I was pushed into the interior of the van and joined by the man
wearing the white coveralls and one of the guys wearing dark blue
coveralls who stood guard next to the roll-up door. We were already on
our way – to who knows what destination. The man in the white outfit
opened a small silver colored suitcase that had been pre-positioned
inside the van. He brought out a hypodermic syringe from the suitcase
and put a needle on it. I sat uncomfortably on the floor of the van with
my hands tethered behind my back, looking fearfully at the needle. The
man in the white coveralls gently told me that the injection was to help
calm me down. His treatment of me was like a veterinarian talking to
an excited and possibly dangerous pet. Cautiously, the white-suited
guy approached me, testing how I might react. He rolled up the sleeve
of my shirt and injected the needle into the muscle of my upper arm.
After about a minute, he asked me what my name was. After thinking
for a moment, I finally remembered my first name, and said, "Ken". He
said, "Good. What is your last name?" This was trickier. Only after a
few seconds of deep reflection, I finally mumbled the answer. The man
in the white suite wasn't alarmed by this delay and actually seemed to be
pleased. He simply said, "Good".
After about ten minutes of riding in the van we came to a stop. The
man in white coveralls told me that before I got out he wanted to put a
blindfold over my eyes. This, he explained, was to protect my eyes
from the bright sunlight. After getting the shot even the small, dim light
on the van's ceiling seemed too bright to me. I agreed to the blindfold,
also realizing that there were probably other motives for blocking my
vision. Outside the van, I was walked along a crunchy sounding gravel
driveway. We entered a building through a squeaky door and then
walked down a short hallway with a hard floor. At this point both the
handcuffs and blindfold were removed from me. Rubbing my hands, I
quickly absorbed the new set of circumstances through my squinted
eyes.
Blankets had been put up to cover the two windows in this room but
even the slight amount of sunlight that leaked through the fabric was
enough to cause me pain. In this small room stood, not surprisingly,
Renjeck. Along with him were two other characters that seemed
vaguely familiar despite their alien looks. One of these was a woman –
made fairly obvious by her breasts – who had light brown wispy hair,
big, all black, slanted eyes and very pale, creamy-gray skin. In addition
to these features, she had a spectacular dorsal fin that ran from the nape
of her neck down to the small of her back. Her form-fitting suit was
open in the back, allowing this feature to be fully visible. Next to her,
along with Renjeck, stood a slender individual with a rather large head.
In addition to its size, this guy's head had a bulging top portion that
looked almost like he was wearing a helmet. The pigmentation of this
person's skin was pitch black, matching the color of his huge, shiny eyes
and the color of his tight body suit.
The man in white coveralls, who in comparison to the other people
in the room looked unfashionably human, had made himself busy
setting up some kind of electronic tape-recording equipment. Other
than this setup, the only piece of furniture in the small room was a
simple chair. I was told to sit down on this chair and to hold still for a
few minutes while some sensors were attached to my body. The man in
the white coveralls was obviously a technician and apparently in charge
of this portion of the operation. He spoke to me in his gentle manner but
offered no explanation of what he was up to other than to say that I
wouldn't be hurt or harmed in any way. About a dozen or so electrodes
were attached to my head, chest and hands using adhesive tape. Along
with an oval ring stuck on top of my head, these were connected by
cables to the electronic equipment. I was fascinated by what this might
be all about and, probably mollified by the drug that had been
administered to me earlier, sat patiently waiting for the next step to
unfold in this strange drama.
When all seemed to be in order, the technician turned on the
electronics. Two large reels of what looked like magnetic tape began to
spin around slowly, apparently recording the impulses given off by my
body. It also felt to me like a very slight current of energy was flowing
into my body. I felt very relaxed and sitting motionless slipped into a
light trance state. In the darkness of the room I watched as the shape of a
small human began to appear in front of me, about six away. This
radiant, foggy-white form became brighter and brighter until it seemed
to fill the room with light. Unlike the sunlight, however, this white light
didn't hurt my eyes. The form captivated me at first, then suddenly I
panicked, thinking that this might be a ghost or some other kind of
ghoulish entity. This fear faded as quickly as it arose and now I was
back in a deep state of relaxation, almost overtaken by the radiance of
the light-being. This being, which hovered about six inches off the
floor, didn't have a distinct edge to its form, just a gradation of
of brightness from its core shape outwards into the space around it. It
had no eyes, mouth or any other such features that I could detect. The
brightest part of its core-shape stood about five feet tall, and it seemed
that its head was large in proportion to the remainder of its body.
I began to feel pulses of energy flow into my body. The rate of the
pulsing was about the same as the rate of my heartbeat. This throbbing
grew in intensity until I felt as though I was being pushed out of and then
back into my physical self with each beat. Each time I went out, I
moved further away. As this weird sensation continued to build, I
began to see glimpses of imagery, like little snap-shots of experience.
Intuitively, I knew that these were scenes from the 'future', and now
looking back I can recognize how many of them came to be 'real' in the
sequential unfolding of my life. It came to me that the light-being in
front of me was, in fact, a future version of me. Not only that, it was also
the past version of me, dating back countless eons of time. Somehow it
was 'me' in both the most remote future and in the most remote past.
This placed my 'present' position in time midway between these two
opposite extremes. I was the bridge between the two.
Up to this moment in these proceedings, the three alien observers
had remained motionless, standing quietly behind me. This seemed to
change when I felt as though my physical body had beaded scales
covering it. Renjeck had somehow superimposed his awareness onto
mine and was now participating in the weird, pulse-dance of time
travel. After a few minutes Renjeck pulled out of my body and the other
two alien observers took their turns at the same experience. It was as
though I had taken the 'back seat' of the vehicle of my own mind and
turned over the reigns to another. This process was done with an almost
religious tenor, as though a sacrosanct ritual was being enacted.
The light-being faded away from sight at this point, even though
its effects were still felt strongly in the room. After the electrodes were
removed from my body, I was escorted, sans handcuffs and blindfold,
out of the small, vacant house that had somehow been commandeered
for the occasion. Standing in the kitchen was one of the men wearing
blue coveralls. To my surprise, he was accompanied by a huge German
Shepherd dog, which sat obediently next to him. I was escorted back
inside the rear cargo area of the van and driven some ten minutes back to
a drop off point. This was only about three blocks away from my home.
I was virtually incapable of talking, and when asked by the man in the
white coveralls if I felt strong enough to walk the short distance back to
my house, I simply nodded in affirmation.
Dinner that night was served punctually at six o'clock, like always.
I had made it home by five-thirty, allowing just enough time for me to
lie down for a while and try to restore my down-to-earth, gravity
moderated energy level. My family and I sat down at the table and
began our meal. The chandelier was turned up very bright and hurt my
eyes horribly. I told Mom that I had a really bad headache, which was
true, and asked if it was alright to adjust the rheostat to turn the light
down a little. Even the lower level of light was painful to me and I had
to direct my vision off to the side to avoid the sparkling light bulbs.
This caused a new problem. When I didn't focus on what was right in
front of me, in this case my dinner, I slipped into a flashback of seeing
the light-being.
