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experience the alien agenda — a secret schooling. I have read of accounts where abductees believe part of their childhood had been spent partaking in a secret educational programme that wasn’t anything to do with their normal schooling. It was like a night time affair that involved other children being called away to attend a type of religious or indoctrination session in an unlocated classroom. Upon recall of these sessions, the subject can never remember why they were there or what they had learned but it was always described as a secret lesson they had to attend. Quite often, the lessons learned are said to gradually release throughout periods of their life similar to the way I believe my automated memory works. I seemed to remember something of these nocturnal lessons being like freemasonry, a repeating trait in my life. It was something more religious than school lessons but then not quite like church. My memories of those lessons are quite vague and I don’t remember them continuing for long, but I suspect they took place between the ages of ten or eleven. Something happened at night that I knew was special and magical and I remembered feeling privileged to be able to attend. During this time, (1978-19797?) I remembered having this thing about the term “night school.” I knew “night school” to be nothing more than classes for grown-ups to attend after their working hours, but in my mind it had more of an exotic meaning. To me it signified a magical place in the sky that grown-ups didn’t know about, one where children learned how to perform magic that they couldn’t use during the day. During “night school” I could do things that would astound me, feats that left me astonished that I couldn’t perform all the time. I seem to remember those secret lessons as being a chance to discover yourself and what you could do rather than just receiving facts and information. There was something about this learning environment that made you hungry to learn instead of needing the endurance to apply yourself. When the memories of these nocturnal lessons finally resurfaced, I don’t remember being taken aback by the revelation. I think it’s because I referred to them with the same frame of mind I had as a ten year old boy, “All children attend these special night classes...don’t they?” I was also under the impression that this procedure went back hundreds of years like our Masonic rituals. As always, I tried to rationalise my thoughts of the events and did my best to compose a structured pattern as to what actually went on. My information told a very interesting but disjointed story. Like so many of my nocturnal jaunts as a child, I remember first being fetched by someone. These were the mysterious doll-like beings that I once termed the “night children.” I instinctively knew when I would have an 97