I have been a part of the UFO scene for quite some time. Problem is I never participated. Always listening. Gathering data. I still do that, of course, I just have started making my mind up after ingensting as much crap as possible. Expect unsual posts, odd logic, and poorly written posts.

A synopsis of my own experiences:

I have had three encounters with something unexplainable.

The oldest I could remember till yesterday was when I was about 10 or 11. A little above the navel and all the way to the right three or four odd metal pieces were removed from te small cluster of scars. I have no recollection of seeing an alien/secret government agent/bob dole, but the sickness that prompted the doctor's visits only started after the scars appeared. Not a singular kind of sickness, but overall I definately got a lot more sick alot more frequently. Ear infections, UTIs, etc. My continual sicklyness didn't end until after I forced a doctor to check the scars out. He found out there was some metal shit in there. He removed the pieces and sent me on my way. I magically didn't get sick for a long time after that. Unfortunately, the pieces were "lost", as were the majority of my medical records relating to this incident. Odd?

The most recent one I remember was when I was living at my father's. I was living alone on the second floor of the house. It was summer and at night it was staying about 85-90 degrees out. I had th window just to the right of the head of my bed open, as well as the window exactly opposite it open for improved airflow. I opened my eyes at 2:33 AM and immediately knew something was wrong. I shot straight up in the bed only to see something come at my head. I feel myself being forced onto my back again. I then cannot move and my eyes are shut. Next thing I remember I was waking up in my bed again, but it was 10:45ish. I ran downstairs and told my father the story.


Now for the one I just remembered yesterday. I used to go to a daytime care facility when my step father had to work and my mom had to go to an audition. At this facility one day a kid stabbed me in the eye with the eraser end of a pencil. My eye was open and there was no eraser in the end. They rushed me to the ER and I remember my stepfather showing up. I remembered for years (till yeserday) that they stuck a pointed stick into my eye. I asked them why, while crying, kicking, and screaming, and the answer was "To make sure you can see everything you're supposed to. It's important.". I cried and I remember my stepfather holding my hand.

Seems a little brutal for a kid to get a fucking stick stabbed directly into his cornea after some little asshole just stabbed him with an eraserless pencil, don't ya think? Just so happens I saw my step father the other day and asked him why they had to do that. He said that never happened and that I was being retarded. I immediately just left. I remember the terror. I could remember SEEING the stick in my eye witht he eye it was in. I could remember the feeling. I still can. Now I just remember that independantly. It still has the same attachment to the same story, but only if I think about that stick.

If I think about the pencil I now remember the doctor pouring shit in my eye, using lights, getting the specialists. No stick in my eye. It is as if that other memory was just tagged to the on with the pencil. No home really. Just stuck to it. I should mention that since about two years after that incident I had to start wearing glasses. The eye I got stabbed in suffers from poor vision and a pretty severe astigmatism. Another oddity.



Thanks for having me and giving me an outlet finally.

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