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mask that the mime wore that gripped me, and then the solemn and demonstrative silence of their act. I had seen this figure or at least figures like it from somewhere in my past and knew it had shown me things. The familiarity was quite unnerving. It felt like someone involved was watching over me as if to say, “There, don’t you remember?” He continued to dance and act oblivious of me watching but I noticed something striking when he appeared to look right in my direction. A silent masked figure used to look at me that way when instructing me to do something. I remember how the figure would instinctively know whether or not I could carry out the given task and always knew exactly how I felt about it. The method was, as always, telepathy which I had now accepted as a basic rule of alien communication but I remembered the mime figure being particularly demonstrative and taking time to show me things. I would have liked to have stood and watched that all day had I not had other things to do, but the other shoe dropped by the time I had reached the other end of the street. This particular event I remember having had taken place amidst my early adulthood but I’m sure I had seen the pathos on a number of occasions beforehand, right back to childhood. That masked or shrouded figure had been responsible for taking me on nightly excursions as a small boy to places I couldn’t even fathom. However, the recent encounter with my entourage had suddenly become very clear. It might have been around 1991 because I remember being in my early 20s and I seem to recall being on a trip somewhere out in a wilderness. I have often put this “trip” down to a dream because no such excursion had taken place or even been planned. The environment I had been plunged into I couldn’t even identify and certainly didn’t resemble anywhere on our hospitable planet. All I recall was being led by one of those theatrical mimes who said nothing but explained absolutely everything by gesture, the genius technique and why it interested me. “He” was dressed in either black or dark clothing that reminded me of stage costume and I seemed to know this individual unusually well. The terrain we were in was as equally peculiar and I wondered how I even got there given that it looked too barren and remote to be anywhere in England. All I saw was a landscape of rocks stretching for miles with nothing on the horizon but more rocks. It was impossible to see how far we had come as it was like that in all directions. Even the sky was different and appeared an artificial deep purple and like nothing we see in any of our seasons. 130 Where we were seemed so remote that you would have at least needed a