these exceptional abilities could bring a child under scrutiny.
This program is little known because it never went beyond peeping.
from these children, nor did the adults differ from the norm in any manner. High IQ youngsters developed as they had
in the past; athletic youngsters took advantage of their abilities as they had in the past; and those with precocious
musical ability were pressed by their parents into performing, as they had in the past. The surveillance program
essentially shriveled and died, though it was never formally closed, as is often the case with bureaucracies.
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Nancy accompanied her three children during an interview, where having passed the first phase they were taken to the
later phase of the interview process elsewhere in the Universe. As was our practice at that time, in accordance with our
agreement with MJ12, they were notified and allowed to monitor the exit and entry. Nancy will tell you the story in her
own words.
I'm trying to remember the circumstances of when we bought the tent and did some camping. I think I bought a tent
that had a blue bottom. The top was a dark green canvas. It had a blue plastic bottom. I remember how we folded it up,
and it would always be blue. It was a big tent. It was on sale, and then we got some sleeping bags. I know I took the
kids quite frequently not just in the summer but in the spring and the fall also, as long as it wasn't snowing. We'd go
for the weekend and set up the tent, and when it was in the spring or the fall there would hardly be anybody else in the
campground. Maybe we'd even have the campground to ourselves. Sometimes there'd just be one more tent down the
road, and of course there wasn't any way for someone to get hold of us because there was no telephone and the
relatives in the area weren't the type to come over and look us up anyway, they weren't that close to us. I'd make a fire.
I'd get some firewood and make a fire and cook supper. And if it wasn't in the middle of summer when the
campgrounds were full, the kids would just run down the road or go off into the woods or to the lake, which had a
small beach there.
It wasn't that we had any planned activities. The idea was to just get out where they could run around in the woods.
And in the morning I would make coffee. Everyone was still sleeping and I would go for a walk. Along the lake they
had a path that was paved through the rocks, and I'd go see the birds and the like. Very early, like dawn. We'd have a
fire at night. We'd roast some marshmallows or whatever, but generally we'd go to bed about dusk. Everybody had to
set up their sleeping bags ahead of time, before the light went down. We did have a Coleman Lantern, and I would
light the lantern. When we would go to bed, we'd all get in the tent and I'd put the lantern on the outside of the tent
since it would suck oxygen otherwise, create carbon monoxide poisoning. Then after everybody had changed clothes
and tucked under I would reach out of the tent and turn down the Coleman Lantern. Then it would be pitch dark, and
I'd zip everything up and we'd settle in for the night. So I'm trying to think if there was ever a time when we were all
camping, and we'd settled in for the night, if there was ever a time when I was with my children and there was any
kind of an encounter.
Well, I think I'm seeing something. It's dark out and I'm at the tent door. I'm seeing two or three of these guys coming
up through the shadows, coming up through the dusk toward the tent. They've very, very skinny gray bodies, and it
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looks like they're walking up a slight incline to where the tent is. The tent door is facing down the incline. They seem
in that position, like they're leaning forward a little bit, coming up the incline. I think one of them comes in the tent,
and he's got his finger to his mouth, saying, 'Shush,' that kind of thing, like a motion, like, 'Don't say anything.' I think they put their hands on top of the kids heads, and this wakes them up but they're walking up semi-sleepy. They
don't wake up with a start. They don't act alarmed. They're doing this shush motion again. They're motioning to come
on. We all have our little pajamas on. I don't think it's that cold out, because the door to the tent flap is back so that we
could get air coming through. We all trip out, sort of single file. One of the guys is leading in front, and then the kids
and I after him, and the last two bring up the rear. We walk down the hill in the direction that they came from, down to
the left, which goes into the woods down into a little clearing.
They have a ship that's not a 12 footer job, it's more 25 foot, the next size up. When we get there [oldest] kind of looks
back at me. I put my hand on her shoulder, indicating it's OK, and we just continue to go up into the ship and sit
down. They seem to have semicircular seating. It's smooth, so that it's like a curved bench, and it has little
