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ZetaTalk: Pregnancies
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Our emissary, Nancy, participated in the hybrid program during her teens and early twenties, and will tell the story
from the contactee's viewpoint.
I had a favorite spot. It was on a creek. They had built a stone wall where the creek took a bend. It would prevent
erosion. You could sit on that stone wall and look on the water, and the big trees were all around. Some trees in front
would block the road a little bit. There were places in there I would walk where it was really deep woods, and most of
the time you would never see people. I looked out over water, where you could see something in the distance, and
made a connection, make a mental connection. I would stare into the water, or look across, and go into a relaxed state,
try to reach out to the universe, try to understand the universe. It seems like Junior High. I almost felt
walk down to the woods, drop down to the woods, and walk around in there.
It seems these guys always come up from behind and never in front of you. It feels almost like a draw, like being
pulled backwards, against gravity, like you were a magnet, being pulled backwards and upwards, like something
grabbed you from behind the shoulders and was just drawing you up. The ground was falling away. I don't feel any
particular fear about this. I think it was because whatever happened in the woods, I trusted. I had great trust in Nature.
I didn't think that anything natural was evil, and if this was happening in the deep of the woods then it had to be OK, it
had to be natural. It feels like the ground is falling away, 20 or 30 feet, and it made me just a little bit uneasy. It seems
like something dark gray enclosing now, and a clank. I heard a clank, almost darkness, and someone tapping on my
shoulder. I see something, out of the corner of my eye. This person's bigger, though, it seems to be a bigger size, same
physique but taller than the others. He says, 'We're here again.' I think he checks my forehead lightly. I have this scar.
He brushes my hair. He says, 'We have to talk to you, about the universe. Do you know where you're going? We're all
connected to the universe.' It's all interrelated. We're all interconnected, intertwined.
He wants my palm print. I press my palm into something. I still think I have pigtails at that age. It seems they're
checking out the trunk of my body. I don't seem to have breasts. It seems they're checking how I'm growing or
something. I almost get the feeling I'm getting measurements taken, around the hips, like when you take measurements
at the doctor's office, bone structure mostly around my hips and rib cage. I don't seem to have any clothes on, but I'm
standing up. I think he's saying, 'We have a problem.' They're very grayish colored, and they're
substance. Or maybe they're like a post, but the arms and legs are like thick broomsticks. Very, very gray. No color.
I'm noticing mine so much thicker than theirs are. He says, 'We have to work together. We need each other.' That's
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what he says. I have to share his worries. Something about the universe that's a concern. We're all interconnected.
There's this connection. Something one has to worry about, feel responsible about. Not responsible out of guilt but
responsible like you ought to do something about it, you ought to be concerned. It's got something to do with the whole
universe. We're all part of this together.
I'm thinking about how we always slept with the windows open and the frogs would clang out in a constant chorus. I
liked to sleep in the front bedroom where I could hear the frogs. I could sleep in there alone most of the time. I have a
little bit of a feeling of anxiety about something now. I'm very vividly remembering the open window, how it was
screened in. You fixed those things from the outside, you didn't put them on from the inside. The point is, the house
wasn't real secure. I have some memory of being in that front bedroom where I could hear the frogs chorus, and
something is going on with my belly. It's mildly disturbing. I thought that he had come through the window but I don't
think he actually did. I think he just appeared in the bedroom and I assumed he came through the window. It was
mildly uncomfortable, but other than being a little anxious I don't think I was concerned. The bed clothes were pulled
back and he was checking out my tummy. It's like poking, like they do to check to see if your appendix is sore, poking
around, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal. I remember the sound of the frogs, waking up and finding that there was
somebody standing there. This was that taller person, not the little guys that were smaller than me at that age. This guy
was slightly taller than me and he's standing there.
He'd come to check on something, I think. It was a status check. I get up and follow him out of the house,
