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Nancy had a typical first meeting with ourselves, the Service-to-Other Zetas, and will tell you the story.
Begin Nancy's Hypnotic Recall
I went down into the swamps a lot. So many frogs, and at night the frogs would be a chorus. It would be like the lapping of water on the beach, it would be so thunderous in a soft way. I'd chase frogs during the day and catch their green bodies and let them go. There were so many frogs in the swamp. Big swamp. When you looked off across the swamp the mist would rise. It was a flooded pasture and the trees were a backdrop along the river there. Nobody ever went there, but I would walk in the woods, in those tall trees, and when you were in those woods, you didn't know that anything else was around you, nobody could see you. Nobody could see you from the railroad tracks, nobody could see you from the woods, and there was no traffic at all on the road. You were just alone. So I'd go down in the woods a lot and look out across the swamp at the woods, and when I'd go down there I'd be all by myself, walking in those woods. I'd be gone for hours. Nobody would know where I was because the trees were big. The fallen trees had big trunks covered with mushrooms. Big fern fronds, some poison nettles that you had to worry about touching, but mostly just the big trees. Nobody ever went there.
I was a little girl. I had coveralls, blue coveralls and maybe a red T-shirt underneath. I'd go down in those woods there and I would be very observant. I would expect to find almost anything. I was very curious about animals and I would be very quiet and watch for them. This time I think I'm standing still. But it's actually somebody watching for me down in those woods. I'm standing still and have that feeling going up my spine that you do when you know somebody's around but you don't know where they are or who they are. So I have that feeling up my spine. I'm by a fallen tree. I can't see what it is that I feel nervous about, but out of the corner of my eye I see a movement, from the left, coming out from behind a tree. I think there's something to the right too, but I'm not sure. Somebody just steps out from behind a tree. It's one of these skinny guys, very gray, light gray actually. They almost look smaller than me. I don't know what to make of it. Nothing's said and I'm just staring. Then I feel like there's more people to the right and to the left. I guess I'm not alarmed by this, because I'm so used to wild creatures like the rabbits that we had for pets. So many wild creatures are very quiet, like deer, they only show themselves when they feel safe. So I'm not alarmed by this. I think a couple of them come up, from the right and the left of me, from behind, and take my elbows. I'm still not alarmed because I'm just not getting any vibes from them that are hostile. I think we move, backwards rather than forwards, and away from that fallen tree.
I'm seeing some sort of a disk shape, small. There's really only three or four of these guys. It's a small disk shape, maybe 12 foot across, not that large. I'm pretty curious. I guess my initial reaction was curiosity more than fear. I'm trying to figure out what this is. I don't feel anything hostile. It seems like we just walk toward that ship, and there's a ramp that's let down from it. I feel a little nervous at one point, when we're going up into the ship and I'm thinking it's a tight enclosed space and I don't know why we're doing this. The trees are dark, just very dense woods, and the weeds along the river made it very enclosed. I don't think I'm doing any resisting. They seem to be interested in my head and my hands and my wrists. They seem to be examining my hands and my wrists, the way my wrists bend. They seem to be putting their hands on either side of my head, almost like they're sizing it. Looking at the very top of my head for some reason. Curious little creatures, very gray, light gray, even slightly smaller than I am, although I couldn't have been more than eight years old or so.
One of them looks at me, puts his face close to mine, eye contact I guess, and seems to be trying to communicate something. Maybe he's saying, "Do you know why we're here? Do you know what we want?" Maybe it's because I'm not afraid, maybe that's what he's thinking, that I already know. I'm just trying to search and find if I know. But I just keep thinking they're really curious little creatures.
There's something at the side that looks like a little tray at the dentist's office where they have this little mirror on a stick and things like that. It's off to the right hand side and it makes me just a tiny bit nervous to think about that. I think maybe they're going to do something with my right forearm, like when someone takes blood or something like that, poke around in your forearm a little bit. But I don't think anything's happening exactly. Maybe up by my elbow somewhere they do something, toward the back of the elbow, but it's nothing too significant. I'm more interested in the dark eyes and how he seems to be trying to communicate something. He keeps saying, "Do you know why we're here?" and I'm not sure why. It's got something to do with the greenness of the woods and the way I love nature. I'm always wandering off and spending time alone in nature. I actually just watch nature, kind of get into it, empathize, just lost in it, observing it. I'm very comfortable with it, very open.
He's telling me that my grandmother's like that, she loves nature, is very curious. He's telling me I'm going to have a role because of this. He says, "Do you know why we're here?" It's got something to do with the vastness of the woods and how beautiful that is, how it should be that way, it should stay that way. I'm trying to think what else. Let's see, he's telling me about my grandmother and how they talked to my grandmother about me too.
It seems like I laid back down on a table but it wasn't really flat, something more like a chaise lounge. They want to look at my feet. I would go barefoot a lot. How my feet bend at the ankles, and checking out my wrists, how they bend, and I think they're going to do something with my forehead. They don't take my clothes off, they just bend my head forward a little bit and kind of shield my eyes or tell me to close my eyes now. They do something to my forehead. I'm not really aware of any discomfort. I think, basically, I trust these guys. They have their hands at the side of my head, pulling my head face up, trying to check it out. They've got my head at an angle and do something to my forehead. They position my head. They were checking out the top of my head earlier. It's a little bit sore, but it's a very dull ache. Now I don't feel like thinking so much about what he was saying, "Do you know why we're here." I'm a little more distracted. I don't think they ever closed the door. It's a small ship. It's probably no larger than this living room. I tell them I want to go back to my frogs and he says, "We'll be back". I'm thinking about those green frogs, how they'd jump and what they would look like when they'd leap. They were always so wet, so hard to grab, really beautiful bodies. And the mist around the bushes, even the swamp water fascinated me, so full of life, ripples and bubbles and things like that.
There was a long pathway down from the barn into the woods. Nobody ever went down there, just me. I was the only one who liked to go into those woods. Wore this little blue outfit and the little red T-shirt. Two little metal buckles on my coveralls, on either side, and they had pockets, no waist to speak of. My hair was probably in 2 pigtails. It was fairly loose, wasn't tightly bound. I was thinking that my hair was somewhat fluffy on the top of my head when they were looking at the top of my head, when they were checking out my head. I don't have a sense of my hair hanging on my shoulders at all. It just feels kind of loose at the scalp, like it's frizzy up around my head but not long. I know I don't have short hair. I know I had pigtails until about 12 or so. Then I think I just go and walk along the railroad tracks like I set out to do that morning. And then I just put it to the back of my mind, what just happened, that little guy coming out from behind that tree like in the comics where somebody would pop out from behind a tree, just lean out, and the other two coming up behind me. I was standing. I had a fallen tree in front of me. Tall, big trees down there. It was a primordial forest. He said, "We'll be back."
End Nancy's Hypnotic Recall