When I was ten, I was abducted with a whole bunch of people that I didn't know as well as some that I did. There was one fellow that talked to me and I couldn't make out what he was saying. I read his mind and gave him my thoughts. A neighbour boy came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I told him that I couldn't understand what the boy was saying so I used my mind to read his mind. The boy started talking and I still couldn't understand his words. I asked my neighbour what language did he think that he was speaking. He told me English! The neighbour boy had Scottish parents and the newcomer came from Scotland too. Boy, did I feel sheepish! I asked the neighbour to translate for me. I found this slow but satisfactory. I lost interest and went to another person. He was not English. I could tell from the accent that he wasn't. I used telepathy to talk to him and he told me that he was from Finland. We found many European countries and Australia/New Zealand represented. We even had some Black Americans and Black Brits ( try saying that fast! ) but there were few black faces in the crowds. I remember "talking" to a girl from Sweden. She found it fun to use telepathy and started to use it with everybody she met. This all went fine and I went over to the black kids. I tried to use telepathy on them and they just laughed. One came up to me and told me he was from Georgia. I asked which country was Georgia? He laughed even harder and told me Georgia was a state in the United States. He told me that he had heard me speak English, so found it funny that I thought he was from another country. I told him that he was from another country as I was from Canada. I told him that the ship was in Canada because that is where I walked on. He told me that the ship was in his school's playground in his town in Georgia. I can't remember where he lived, so I am leaving it out. He said that I must have been asleep and they took me to his town. I told him that we all were asleep, but we were here now! We all laughed at this. He went around telling other kids this thought and pointed at me as the originator. ( Funny how such things amuse kids. ) I tired of being the centre of unwanted attention, so I went somewhere else. I noticed that most of the kids were about my age with a few who were "more mature". I went over to talk to some of the "more mature" kids and they walked away from me. I tried to get their attention by pushing my telepathy hard at them. They put their hands over their temples and fled even quicker. I asked one what was wrong. She told me to go away. I asked her why. She said that I was creepy and she didn't want to be seen associating with me. What I did hurt her head and would I please not do that to her again. I left her alone. I talked to others and used telepathy at a quieter level on more kids. It was fun communicating with so many different people. I got tired of the whole thing and found a place to sit down and watch the whole world pass by. Sometimes, I would be asked to translate something for somebody else and I would do simultaneous translating from someone's mind to someone else's. After this was over, I was asked by the greys to stay behind. I was curious as to why they wanted me to stay, so I stayed. When they got rid of almost everybody, one grey asked me if I liked the meeting of many peoples. I told "him" it was fun. ( I am putting the pronoun in quotes as I can't remember if it was female or male. ) "He" asked me if I wanted to do it again as a favour for them. I asked if it would be a job or just something occasional. "He" told me it would be a job with a reward. A returned favour if you will. I told "him" that I would do it for free. I asked "him" if I had to do it now. "He" told me that it would be later. I went home. About a week and a half later, I was taken aboard and asked if I still wanted to do the translation job. I said that I did. I was led deeper inside and was shocked to find so many black faces! I had never seen so many black people in my life! It was like a sea of ever changing shades of dark brown. I think that this must be what the first black slaves saw when they landed in America except in white. I went over to one kid and talked to him with my mind and he ran away! I couldn't understand it. I went to another kid and he ran away too. They all started to run away from me! I cornered a smaller girl and asked her what the problem was. She kept thinking that I was an alien like the greys and they were scared of me! I let her go after trying to convince her that I was as human as she was. She kept screaming at me and shrieking in her language to get away from her! Her brother came to defend her and he chickened out at the last moment. I turned around and walked away from them. I saw a white face in the crowd and went over to him. He was from Finland and couldn't understand anything the black kids said or why they were so scared. I saw a black kid try to talk to another one and he started to ask in English where they were from. Both sides couldn't understand each other. I went over to him and talked to him in English and he asked me what language they were speaking as he came from North Carolina and didn't understand what they were chattering about. I offered to use telepathy and he didn't understand what I meant. I demonstrated it to him and he said " Oh! Mind talk! I know how to do that! When I tried to use telepathy the African kid ( I assume he was from Africa somewhere. ) he freaked! He kept thinking about the devil and evil spirits. I told my North Carolinan buddy to use telepathy himself on somebody. He did and they were less scared of him. His sister came up to him and asked him what he was doing because she couldn't hear him talk. He told her that he was using mind talk. She nodded understanding and started to communicate the same way. Whenever I tried to make myself known, the other kids still freaked. I was a devil spirit to them. I was trying to take their souls from them. I told them that I was no such thing. I was as human as they were. The boy and girl from North Carolina had more success in talking to other black kids. They got me involved in conversations when they didn't understand the concepts they were given. ( The boy was only 8 and his sister was almost 6 ). I tried to translate some of the funny ideas that they had ( funny for me, anyway ) and pieced together some of their beliefs. Some of them were asked about their dreams every morning by their elders. If their dreams were about things like devils or things like that, they would be exorcised of the offending demon. They didn't know what to tell their elders about this dream that they were having. I told them that it wasn't a dream. They didn't like that. I told them that maybe they should lie and tell them something else instead of what happened now. Some of the kids refused to lie, because they knew that they would be found out and punished for lying. One girl, from Ghana I think, told me that she was going to tell her elders that she dreamed of communicating with different kids in her own language and they responded in her own language. She was going to tell them that in her dream, every single one of the kids in her dream, even the funny looking white one ( me ), used the same language. The language was her own. I thought about this and concluded that it was a great idea because the elders would interpret it as a dream of hope about one world using one language and there would be no communication problems. All the other kids with similar beliefs were told to use this story when they were asked about their dreams. If the elders or their parents didn't ask them about their dreams, they were not to volunteer any story. The boy and girl from North Carolina said that their parents didn't mind that they dreamed about using mind talk to communicate with other kids. They even asked me to tell them where in the States I came from so that they might visit me. I told them that I came from Canada. The boy said "Canada? Which state is that? I had never heard of a state called Canada!" I told him that Canada was another country that was quite close to the United States. He asked if it was south of Mexico. I told him that it was north of Vermont. He thought about it and then said " Vermont? Isn't that where there is maple sugar? Do you mean that you live with the eskimos? You sure don't look like no eskimo!" I told him that Canada had eskimos, but they lived very far to the north. I lived in Quebec which had sugar maples too. Quebec bordered Vermont. He understood that we might not see each other again as we lived too far from each other.

The neighbour boy and girl would not talk about their UFO experiences with me and at the time, I thought that they were just dreams. Now, I don't think that they were dreams. Too much has happened to me that was not normal to expect that they are merely good thoughts or bizarre ideas that my mind was playing around with. The girl sometimes alluded to special people that had to be obeyed, but clammed up if I tried to get more out of her. Both of them even told me that they heard a funny warbling noise coming from behind their house on different occasions. I asked them what noise it was and they couldn't describe it, but when I tried to imitate the noise that I had heard coming from a common neighbour's field, they agreed that it was the same noise that they had heard.

I was 12 when this happened, not 10.

thats amazing, simply amazing

but how it ended?

This post has been edited by juurikas45: Jul 15 2008, 01:22 PM

When I finished for the night, I did follow the two black American kids out and found it was no place I knew. I went back inside again and looked for my exit. I found it and went home. I was tired from being bombarded by crowds of voices and minds. I was never asked to do this again. It was fun and strange at the same time. This is just a story to most people, but I have met a black kid a couple of times on the ship afterwards. Most later abductions, I just meet some of my neighbours.

Yeah, I hate it when that happens too.

so you have been abducted after that? if so always hold a camera in your hand when you sleep(or mobile phone because mobiles dont flash), so you can take some picures.

sigh

why not invite channel five and make it into a mini series!

hah! if so then only freesrone would be taken on board and not the tv crew

This post has been edited by juurikas45: Jul 16 2008, 02:52 AM

what shall we call the show.Freestone lost in spaaaaaaaace!!!!

yeah, that would do

you expect me to believe that an American kid does not know what Canada is?

Some american kids don't know where america is.

Yeah. I see some of the American game shows on TV. Ask the run of the mill American about countries in Asia and they will answer, France. They know more about pop culture than I want to know, but ask them a history question and they haven't a clue. Even an American history question. Sad.

I remember one time, when I was working the gate and a man came to the ship, taking pictures. He got on board and put his camera down by his clothes. I told the aliens about this and they investigated his camera. They wanted to find out what pictures he took, but couldn't open it up. I showed them how to get the film out and they opened the camera up and took the film out. They couldn't understand why the pictures weren't on the film. I told them that the film had to be treated chemically to make it show the pictures and the pictures were ruined by them exposing the film to light. They told me that I did them a good deed. Nobody should take pictures or have evidence of any kind when they are taken. They chastised the man and he didn't do it again.

people in America know where Canada is, that goes without saying. You base your opinion of the average intelligence of Americans on a tv game show? wow.

yeh and thats pushing it!