I asked StarSeeker if she believed that this native Indian was separate from the abduction lore because of the fact that an abductee can be made to feel they are perceiving a human, when they are in fact perceiving a Grey. I also wanted to know her feelings regarding her experiences with alien abductions, and whether she saw them as benevolent or malevolent - or perhaps neither. I also asked her if she believed they have contributed to her raising of consciousness? Below is her response:
Thank you for sharing your information with me. I do look forward to seeing responses to my postings. I share a lot of myself to others, as it helps me get stronger mentally and emotionally. Its only been the past couple of years that I have shared any of my life's experiences, because people are always too caught up in the game of life, we all get that way when surviving and providing for a family--we become robotic to some extent. Not everyone is open to topics such as what we share in the UFO community. It feels good to have a place like this (YARO) to share experiences and to get feedback - as it helps me to find others who have had similar experiences. To answer your questions:
Do you believe that this native Indian was separate from the abduction lore completely? In many cases an abductee can be made to feel they are perceiving a human, when they are in fact perceiving a Grey.
I do believe that this was separate because I can feel the difference - let me explain. With this experience it was a spiritual contact. Being that I am full-blooded Cree Native from Canada, I feel that this was something that happened from my teachings. Before I went to the Healing Circle, I learned about Native Spirituality. It made so much sense! I grew up within a strong Catholic upbringing; my grandmother would instill fear into us that God was a punisher. I never connected to that 'way of life' and didn't want to. There was so much coldness.
My parents weren't very 'Spiritual' so I didn't get that exposure to my culture until I became an adult and began working among the Native organizations for the next 9 years. I've learned a lot from the many different people that I've met, and of the teachings from the lady who started the healing and 'native awareness' programs. I learned and perceived from the teachings that we are all ‘One’ with the universe. That we are energy and that we are all on earth for a reason. I learned that those who live by the traditional way are very happy and are more at peace. I believe that the Elder was there for my 'spirituality', because I felt at peace.
I would also like to know your feelings regarding your experiences with alien abductions, do you for example see them as benevolent or malevolent - or perhaps neither. Also do you believe they have contributed to your raising of consciousness?
I would say that my experiences with alien abductions were not beneficial to my life or my consciousness. But that each experience was unique - some were spiritual, some were painful, some were sending me a warning, and in some I was being attacked. It’s hard to say if my experiences would have been different if my reactions were different. Whenever I had a strange experience I was always afraid because it was out of the 'norm'.
1980 is the year when I was 8 years old, waking up in a dark large room with a white light shining down on me. It is also the first vivid 'dream' that caused me physical pain with having the needle injection into my heart - which was very scary for me. At the time I never connected that experience with anything, because no one I knew ever had 'wake dreams' before, where sensations and pain were accompanied. I felt if doctors couldn't explain it, how would I?
Other childhood experiences were mostly the kaleidoscope sensations with the feelings of shrinking and getting larger. This sensation was also strange for me, because I would feel light-headed and dizzy when I tried to fight it off. I also had 'Fears' of the sky and was ALWAYS aware of my surroundings. I always had the fear of the 'monster’ under my bed, and checked behind my bedroom door. Some times I was totally afraid and lived through years of insomnia. I had dreams of someone looking in at me through the window. I had dreams of someone always chasing me or stalking me. I never fought back because I always froze - not considering the possibility that those 'dreams' were 'them', and that I froze not from fear but from their doing. My dreams were very vivid - I would see colours, observe intense details of shapes or symbols - even describing particulars in a 'dream'. In one dream the attacker was looking in at me through the kitchen window. He ran to the side door and at the same time I ran over to lock the door, just as I get to the door his arm is inside and he pushes the door open and enters my home. He chases me downstairs and I see a screwdriver in his hand - its gray with a blue handle and he is wearing gloves. I wake up just as he grabs me.
In 1992 I had another strange experience, which was not as threatening as the others. I was home alone and my husband was out of town working. I had just finished reading some information that my husbands’ company provided for insurance and beneficiaries. I dimmed my touch lamp as I lay down on my back, and rested my hands on my stomach interlocking my fingers. I took a deep breath and exhaled - just then I heard a noise from within the room. I opened my eyes and saw a petite woman crouched down at my bedroom door. She was around 5 feet or shorter, with long black hair which had a streak of white running down the right side. She wore a black dress and had pale skin. I never saw her before in my life. I sat up quickly and said 'who are you? How did you get in here!' - she just laughed at me. She walked over to the dresser where I had just placed the beneficiary papers and grabbed them. She tore them up on my bedroom floor and stacked the ripped paper. She lit the paper and rubbed her hands over the fire and said 'if he doesn't quit this job he will die.’ Just then, two men appeared in my room. I was scared, I couldn't move. The two men then stood by the side of my bed – one on the left side and the other on the right side. One was a short slim man with long braids - the other was tall and large with short hair (native men). They grabbed my arms and I began to float to the foot of my bed. They led me to the living room where the room shifted. They didn't say a word, but I didn't feel much fear at this time - just confusion.
The room shifted into a circular room with windows all around me. I thought I was in a penthouse suite or something like it, they then pointed outside one of the windows. I looked out of the window and found myself looking down at a street corner. I can see the street signs and the intersection - but I was right above it. Just as I was going to ask a question I found myself back in my bed. I was scared, shaking and worried. I got up to go to the bathroom but I felt really light-headed and I couldn't 'wake up'. Just as I got to the bathroom door I began to float backwards in slow motion towards the ground. I can see the doorknob passing me as I slowly drifted down - but I couldn't move. At the moment that my back felt the cold floor I once again found myself in bed. This time I was crying and scared because my body was heavy and I didn't know what was happening. I pinched myself and tried to turn my lamp brighter but there was a hold on my body - I again couldn't move - I prayed for help. I cried and prayed and said 'please help me God'. After my plea the hold let go and I was able to touch my lamp. I stood up and ran to the corner of my room and continued to cry. I didn't sleep for days after these events. I prayed every day and night for the safety of my husband – due to the lady and her warning. I also prayed for understanding as to why I had three separate experiences in one and all while I was still awake - I was very afraid. Within five days of that dream, my husband was to travel fourteen hours home from B.C. to Alberta. I was scared for him - I told him to be careful, I became paranoid and panicked. On that trip home, he and five others were in a life threatening accident. On their journey home they drove across Highway 16 and through many mountain roads. On this particular stretch, there is a high cliff off the highway and acreages on the other side. The van was clipped and was flying towards the cliff, but for some strange reason the car flipped backwards and started to tumble across the highway to an acreage. All the witnesses to this crash said it was a miracle that they didn't go off the cliff, as that's the direction they were heading - my husband and his friends were safe. I took this as a sign that someone was watching over him, and that my prayers to the creator helped him that day. It wasn't until two years ago that I realized that what the native men were pointing at through the window of the round room was their way of showing me that I was not in my home. After thinking that, the possibility of the reason why they were pointing, was to show me that I was in a craft, and that’s why I was able to be above a street corner - when we all know that you can't be in a building hanging over the street. That's when I realized that I could have been in a craft.
There are two other experiences I would like to share about why I feel that these experiences are not good ones.
In 1997 I found myself in a car driving. I remember looking up and seeing a craft above me. I got out of the car and ran towards a picnic area so it would follow me instead of my kids - who were in the car with me. As I ran, there were red lasers beams being shot at me. Each 'Ray' hitting the ground by my feet and leaving little burn marks in the grass. This laser wasn't coming from his hands - something on his belt was shooting the rays at me. This was a 'Grey' chasing me. I don't recall the colour of the suit, but it was a Grey. I ran hard, I ran as fast as I could, I ran under a brick and wood picnic table where he grabbed my arm. From my position and his position, we were face to face. His face was grey and smooth with big purtruding eyes, small holes for a nose and a small slit for a mouth. (The typical Grey reported by countless aien abductees whilst under hypnosis). I tried to fight him - but I couldn't break free from his hold. I tried to push his face away from me and in doing that my fingers went into the eye sockets of his face! That was a strange sensation. It appeared that the Grey had protruding eyes, but in fact it was hollow! I could feel my fingers get stuck behind the 'mask' and I felt the cool smooth rubbery feeling of the face. The closest texture that I could identify was 'silly putty'. I woke up feeling scared and shaken, but I could still feel this face in my hand! My hand was numb and I could still feel the cold smoothness of the face for about 5 minutes. I thought maybe there was residue on my hand because I couldn't explain why I still felt that.
Another experience would be when my 3-year-old son and me had recurring dreams about angry panthers in our back yard. Just as I finished writing out my story I had that same uncomfortable feeling of being watched. I had a vivid dream about 10 panthers pacing and growling in my back yard, they were all looking at me and they were angry. One came to the kitchen window and I hit the glass to try to shoo it away - just then one jumped over my fence devouring a dog. One came through the gate and walked over to the door and then I heard a knock at my door and it was a cousin. He said 'let me in' - I said 'no way, you’re not Raymond!’ Just then I woke up and my son was crying. I ran over to him and he said there was something big and black in his room. He said it looked like a big cat with big yellow eyes. The next dream was similar, but this time the panther was going to attack my son. We woke up again under the same fear, and he then asked me 'are they going to hurt me?' I said ‘who’, and he replied in fear 'the aliens'. I was devastated. How can a 3-year-old say the things he said when he didn't know anything about aliens - but he knew something. He had the same fears I did. This is when I decided to quit the research I was starting. I yelled at the sky and said 'Leave my children alone, if you want someone take me - Take Me!'
My son is going to be 6 in October and he doesn't talk about 'them' anymore, but he still gets the recurring nosebleeds - always in his sleep. I worry about my children in ways that other parents don't even perceive as being a threat. I know that I couldn't protect them from 'them' if they wanted my children. I am now 31 years old and I still don't sleep too well. I wake up to every noise, and if I hear my children cry, or if I hear bangs or something I jump up to see if they are ok.
