FIRE IN THE NIGHT
UFO Abductions: A Research Project?
Or A War Over Human Will?
This is an anonymous poem written by person who has had extensive UFO experiences for
most of his life!Some were very good and some were literally pure torture!!He has very
eloquently express his feelings in beutiful prose.It is my hope that this poem will be of
comfort to all who had had simular experiences!The only comfort the can be offered is
that,YOU ARE NOT ALONE!The gentelman who wrote this poem wishes to remain
anonymous for obvious reasons!In the meantime I hope you all like this poem!
Fire In The Night
I've gone to the meetings,and the talks it is true.
I've listened to others talk,and they've listened to me too.
It seems that most folks are convinced thet ALL ET's are loving and kind.
Let me tell you about some that I've met:They're not friends of mine.
You see I dream about,cry about,and want to die about them too.
I don't want to say that they scare me to death,because that's
what they want to do.
Here's the story,and believe it or not,it's true.
You can be the judge of that.
Perhapse you'll think I'm being honest and giving you the facts.
Perhapse you'll think I'm plane crazy,or just talking trash.
Well,I'll get on with it:there's no time like right now.
But then that's all we've got:it seems I'd forgotten that somehow.
They've given me an appointment with death,that I don't want to keep.
It makes me cry and moan,and lord it makes me weep.
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I was fast asleep one night,lying in my bed
They came and took me away:Nothing was said.
They strapped me down and one spoke to me,it said,
"We're here to see how much joy and pain you can stand:We're here
to set you free."
Then the night became fire,and the fire became me.
I could have swore I heard someone scream and scream;but it turned out,
it was only me.
They stood six feet tall,and looked like golden wasps,and maen;
insect like and mechanical,or so it seemed to me.
They sounded like sounded like Jack Nicholson having a really bad day.
I wish there was something that I knew would keep them away.
The pain went on for hours and hours.
I wasn't in the hospital:there were no card and flowers.
"Koll yourself."One of them wispered to me.
"No one will miss you,"it said."They won't even notice you're gone."
"It talked like this,and it went on and on.
When it talked,I was blessedly pain free,
but when it would stop,the night would become fire,
and dear God,the fire would become me.
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"Why are you doing this?"This question I roared:
but I knew the answer before the question was formed.
I had information;it wasn't given purposefully.
I wasn't suppose to know,but nevertheless it had come to me.
I don't have a Messiah complex,I'm just telling the truth.
I hope that in the reading of it,there is some use.
I can't to too specific:I have my reasons for this.
All I can do is give you the basic gist.
You see there's a war being fought in heaven,or space if you prefer.
It's over the speciec known as human and what they exist for.
One side says slavery and no free will
One side says compleat freedom and free will is part of
the key to the universe:That humanity must have it,and have it they will.
This war is very old,
and it involves humanity's very souls.
This battle is over humans,but they're in the battle too.
Most of them unwittingly;like chess pieces,or even tools.
It's a battle of will,and a battle of spirit.
It's gone on since mankind's creation.it WILL stop.
The time is near,we're drawing closer to it.
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I wasn't supposed to know this,and absolutly not suppose to tell.
But they kney that I would: They knew my nature all too well.
Do I feel blessed or unique for knowing this information?
There may be more that I do,but as far as I know,untill now
I was the only one.
if you think I have a Messiah complex,or that I think that
I'm special,or "THE ONE",
Keep on reading dear readers,and then ask yourselves,
have I been,or am I still having fun?
For four nights they came,and for four nights I screamed.
For several days I tried to kill myself.
Their methods were effective it would seem.
You say it sounds simplistic,just too unreal a scene?
But I was the one who felt like he was on fire,and
I was the one who screamed.
It's easy to analyze subjectivly,but let me reiterate:every night
for four nights,the night became fire,and the fire became me!
If it hadn't beenfor my loved one,my wife so dear:
I wouldn't be writing this;I wouldn't be here.
She watched over me,and fought for me,and I couldn't believe it,
but she was even more stubborn than me.
During the course of this,I treated her badly and unkind you see.
Let me set the record streight,she's better than I deserve,and
even though she's a woman,she's a better man than me.
Some time has come and gone since I first met these beings,
and it seems it's my fate to keep experiencing mighty strange things.
I see their faces,and hear their voices,and still feel compelled to die.
I whish and I pray that I didn't know why.
They haunt my waking hours,and I have bizarre dreams,
about human sacrifice,and the sacrifice is me.
In these dreans,Idon't struggle,and I don't scream.
* * * * * * *
Well I've had some good times,and very positive it seems:
with denizens of other dimensions,or from galaxies you can't even see.
They've loved me,and taught me,and been kind to me too:
And I know they have compassion for all of us in this human zoo.
But one night I lay sleeping,and these golden,mechanical wasps took me,
and it wasn,t a dream
You're probably smiling and chuckling as you read this,and
probably find it hard to believe.
That's OK,have a good laugh,this one's on me.
At one point I might have felt the same way and thought
the same thought as you.
But let me warn you,that was before all this happened:and
I thought I knew how things were then too.
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I'll end this now,on a sad note it seems.
I'd probably laugh with you,if it wasn't for these tears and these dreams.
You see I felt pretty much the same way as you,before
tha night became fire,and the fire became me.
Yes,it seem to me that was long ago,it's been two months now,since
the night first became fire,and the fire became me.
I'd like to pose a question,and the question is for you.
How would YOU handle it,and what would YOUdo,
if the night became fire....................
and the fire became you?
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Anonymous,November 18,1996,4:30 AM
Email: gerald_st.germaine@mailcity.com
