Personal Experience of "Mind Control"

[Aion]

Family life was becoming difficult, conversation between myself and my wife more robotic and beginning to turn from a simple lack of  mutual empathy to bouts of outright hostility. I was not fulfilling my role, in her eyes, as breadwinner for the family. She had long attributed my increasing withdrawal  from everyday life to depression, caused by the loss of my business several years ago, but although this had been somewhat of a factor in the past this was not the true reason for my aloofness. I was leading a double life. Despite my wife’s nominal interest in things paranormal it was no longer possible to discuss or even attempt to explain what was happening to me. Any attempt was met by a lack of empathy and a painful reminder of the bills we had to pay and the fact that I was, in her eyes and in those of her family, especially her father, a total loser. He was without doubt the most negative person I had ever encountered in my whole life. If it was a gorgeous sunny day he would be depressed and miserable because bad weather was surely on its way. A man whose sole enjoyment in life was predicting bad news and then being proven right. Since our most recent confrontation at Sunday lunch, where, fueled by red wine and an awful mood, he accused me of being a useless drug addict, I had become his public enemy number one and all channels of communication had been closed. I had replaced the incumbent "worst person on the planet", the guy who lived on the top floor of the flat, who gained this position of such aggravated contempt by making the fatal mistake of depositing a few pieces of his garbage in my father-in-law’s rubbish bin.

My wife and I had no meaningful intimate relations and had not had sex for years. She was never interested, whilst at the same time I could have made the Olympic team for horniness. It was unbearable. I had such a pent up reserve of sexual energy but would not for a moment consider an act of unfaithfulness. I had my principles and this one I was not about to break. I slipped further and further into fantasy worlds with blue skinned alien girls and cosmic teenage orgies.
The channeling however was becoming a more natural and comfortable exercise. I had long accepted the fact that for every positive contact there would be a negative and that actively attempting to block those of negative polarity was an act motivated by fear. When you can overcome fear to a certain extent then you are able to learn and I knew that true wisdom could only be reached by balancing, or  working off this electrical charge. I had become proficient in entering the trance state and could keep the reactive mind silent for increasingly longer periods. I was aware that I should be truly thankful for the efforts of the negative and that through their work I would be able to grow as a spiritual being, but I was, at this stage not able to feel the affection that I thought I ought to have for them. I cleansed and charged my crystals, performed my rituals and became more and more the magic personality that I remembered from my times in Atlantis and Lemuria. 

I became interested in the plight of groups that had developed technologically but not spiritually and made contact with beings who claimed to hail from the Zeta Reticuli system. You may know them as the “greys”. I initially was somewhat fearful of their energies, not to mention their appearance but sensed a willingness to communicate openly and honestly. Likewise I believe they respected my bravery and genuine concern about their existence. They are approaching the end of a path that has seen the evolution of a technically advanced but spiritually weary societal group. I asked them about the abductions and if these were carried out without consent of the abductees. They said no, this was not possible; however humans could be tricked into these scenarios by their own free will. There was a difference, albeit one that was akin to a sleight of hand.  The also explained that there had been negotiations with incarnate humans who had consented to parenting Zetan children. Despite the majority of the social group being of the negative polarity the elders with whom I had made contact had realized that the only conceivable way of averting their  extinction  was a leap of faith in a, for them, totally unexpected direction.

That evening I found myself in trance marveling at a sky full of stars. The brightest of the stars began to descend,  slowly  taking the shape of a jeweled Chrysanthemum. As it approached me, seemingly only a few hundred feet overhead I felt almost overwhelmed as I stared at what I now recognized as being the Mothership from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It was the Zetans and they were teleporting me on board!
I found myself in what appeared to be a laboratory, lying face up on a flat table. There were several of them in the well illuminated white room. I could sense the presence of the hosts but could not see them. The other operating tables seemed to be empty. I was to be the only guest that night.
Then there was a telepathic communication. My reason for being there was twofold; firstly I was to receive an implant. This would improve my ability for “on demand” telepathic contact with both the Zetans and “machines”.  Secondly I was to be shown how to create “bodies”. I would find this very helpful in respect to completing my mission.  The next thing I remember  was a series of tones, like a bunch of sine waves. I felt in that moment like a snake shedding its skin. There was a pulse, a wave of energy and suddenly I had left the table and was “stuck “to the ceiling of their spacecraft.


"Aha", I recall thinking, “ they just raised my frequency. “


To be continued...
 
 
 

My understanding is that the Zetans were enslaved but there are 'rebel' groups which still operate outside the 'empire'. Some of them are great folk, very helpful but often also seeking assistance in some way, always an exchange.