Every generation in my family has produced a person that has become aware of an ability or two, including myself, and many of us have experienced extraterrestrial life in some way or another. It seems to follow down through our family. I can’t say that each of us experiences the same abilities because that doesn’t seem to be the case. I call it generational psi phenomena.
Long ago, eight years to be exact, my young great nephew came to visit me. We will call my great nephew, Gabe. His parents were going away for the weekend and I had volunteered to have Gabe stay with me until they picked him up after the weekend. At the time I lived on a parcel of land high in the Heart of The Ozark Mountains. Gabe was a year and a half old so he was walking, talking, and very alert and interested in the world around him. He had big blue eyes and dark brown hair that was too long so it fell in ringlets around his face. He reminded me of an angel so that’s why I call him Gabe in this post.
We spent hours outside walking and I showed him all the natural plants growing on our land and in the forest. We tasted wild mint and gathered black berries which we mixed with honey and ate the minute we got home. Gabe is a very intellect boy, but eight years ago his imagination was open and he was very receptive to everything around him. He had magic in his eyes.
One day we were sitting outside on the back stairs and he began to tell me about an experience he had very recently. He said that he was sleeping in his bed when scary ghosts came in and took him with them. I didn’t interrupt or ask questions just then. I just let him talk. He said they took him into a room and his grandmother was there too (his grandmother is a big part of his life).
He said that his grandmother was trying to tell them that he couldn’t stay there. Gabe said that his grandmother told them that she was there to take him back.
As Gabe told me about his experience he paused many times to think. He was very serious about what he was telling me and I knew without doubt it was a very real experience. He was too young to be able to tell me a great many details but he told me enough to clearly understand that the ghosts were extraterrestrials.
We sat on those back stairs for a long time as Gabe snuggled in between me and my dog Henry. Even Henry seem to understand that Gabe needed some feelings of comfort. Towards evening we headed in and I gave Gabe some blank white paper and a pencil and I told him that if it made him feel better he could draw some pictures of what he had told me outside about his experience. He liked that idea a lot.
As I made us a simple supper of pan fried chicken, rice and gravy, Gabe sat for a long time in front of each picture that he drew. It was as if he was reliving each scene as it went on paper. I didn’t go over to see what he had drawn because I didn’t want to interrupt him. He was perfectly calm and showed no signs of distress.
We ate together and after the kitchen was cleaned I asked Gabe if he wanted to show me what he had drawn. He was very excited to show me. He ran over and grabbed the drawings he had made before dinner. He showed me each picture, one at a time and it was very clear that the ghost he had mentioned was a grey alien. His pictures clearly showed a round, bald head, very long limbs and black slanted eyes.
He didn’t seem to be afraid to fully describe them to me except when he talked about the eyes. I could see some fear as he talked about their eyes.
His exact description was they they were black and round yet his picture showed a slant to the black eyes. Gabe had made sure to take the time to draw each slanted eye very black with the pencil earlier when he drew them.
Gabe said that his grandmother always went with him when they came to get him and she always made sure he was back in his bed. I was very glad to hear that his grandmother was there to protect him even though there was definitely some involvement on her part with the beings. I also believed every word that this little boy was telling me. I knew he was experiencing abductions.
I wish I still had those drawings but it’s been too many mobile phones ago and they have unfortunately, been misplaced somewhere.
When Gabe’s parents came to pick him up after our weekend together, I was equally shocked when my niece, the mother of Gabe, ask me if Gabe had told me about the ghosts. I told her that Gabe had told me all of it. She said there was more. She, her husband and Gabe had seen very bright lights through their windows very early before dawn. It was so intensely bright that it woke them all up from a sound sleep several times.
They told me that if Gabe mentioned anything else I was to tell him that it was all a bad dream about ghosts. I was stunned! Here this little boy was fully describing alien abductions, and with his grandmother in the experiences too, but they wanted to call it a bad dream about ghosts.
It turns out that I didn’t have the opportunity to see Gabe for years after that weekend. His parents moved to a new state and I wouldn’t see Gabe again for eight years. Finally at a family reunion I was going to see him again after such a long time. He was very young when he spent the weekend with me and told me about the contact experience he had, so I knew he wouldn’t remember me but I was still looking forward to seeing him.
Gabe came in that evening with his parents and they brought him over to say hello. He gave a cursory and quick hello then he was off to play his computer games upstairs. There was no recollection in his eyes but I had not expected any after so many years. He was almost ten years old now. There was also no magic in his eyes.
Later that evening Gabe came downstairs to get something to eat and I was able to talk to him but he had a mind full of computer games and that’s all he had on his mind. I can actually understand his parents position on pretending as though their experiences never happened. It’s not easy for a person growing up to be different and we all know that once you stick your foot down the rabbit hole, you will want more. Whatever happened to Gabe, or perhaps has continued to happen, will come back to his conscious memories someday.
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