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Alien ship visit #1.

Excerpt from «The Shameful Secret» by Klaus Joehle

Chapter 4

At that time in my life, I had never heard of aliens or space ships. I had never even seen anything on TV as to that existing. However, what I had heard of was elves and I had heard many people mention them, although I don’t remember ever seeing any of them. I have had people say to me or ask me if I was afraid of the elves and witches.

So there, I was still holding my hand over my ears but standing in front of what I thought was an elf. I just stood there, looking at him and glancing around at where I was. The elf was about the same height as me but funny looking. He had clothes on something like that of nuns or priests, but not white nor black. Dark green like that of a tree. The best way to describe him is to say he looked like an alien described as grays. If you have seen pictures of them just think of them a little shorter and stockier, shorter neck and smaller eyes. Although his eyes were very large in comparison to mine and very dark almost black but not black. No hair on his face or on his head but he did have pointy cheeks unlike some of the pictures I have seen of what grays supposedly looked like. The room was shiny metallic like that of mag wheels but there was no reflection. He put out his hand to shake hands. I let go of my ears but didn't touch him. Nothing about him or the room I was in seemed threatening. He told me that everything is ok and he wanted to be my friend. I suppose that might have been the magic word. There were no words I heard him in my head. However, I heard him loud and clear. He moved over to a table not much higher then a chair and asked me if I would sit here, pointing with his long bony fingers. I didn't mind him nor how he looked but I did not like his hands. They looked too much of what you could call hands of a witch. He must have understood and seemed to let his sleeves slide over his hand so all I could see was his fingers. Without question, I went to sit on the table. As I moved my feet seemed to be sticky on the floor, just enough so you could not slide them. He talked to me for a while asking me things like if I was still afraid of those dogs. Then he began to explain where I was and who he was. Even though it did not make a lot of sense to me, he still tried to explain. He said that he was from the stars that you could see at night and that we were in a ship that could fly from star to star. He said that he came to help me and wanted to change something in me. Then he asked if that was ok. I sort of said ok. However, it was as if he did not ask me he seemed to ask something in me and I could sense that something in me said ok. Looking at it from what I know to day; I would say he was asking a larger part of me for permission, perhaps my soul or higher self. I myself trusted him, for some reason I did not get any negative feelings from him and there was a feeling that he really cared. That is not what I got from other people. Therefore, in a sense it was nice. A door opened but it was not a door it was like a piece of the wall disappeared. Two others like him came in and I could see thru the opening in the wall that there were others sitting around a pedestal of light or something in that affect. The two that came in spoke to me but I do not remember what was said, most likely just friendly stuff to keep me at ease. They went to the backside of the table where I was sitting. He told me that I would need to sit very still and not to move my head. He said that a few times and each time I nodded my head until I finally caught on to that I was moving. He seemed amused by that and I know it was keeping me busy while the others were doing something behind me. I asked if it was going to hurt because if it does I am out of here. He said no. They put something into the back off my neck and I could feel it going down my spine wrapping itself around my spine. There was no pain and he kept talking to me saying that it was fine. He was asking me questions about sword fighting, which I did a lot of using sticks of course. But the fact that he had interest is what was important to me. I was thinking that I might have a friend. Whatever went down my neck was left there, that was also, what he said. Then he asked if they could give me something so that he could always find me and I agreed, thinking that I was going to get something very cool to play with. He explained otherwise and showed it to me. It was so tiny that you could hardly see it. Then he said it would go here pointing to the back of his neck not realizing until it was to late that his bony hands were showing again.

Something was placed beside me on the table, which I slowly tried to slide into my pocket. However, something grabbed it and slowly pulled it back out. Then he said that they were going to place something over my head and to be very still. I could not see it but it made my skull feel like Jello and I could feel it coming apart. That’s the best of my recollection. In a while, everything seemed all right again and he asked me to stand back where I first arrived. He said that he had to go now and not to tell anyone about this. I agreed and heard a loud noise like before I placed my hands over my ears and in that moment, I was standing back on the path by the hedges. Everything was fine except that I could not remember how to get home or exactly where I was. The memory of all the paths I had traveled was gone. I had absolutely no clue as how to get home or where home might be.

That’s when I spotted the old man; I walked up to him thinking he might know where I live and how to get there. Old people are like that they always know everything. They always seem to know what everyone is doing. I was right he told me where to go and what direction to turn, as I would get to a certain spot. At that time, I did not understand left and right. Frankly, it still does not make to much sense even to day. From what I gather and half the population agrees with me; and the other half thinks they have it down pat. Anyway, I started to walk and after a few turns I could see the hotel. By the time I got there my memory had come back, everything was back to normal, and my normal routine, find food and have a nap. There wasn’t any discomfort in neither my neck nor my back but my neck was a little itchy and still is to day at times.

I looked at Sally and Ed. It seemed that they were rather speechless. Shit happens but if you close your eyes then sometimes it gets bigger, I thought to myself.

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Chapter 5

Two things did change after I had been picked up. One was my strength-increased dramatically. Anywhere in the range of two to three times the normal strength; although I can’t see any reason for this being done nor any purpose in it, it did become useful to me in a few ways but not that beneficial for my body. I really think that it was either a side affect or an experiment. Over the years, I forgot about it but back when it first happened it came in very handy.

Second visit to the Alien ship by Klaus Joehle

Excerpt from «The Shameful Secret», Chapter 7 -- by Klaus Joehle

My next encounter was just shortly after turning sixteen. I had my driver’s license and was just returning from spending time with some friends. That is right I had some friends mostly short term but friends never the less. Anyway ten minutes from home my car started to act up and finally quit running. At the time I was driving an old beetle - I got out of the car and was going to open the back hatch when I heard a high pitched sound same as before.

Two seconds later I was again in the same ship as before looking at the same elf or alien as before. This took me by surprise for I had come to the conclusion that the first time was just a dream. He greeted me and asked how I was. It took a while but we ended up talking for what seemed a long time. I told him all that had happened and some of the trouble I was having in school not being able to read and write. I cannot honestly remember all that was said but a lot of it only had to do with my life. I even asked if I could go with them. He said that I could not do that yet but maybe some day. I asked to see the ship but he said that we were running out of time and that I could only stay on this ship for only so long before I would lose my balance on my reality. I did not fully understand that. However, I think I do now.

In Alien ship medical Laboratory

He said that they could probably fix my writing and reading part if I want, I said OK. He asked me to sit on the same table as before and two others came in who then stood behind me. Even though I was told to be very still I now could see that certain gadgets were coming from an opening in the ceiling. Something was placed over my scull and I could feel my scull turning soft like jello.

He was saying certain things to me that did not totally make sense at the time. He said that it would help but not be perfect for they could only do so much without causing problems with other things that they wanted to stay the same; whatever that meant. He also said that they would be opening something that would mean I would understand some things without learning them and to not to worry, I still trusted him and agreed. However, something went wrong and I could sense the urgency from him and from the two behind me. There was a split second where I could have sworn that I was someone else but then everything went black.

The next thing I know I was sitting back in my car but I could not remember who I was. It was as if I was on some alien planet everything looked strange. This is hard to explain. I still remembered everything but not as mine, it was as if I had stepped into someone else’s life. You might relate this to what some call walk-ins but I don’t think so. The rest of the story later might be a clue.

You see in our minds and in our DNA lies all we have ever done and known in this life and others past and probable. However, you want to see it. I think that something had opened to far when they were working on me and I think they either were not able to close it all the way or were trying to keep it open a certain amount. That is why I can now write and speak in several different languages that are not recorded in our history. However, not in English?

As a result Klaus dyslexia has improved

OK so over the next, few weeks’ things balanced out but my spelling did not improve one bit. On the other hand, I could read fluently and became so obsessed with my new talent that I skipped so many classes that the teachers knew where to find me. I was in the library reading everything. You could usually find me in behind a stack of books reading two or three at once. Most of the teachers seemed content to leave me there. Sometimes they asked a few questions about what I was reading and seemed satisfied enough with the answers to leave me there. So there, you go make of it what you want. One day I cannot read and a few days later, I can.

It was not long before I began reading anything I could get my hands on as far as metaphysical stuff, out of body travel, science and so on. I should tell you that I do not totally read as you do I see pictures. The words form pictures. I may read about atoms but I see different pictures than what is written or drawn. Science has a long way to go, what I call the underground science has understanding of things that the public scientists have no clue of even being possible. Anyway, I had better stop with that this is not what this story is about so we will move along.

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