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69 The veil began descending on me, and I felt the same identical thing as the weekend before. My willpower was being squelched down. With every second it slipped away more and more and I knew I didn't have much time. Fight!! Fight back! I had the thought to RUN!! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!! followed by the same argument to just go lie down...lie down and wait, they’II be here soon...go lie down... of So I ran. I flung open my door and ran down the hall and into the bathroom, closed the door and looked around. But I could still feel the veil. Panicked, I thought about hanging out with Todd and his kids across the hallway, but I knew that was useless. I “knew” that they could and would get me anyway, even in Todd’s room. I ran out of the bathroom, back down the hall and peered into my room. Nothing had “arrived” yet. But I could still feel that blanketing pressure veil thing on me. I ran into the kitchen. Still there. Everywhere I went in the house, it was there on me. I kept mentally screaming "NO! NO! NO!" the whole time. I REALLY did NOT want this anymore. Finally in desperation I threw open the front door and ran down the steps, down the walkway...and halfway up the street, like a crazy person, trying to get away from that veil of control thing. I got halfway up the street and I felt it sloooowwly subsiding. I would have kept running as long as I had to. I wasn't going ANYWHERE that weekend, with anybody. I was determined. I did what I should have done the weekend before. Cautiously, I turned around and headed back to the house. The veil was completely gone now. Such an overt attempt to take me while I was wide awake never happened again. It only works if you allow it to and can’t/won’t fight back and resist. After that they resort to covert methods. The laser “beam me up” line. While living in Portland, Oregon, and roommating with my brother, I glimpsed what I theorize is technology for beaming somebody up. It happened around 7 p.m., when my brother was at work and I had the tiny apartment all to myself, along with my cat. Kitty (her name) was uncharacteristically scared and clingy that night, sticking close by me wherever I went. If I got up to go to the sink she followed and jumped up on the counter just to be as close to me as possible. When I went back to my bed and sat down, she jumped down and ran with me, and crawled into my lap, curling Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e