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   XPost: alt.alien.visitors, alt.alien.research, alt.paranet.abduct   
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   From: science@zzz.com   
      
   In the fall of 1962, making a trip to Kentucky with a friend, Pat got   
   lost for a while before   
   spotting a sign for Ft. Knox. Laughing about the confusion, they   
   retraced the route in   
   search of their destination. But instead, they ended up in a deserted   
   train yard, sitting in   
   the car with the engine off. Pat said they felt as if they'd just   
   "come out" of some   
   unremembered experience, with no idea why the car was stopped. They   
   never found   
   their destination and finally gave up, returning home at dark.   
      
   But later in a dream Pat recalled being out of the car with her friend   
   beside her. She   
   saw a ripple of golden light like an "elevator" moving up at an angle   
   and "angels" on   
   each side. She said they were "respectful" of a blond man who seemed   
   to her like   
   Jesus. Her friend was screaming hysterically, "They want you!"   
   Pat replied, "Don't be afraid, it's okay." She went up to the blond   
   man who was   
   surrounded by a beautiful light. He talked to her about becoming a   
   mother and about a   
   "seed of life." He said he had the power of all seed in his hand. At   
   the end of the   
   experience, he held out his hand to her and showed her a seed, telling   
   her it was for   
   her benefit and to have no fear.   
   A few months later, Pat, who was now pregnant, moved to Florida. She   
   remembers   
   telling her husband that the baby would be a boy, but that it wouldn't   
   be viable. "I'm going   
   to have it but not keep it," she told him, unable to explain how she   
   knew this. For the   
   next several months she and her two children lived in a garage   
   apartment. One night,   
   Pat came to consciousness just as she was walking into the apartment   
   as if she had   
   been outside, although she didn't recall being there. She felt an odd,   
   pleasant   
   vibratory sensation and remembered thinking, They came and got me.   
   Nothing more seems to have happened at this time, and Pat continued to   
   have her   
   prenatal checkups which showed that everything was progressing fine   
   with the   
   baby. But then in the eighth month, the doctor could not find a fetal   
   heartbeat. And   
   when she delivered at full-term in May, the baby boy was stillborn.   
   The   
   foreknowledge proved true.   
   Later that same year, Pat remembers finding herself in a quiet room,   
   surrounded by   
   Grays and waiting for something. The Gray she thought of as her   
   "friend" appeared in   
   the doorway, showing her a baby. He told her that she had a choice to   
   see the baby.   
   "No," Pat replied, "it's okay, it's fine. You'll take better care of   
   it than I could." But in   
   that brief glimpse, she saw a tiny, skinny baby with blue, slanted   
   eyes. She felt that   
   somehow this baby was a repository for the soul of the child who had   
   died at birth, and   
   she said she felt trusting and thankful toward her friend for showing   
   her that the little   
   boy had, in a sense, survived.   
   Of the memories which have surfaced in the past several years, none   
   raises more questions than the "cocoon people." "I can't remember when   
   the actual event might have occurred," Pat told me. "All I recall is   
   being in a large room with soft white lighting, and one of the Grays   
   was there. I vaguely recall seeing a human male there, but not what he   
   was doing."   
   Part of the large room was filled with what looked to be sarcophagus-   
   like boxes, and in   
   these boxes were human forms. "They were alive," Pat recalled, "but   
   not animated.   
   There was white misty stuff all over them, and I knew the misty stuff   
   kept them alive. I   
   knew they were waiting to come to life in the future."   
   The being asked Pat, Do you want to see yours?   
   Pat said, "Yes," and was shown a human female body in one of the   
   containers. "Don't   
      
   ask how I knew it was female," she continued, "I just felt it. I saw a   
   little bit of human face   
   through the mist, like a nose mouth, eyes, definitely human. I knew   
   this was connected   
   with the 1954 visit, because I remembered they told me they were   
   making a 'new me.' I   
   felt this cocoon was the new me. I felt that they are waiting for the   
   resurrection," she said,   
   "or reanimation, and we will all be able to see and talk with them   
   here on earth. If I   
   were to die now, I believe that my 'other body' will house my soul   
   when Jesus says it is   
   time, and I, too, will come back. If I live through all the   
   destruction (to come) into the new   
   world, I will still need my other body, as this one I have will die   
   anyway."   
   In her mid-forties, Pat had another experience with the beings, and   
   this time she   
   recalled being in a room lit with a golden glow. She was taken to a   
   desk-sized device in   
   the top of which were circular openings. In each opening was a   
   different colored   
   vibrating light, and she was told to put her hands in the lights. As   
   she did, she heard the   
   most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. Each light made a different   
   sound.   
   That is the sound of your soul, the Gray told her.   
   Pat understood that this had something to do with the inanimate human   
   bodies she had   
   been shown, bodies which didn't have a "soul power" activating them.   
   In 1987, Pat had another possible experience - much more typical of   
   the usual abduction   
   reports - which included her young grandson. "Was this a dream?" she   
   mused when   
   relating it to me. "I have no proof. I was in my daughter's house, and   
   it was nighttime. I   
   seemed to be floating to my grandson's room. I took his hand, and we   
   floated together,   
   upright, about six inches off the floor. We floated out the front   
   door, out to the driveway,   
   and stopped while the gate swung open to the road. There were about   
   ten or fifteen   
   beings across the road in the woods. They all rose up out of the woods   
   at the same time.   
   I could hear my grandson think, Mamaw, can I play with those kids?   
   "I thought back to him, No, honey, these are special kids, they don't   
   play like regular   
   kids. We floated down the road to the cul-de-sac. There in the dead-   
   end circle was a   
   ship with red 'blips' that went around it, a saucer. There was a   
   'door' with light. We   
   floated up a ramp, and I saw my 'being friend' and then I don't   
   remember any more.   
   Anyway, my grandson and I went together on this trip. Or I'd rather   
   call it a dream-I'm   
   not sure."   
      
   Pat had a number of intensely affecting experiences that occurred   
   while she   
   was in a meditative or dream state, and so she has been unable to feel   
   confident that   
   they were "real." In some of these dream-events she has seen a variety   
   of flying craft;   
      
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