MORE MEMORIES
(Hypnosis sessions conducted March 10, 2000)
June: Cold -- scared -- teeth chattering. Somebody here? Can't see him. Space. Dark. There is a way out somewhere. Earth down there. Big as a blue basketball. Where are we? Floating in air. Black.
Can see red ground. We landed. Entity is coming ------ He wants me to look at something. Sorry I open my eyes. Destruction! Ground all burned. Not even an ant is alive. Nobody, no sun, moon, stars. Earth burned up-- chain reaction --lot of explosions. volcanoes opening. They all go off at once. Seas are dry. Everything goes. Doesn't take long. No air. No birds just red burned dirt. Flat--no mountains, no rain for crops.
Learn and talk. Nobody pays any attention. Too busy . Angels tell me to love them all. Back in space. I can see the earth. Floating. Going through time. Tell them-- I don't know where he takes me [on a tour]. ....
I think I'll go to bed.
June: "What is it you want of me? Why do you bring me here again? I do bad things and you laugh at me! I don’t want to be here."
Hypnotherapist: "To whom are you speaking?" June: "Doctor— standing in front of me. I’m pinned down on a table. He’s doing an exam." Hypnotherapist: "What does he look like?" June: "He’s a little monstrous fellow. He looks like the devil without horns. He has a [dark purple] cape on. Medallion with an eagle. The cruelest eyes I’ve ever seen. Smirks a lot." HT: "What is he doing to you?" June: "Trying to dominate me. Does not succeed always. Mad! Shoots electricity through me — very painful. Often leaves me on the table a long time. I’m cold — no clothes. Little greys all around. They sound like chipmunks. Squeaky noises. Busy, busy little men. Put clothes on me, take me back through the tunnel." HT: "What kind of tunnel?" June: "Like a dark tornado. Plop, plop, through the roof.Wake up. Nothing wrong — needle mark. Blood on pillow case."
MM: "Where did the blood come from?" June: "From my arm. Greys do it with a needle when they come and get you." HT: "What kind of exam did the doctor do?" June: "Gynecological exam. I hate it! Sometimes he rapes me! Awful! So sore when he finishes. [Crying] I bleed a lot. I come home, wash my orange robe — so much blood. In the morning that is why the robe is wet." [Pause, very upset. HT reminds her that she is safe now.] June: "Sometimes he’s not there. Somebody else, sympathetic— takes me around on the ship. Shows me how they run it. They run it with their minds --symbiotic." HT: "What does this one look like?" June: "The doctor looks like a young human with bigger eyes. Short blonde hair, little mustache. [Later memory, tight aqua uniform with snake emblem in gold, wearing boots.] Not big. Four or five inches shorter then me. Uses telepathy — says he knows my daughter. I don’t know who it is. Where is she? He won’t tell me. She stays on the ship. They are preparing her to come down here. He said to get used to it. I wanted to see her. She wasn’t there. I said ‘Where is she?’ Laboratory ship. ‘How old is she?’ He said, ‘How old do you think I am?’ I said, ‘23-24?’ He said ‘46' [age of daughter]. Her name? Won’t tell me. [Crying] Take me to the other doctor! Help me find her! He couldn’t. Why did you tell me? My daughter missed me. He took me back; the other doctor didn’t show. Back down the tunnel. No needle marks. Why do they do these things? Go to sleep." (Short rest) HT: "Let’s go back just a little and see how you got into the tunnel." June: "There is a ramp on the ship, looks like it’s a walkway attached. Goes out on a gentle grade. It’s corrugated with a railing on the platform. There’s a door and it looks like the little hole begins to grow and grow until it sucks you in there. A vortex. Quiet. A little scary. You’re way out --- like a parachute, an elevator. Looks dimly lit. A whitish light. Not bright.
