I have to go back to the cold, dark, ealy February morning in Diamond Bar, California, 2018.
When I wa taken to the craft, and had the experience of meeting the Tall Grey otherworldy being, Rex, and having my whole normal human world go upside down, that was a revelation. The revelation that we are not in control of Earth— some other off-world , extraterrestrial alien beings are very much in control! The tendrils of the creepy shadow monster have spread all over our world, into every aspect of our lives!
Friends used to sit and have a drink or a smoke, and discuss their questions of opposition towards one another, openly and with understanding. Now it seems to be that we are truly being manipulated, and having our normal, human, sensibilities and inquisitiveness seemingly pinned down against us from every direction, by friend or foe. It is easy to see that our mental barriers of common sense have been turned, like the sandy soil of the ground before planting seed; overridden by heavy winds of distrust, and disbelief.
This manipulation has been carefully and expertly over the last eighty years, imbedded in every form of business from banks to agriculture, to aerospace corporations and everything in-between. Religions are included in this manipulation. The Vatican itself is corrupt and filled with truths that the public is never to see…why? Because if the truth was really known to every human being on the Earth, then we would overthrow religions, and therefore disturb and upset the ruling order over planet Earth…which is not humans!
Sure, we all live out ordinary, sheep lives, some of us struggling to make ends meet, enjoying this or that with family and friends, and our children (who get abducted by the Greys to be used in a never-ending cycle of hybridization) Then you have the top of the human population, the rich, wealthy leaders in government (the government that we do see) and many different corporations. These people, most corrupt in some fashion; publicly, in front of us– they hold the cards. These are human people (I think) that have no clue as to what it is like to live on a military base and struggle with a military paycheck from one month to the next (we did for twenty years with three kids)
These are the people who get to make the decisions for us…and they keep us inline, subservient; we as sheep and fodder for the frightening Grey and Reptilian otherworldly shadow of control that is over all of us.
Their control reaches into something that affects every one of us here in the United States… our health industry.. The doctors, hospitals, surgeons, and specialists in the fields of human genetics that are supposed to support our life and living a little longer without pain and disease, who get hefty paychecks for keeping us all sick, and buying unnecessary prescriptions, that keep us sick or make us sicker! This beings me back to that early morning abduction in February of 2018…
I was escorted by the oddly proportioned, bigheaded, three and a half foot tall grayblue skinned, Zeta Grey being, through the craft’s corridors, to the hallway with the transparent black box on the wall. Little did I know then that this meant something (I believe) potentially tragic and devious for the human race!
This is the box on the dark wall, in the saucer craft that the Tall Grey, Rex, usually is in, and he instructed me (by thought transference) to look at this, before I would be released to be returned home.
It was a transparent screen with what looked like a black frame about four feet up on the wall, in this hallway. Just this box on the wall. When my Zeta Grey escort and I got to this, I was pondering if it were simply an implanted thought in my mind; maybe a holographic projection from Rex’s mind? (If so, then why was it positioned all the way out on a lone corridor wall in this craft?) I thought that it looked real, but I never tried to touch it. I never wanted to touch anything in there and I only had bare feet touching the surface of the strangely weaved together, gun metal gray, metallic floor. Of course, I felt the cold tables I was put on as well and the terrible instruments used on me…
Looking at the box on the dark wall that it was put on, it had a long set of red, LED numbers on it. There were two sets of digits, as the top, a smaller number than the bottom. The bottom number was much longer in its digital composition; 9, 7, 1, 5, and a great many zeros. This number looked like it was in the billions. What did this mean? Why were the numbers so long? What was its significance and why did I have to look at this before I could be returned home? Was it real? I almost reached out to touch it, but the small Zeta was there with me just standing there …not moving, just sort of waiting for (orders from Rex) I wondered if it or Rex, the Tall Grey otherworldly being was observing me…
The box itself appeared to look like a flat screen television about twenty inches in width and approximately sixteen inches in length. The numbers themselves were in a block style, and measured approximately 1 1 ½” in width, and 2” in height, so not really big, but they were a glowing and bright red. I do not know how long I was standing there looking at the numbers, but then the Zeta Grey came to life again and waved its hand in front of me indicating my time was finished, and I would be returned home. It touched my right elbow for me to move along. (This is a jerky movement of a part biological being so the contact on my bare skin with its small, cold, four- fingered hand, is very brief)
I knew then that I was being shown something important but was it for us, or for them I did not know. I certainly did not understand what I was shown, and I was not able to memorize all of it (which I think I was supposed to do)
The number that I did remember puzzled me greatly; I know that top number was smaller than the bottom set of digits, but all I could recall after the abduction was the top number in its entirety 891430. I could recall the 9, 5, 1, 7, and a bunch of 0’s only for the bottom number.
What was I supposed to do with the information? I knew that I was being shown a message of great importance, and my thoughts were that is was probably for the future, and something bad, but I honestly had no clue as to what this was really about.
Fast forward to February of 2020 at our new home in Castle Rock, Colorado. That was the night of a revelation! It was when my right hand was struck with its own obsessive and unnatural writing of numbers, in exactly the same order each time, several times, while drawing pictures innocently on my husband Charles’s back. I was in some sort of trance, I believe. The numbers were 8, 9, 1, 4, 3, 0.
I was scared and with my senses coming back to me, upon the realization of what was happening with my right hand, I was trembling uncontrollably! I went down two sets of stairs to my basement office and my chair in front of my home-built desktop computer. I powered the machine on and my fingers flew to the keystrokes of Google: 8, 9, 1, 4, 3, 0. What came up will live in my memory forever –just like the my otherworldly abductions!
I was nervous as I awaited the screen to populate with a return of information:
There was a paint number match, at the top of the list but I went down it just a little and viola, it read:
891430 Protein Clusters Result (I clicked on this)
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/proteinclusters 894130.i clicked on this and I saw:
PCLA 894130 Aminotransferase.
I found information on NHI (National Center for Biotechnology Information)
I was looking at information about COVID-19!
I was shocked! Here was that number from the box on the craft from the abduction in February of 2018, back in Diamond Bar, California, that I was meant to remember and now it felt like I knew why!
This is all in the original Oct 2024 edition of Into the Greys’ Abyss, Chapter 14: An October Meeting.
It is Chapter 14: An October Meeting in the newer version, Volume-1 of Into the Greys’ Abyss.