When I was less than nine years old I was playing with my dolls like all little girls do. It was a warm evening and I was in my bedroom on my knees next to the end of my bed with my dolls on the end of the bed. It was very quiet.
I am focused on my dolls when a man’s voice spoke to me in a normal talking voice from the area of the ceiling. I looked up at the ceiling holding onto my dolls as the man’s voice asked me which gift I wanted above all others. I put my dolls down and sat calmly back on my legs as I was told which gifts I could choose from. I understood what the result would be from each gift. It took me a few minutes to make up my mind. I said in a normal talking voice I choose wisdom as my gift. The man’s voice said that is the gift you have. I felt him leave and I went back to playing with my dolls as casually as if a person I knew had come into my room to tell me dinner was ready. There was no feeling of it being unusual about talking to a man’s voice without a man being there.
As I played with my dolls I wondered how I would acquire wisdom. Just curiosity no wow I have a gift. I put it in the back of my mind. Playing with my dolls was a lot more interesting.
I had never had a voice speak to me before so I should have been shocked or scared or some feeling about it. I was not even surprised.
From what I have learned everyone chooses their own gift. They might never even be aware of making their choice. Everyone chooses and they pay for their choice.
Not all of my experiences were so pleasant. A short time after I spoke to the man’s voice I had a terrifying experience.
It was a very bright moonlit night. I was in my bed and wide awake enjoying the moonlight. Everyone else was asleep. The moon was directly in line with my large window which had no curtains on it so my room was bright enough to read by. This window was at the foot of my bed to the left. Next to it on the wall facing my bed was another large window with no curtains. To the right of the end of my bed was the opening into my room. There was no door. My room had been added on and opened into my brothers’ room.
It is a straight line of doors from the outside door to my brothers’ door to my door opening. It is very easy and quick to move from outdoors to my room. The outside door was never locked. We lived in the country and all the neighbors were either friends or family.
I had a bad feeling come over me as I was laying down in my bed. I heard the outside door open and close softly. I heard someone walk across the living room into my brother’s room and then into my room. I was laying down so I could not see the end of my bed. I was too terrified to look. I knew something horrible was standing there. I do not know how long I laid there too scared to look. I finally could not stand it anymore and sat up in bed.
It was not a person at all. I sat there frozen looking at it standing in the bright moonlight right at the end of my bed. It was inches from the end of my bed. Its body was facing the window to the left of the end of my bed and it was hunched over as it was taller than my low ceiling. Its hideous face was turned towards me with its arms held as if creeping. Its body was covered in hair that looked dark.
It was glaring at me. I could feel it was furious with me for not submitting to them. I thought it was going to kill me. I tried to scream but I could not make a sound. I was trapped in my bedroom with a hairy monster that hated me and wanted me dead.
I did what any little girl would do. I laid back down and covered my head expecting to be killed at any moment. I heard it go back out of my room, through my brothers’ room, across the living room and back out the door. I still could not make a sound.
When I finally got my voice back I screamed for my mom. She asked what was wrong from her bed and I hysterically told her what I had seen. She told me it was a dream and to go back to sleep. I did not go back to sleep. It was not a dream. She did not even come to calm me down. I never trusted her after that.
Even as a little girl I knew that no matter how terrified I was by them I must never give an inch. I must never submit to their will. Saying no works. They might have terrified me but that is all they could do.
They have people convinced that a person has to submit to them but a person does not have to. They have rules they have to follow. If a person says no they have to accept it.
About ten years ago I saw firsthand that they have to follow rules of engagement. It was a very odd experience.
I was in my bed in our cabin with my son asleep on his bed at the end of my bed. I had the light on just dozing. It was a nice night. I felt something near my son so I sat up in bed. I saw a black cloud hanging over his bed in a manner that looked as if it was going to attack him. I ordered it to leave him alone and to get out of my house. Cussing works on them very well and I was very eloquent in my choice of words as to how it could leave.
To the side of my bed a black human sized praying mantis appeared and started chewing me out for daring to order its underling around. I started to cuss it out when a voice from the end of my bed started talking to it.
By the wall at the end of the cabin was a human sized cobra and it was pissed. The cobra and praying mantis had a very furious argument over my actions. The praying mantis was telling the cobra I had no right to treat it the way I did. The cobra said I did.
It was very strange sat on my bed with my legs crossed listening to an argument between two creatures. I was not scared at all. I was just my usual curious self. My head moving back and forth as they argued with each other.
The praying mantis left in only what could be called a huff. The cobra left without saying a word to me. I was left there wondering what the blazes was going on.
The praying mantis thought I had broken the rules of engagement and was furiously correcting me. The cobra told it I was within my rights to tell it and his underling to leave.
We are all governed by the rules of engagement. No one ever told humans about it so they consider themselves helpless. We have been told a lot of propaganda about being helpless in dealing with these beings but we are not helpless.
By living as a sovereign being and not submitting our will we have to be left alone. It is the Law.
All the bad things I have seen were designed to break my will. I never would give an inch. Even as a child I knew something horrible would happen if I submitted my will to them. They might have been terrifying but the thought of submitting was more terrifying.
