GAIL’S STORY

Gail, sadly deceased, was a very close friend of mine. The Article painting is created by her from her memory of “abduction”.

My story starts when I was quite young. I often would wake in the night and see lights on my wall, moving around, which firstly scared and then interested me. The real stuff started when I got into my twenties. Firstly the lights became bigger and were not confined to my bedroom wall, but shone like halogens outside my bedroom window.

Then in 1989 shortly before the birth of my first daughter I had the very strong sensation that I was being watched by something. I seemed to have a heightened sense of what was going to happen during everyday events. I often knew who was on the end of the phone before I had picked it up. By the 1990’s having gone through a very unpleasant divorce, my life started settling down. I had a new partner and things were quite ‘normal’.

Then, one night I was awoken by something. Beside my bed stood two small beings, almost childlike, glowing with some kind of inner light which radiated out of them. Although I wanted to move and wake my partner I couldn’t. In fact I couldn’t move at all. The experience was quite spiritual even ‘God’ like. When I awoke the next morning I asked my partner if he had been aware of anything during the night. He hadn’t. I vividly remember lying next to him listening to his snoring yet knowing I couldn’t wake him or move, no matter how hard I tried. The feeling inside me on that day and for the next few was quite magical. I felt serene. I tried to work out in my head who or what the beings were but it somehow didn’t seem to matter. It just was. I awaited their return but nothing really happened until some months later.

We had moved house and I woke one night to the lights in the bedroom. The next thing I remember was being inside something which looked like a large metal sphere. Ahead of me set in the walls were drawers and drawers. Beyond me in a fairly dimly lit space was an operating table. Beyond that in the half light I could see another table with a figure on it lying down. I then remember being put on the table by two very tall thin beings – the classic looking beings that everyone draws, almond eyed and pale grey in colour. The thing I remember more than anything is NO EMOTION from them. They then put a kind of probe against my forehead and suddenly my head was full of fast moving images, just like a video tape on fast forward. The images stopped at intervals and I saw the following:

1 Piles of dead black and white cows.

2 Huge water and floods with massive waves.

3 Fire: everything as far as I could see burning.

4 Jars of liquid with small babies inside – foetus like beings.

After this I really don’t remember what happened. I awoke the next morning in a very distressed state. Having told my husband what had happened I felt numb, totally in shock, not knowing why or what had happened to me. Why the images? I just didn’t know what to do. I then went into a big down, a kind of withdrawing from everything. I questioned everything. Around the same time I discovered small red marks on my breast in a triangle shape. These marks are still with me today.

Then on Jan 2nd 1996 we had friends over for dinner. They bought with them friends who were staying over from Ireland. When they arrived I opened the door to let everyone in and then I saw Chris. As soon as I saw him something inside said ‘you know this person very well’. I didn’t quite understand what was happening to me but the sense of connection and of ‘knowing’ stayed with me all evening. Our friends eventually explained that Chris had had similar experiences to me and they thought we should talk. We did. The problem was we couldn’t stop talking or finding endless similarities and connections. The feeling of knowing grew until, when we had to say goodbye, I couldn’t believe how hard it was to walk away from this person I so wanted to be with. After a few months we finally got together and started talking once more about what we had gone through. Chris suggested we drew what we had seen, concentrating on one thing in particular. That was when our drawings confirmed my thoughts. We had both drawn the same thing from our time on the ship! The drawers or incubators containing life forms!!

For years now Chris and I have kept in touch, going over our thoughts and our memories. Whatever happened to us back then, there is one thing I know. We are connected and that will never go away.