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This dream occurred about August '96 and it was a very interesting dream at that. In it I kill a grey, it wasn’t my intention, I bore no malice but it happened and I never laid finger on it. I also met someone you could call a light worker or spirit-guide but I can't really tell, I just know that she was very nice. It was a dream and just what is a dream? To me they it is another reality, just as real as this one but different. I believe that the astral or second body regularly visits this area when we dream and we all go there when we die. I could be wrong about this but after carefully considering all the rich and varied experiences I’ve had, I just had to come to that conclusion. I found myself in a small, roughly oval quarry surrounded by natural, jagged stone walls, the floor of the quarry was covered by small, loose broken stones and was level. I was dressed in a checked flannel shirt and jeans which seems to be my uniform in all my dreams concerning the greys. Sharing this rustic arena with me is a tall tan grey, still and seemingly lifeless it stood there staring straight ahead. I jogged up to it, as I drew closer it began to move and walked past me in an almost hilarious mechanical, insect-like motion. I stopped, turned around followed and overtook it whereupon I spun to face it and marched backwards so we were walking face to face. While I walked backwards I asked it a barrage of questions about abductions. It didn’t answer and before I got to the third question it swiveled its head ninety degrees to the right in relation to its body and continued walking in its original direction for two or three steps. Then its body rotated to match the direction its head had just turned so now the grey was walking ninety degrees to the right of its original course. I continued to interrogate it as I jogged after and overtook it, once more we were face to face and I launched a second salvo of questions. This again was met with no answers, the grey twisted its head then its body to the right exactly the same as before and walked away. It was similar to newsmen putting questions to an unwilling defendant outside a courthouse, the defendant runs and the newsmen follow, demanding answers as they run, they catch up and face him but he turns away in the face of more uncomfortable inquiries. I chased the grey around the quarry a couple more times and I came to the conclusion that it was no use as they never seem to give straight answers and the answers they do give are at best watery and have virtually no meaning. Unless of course they are told by some channeller on behalf of the greys and then the answers are usually golden and full of promise but still vague. When you ask a grey directly for an answer, it’s a bit like asking a government department. Instead of interrogating it I decided to talk to it and change my tone a little. Up until now I had been interrogative, demanding and little cold so I became softer, friendly and unconditional. I positioned myself to face it and said “I don’t hate you for what you have done, I still love you” I wished to say more but that was all I had the chance to say. Because with this it stopped dead in its tracks and fell to its knees while its thighs and torso remained upright in a reverse 'L' position, its arms hanging by its flanks. Then it sat back on its heels with the torso remaining upright, then the torso hinged stiffly forward till it was lying almost on the thighs. As the torso tilted forward the arms swung forward till the hands touched the ground then folded at the elbows till the forearms were resting flat on the ground and parallel with the thighs. The wrists didn't bend. The last thing to fall was the head, it had remained upright and vertical all the time the grey was falling, now with the rest of the body collapsed the head slowly tilted forward till it touched the ground, apparently it was dead. It fell much in the same way it walked, in a precise insect-like manner and it looked wholly unnatural. I’m a veteran of three Oktoberfests and six months in Amsterdam and have seen many fall and have fallen many times myself but I have never seen anything like this. I stared blankly at the grey concertina with some amazement, in other encounters they had simply run away when I gave them love but this one died! I looked up from the crumpled form and was further amazed to find what appeared to be a sweet old lady standing near the body. She had white curly hair, a round, pleasant face and a round, matronly body to match. She wore an knee-length floral dress and a woolen cardigan, she looked quite ordinary but she had the most astoundingly clear and beautiful eyes that radiated love and compassion. My Astral Granny I call her. My amazement faded and I became a little bashful and embarrassed and felt a bit like a little boy who had been caught doing something naughty by his granny but she was far from angry. She stepped towards the corpse so that it was at her feet and placed her hands in the air above it so they were flat, palms down and level with her belly. Then she walked backwards guiding the body smoothly away as if it was on some invisible trolley. As she did this her mouth curled up into a pleasant smile and she gave a small, gentle nod as if to say “Good, well done”! She was pure love and compassion for both me and the grey. I haven’t seen her since but I know she is still there and I’ll see her again. This entire episode seemed like a test and from what I can gather I passed it. If I had this dream only a little over two years ago I would have panicked and ripped my fingernails out trying to climb the stone walls of the quarry or I would have lunged at the grey and tried to kill it, despite the fact that then I still thought the greys were here to help me. Now if I encounter them I try to square my shoulders and face the little bastards with a steady mind, I rarely have dreams about them and most often see them in their spiritual form. When this happens I awake and see something which looks like a one-meter column of distorted air ‘standing’ next to my bed, most of the time I’m nice to it and invite it to stay but sometimes I’m angry and leap out of bed to abuse it. But whether I’m nice or not it always goes and I’ll sit there and watch as the malevolent little distortion races to the ceiling or out the window. When they do this I get the feeling that they are sending down an ethereal reconnaissance party to see if I’m abductable or not and they did this quite often until early '97. When they feel confident they’ll send down a crew to do the dirty work and then I get the full treatment. I’ve written more about this in ‘Resisting Abduction II’ in which I’ll provide you with some new tidbits of information that might help. If you don't believe that this doesn't or can't work then try it with a regular nightmare or bad dream. Instead of fleeing or fighting that drooling monster or whatever troubles you in a blind panic turn around and give some love to your foe and watch what happens! In order for it to work you must give from the heart and be unconditional with your feelings. I find it is a very good method for dealing with such 'sleep disorders' as they are called. This was the first time that I had used love to
deal with an astral or dream grey it still amazes me that they can’t seem to
handle positive, loving feelings. The soul of the grey didn’t die in this
encounter, nothing ever does, only its grey identity died or was transformed and
godwilling it will be OK and not go back to its bad habits. |
