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111 It was morning and the sun was out, the sky hazy and kind of thick, the sky had a yellow white hue to everything. There were no buildings around. Just the stream in front of me and tall grass and open land. It was quiet and peaceful. And the more interesting thing to note is that I didn’t communicate verbally with the Indian woman. We communicated telepathically. I hardly had any time to really even get into a discussion because things got cut short prematurely, and also I was still absorbing the fact that........ I’m in the 1500’s. ! So the only thing I could think to ask her at first - mentally, not with verbal speech — was whether Miami existed yet! She said, “Yes, Me-ah-me exists...” We working in the correction on my pronunciation! :D Imagine that. I telepathically understood Me-ah-me, as she pronounced it, to be a settlement, not too far from where we were. That made me smile, like wow...Miami is already around! Cool. And then wouldn’t you know it, but an annoyed UFO whizzed up to where we were. I glanced up at the black colored disc approaching, which slowed to a hover above us to the left, and telepathically felt its annoyance at me. It was conveying very loudly, with a robotic sort of voice, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING.. STOP THAT RIGHT “WHAT ARE THAT RIGHT NOW...STOP THAT...STOP...” It wanted to put an immediate stop to this, and squelch me back into place. In my “dream” I sighed and felt limp, “knowing the drill” and immediately resigned myself, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop them from controlling the situation. That’s where it abruptly ends. shown something about how “They” had connected a “black box” to my heart, and had control over whether I lived or died. There was a switch/button on the black box that they could turn my life on - or off - with. The dream seemed to take place in a mix of where I grew up in Massachusetts and Connecticut. I was lying on a table, and there were people in white coats around me, performing the “black box heart procedure.” But I seemed to be me at my age now, in the present, rather than a kid. I could see out the windows that it was sunny and blue skied outside. A weird muddled dream. Several years after this dream I read the book “Song of Freedom” by Judith K. Moore (mentioned earlier in this book) and there is a chapter called “The Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—_— "es The Black Box. A dream when I lived back in Florida where I was Little Black Box.” For Judith Moore, the black box was an implant in