"You Know the Truth is Out There. Let's Unite and Expose the Truth!"
,Dear Readers, my memories on the ships were quite vivid. I loved being there. These visits occurred during the Early Years (ages birth - 10 yrs) of my 25 year visitation history in Tucson, Arizona. The other two periods were the Harvesting Years (11 - 19), when, along with other adolescents, on much larger ships, my ova, DNA and breast tissue were harvested. The final period, The Mountain Years, ages 20 -25, had me driving repeatedly to the same place in the foothills to the SW of Tucson, AZ. Once there, 3 hours would go missing. I will write about all these periods for you as much as I can. This blog post is about those amazing memories in the little classroom(s). As I have written in my book, "Bright Friends", I initially believed the little beings sitting with me at the little tables were children. As I got older, I realized they were not other children. They continued to sit with me and participate in the 'games and lessons' throughout this early period. Only once do I remember my older sister being with me. When she wasn't with me the next time, I 'asked' (through our special WiFi mental/emotional communication method) why she wasn't there. The human-type teacher communicated back that she had been too scared, so they didn't continue her visits. I, on the other hand, thrived on the visits, even though my nose would bleed badly during some flights. There was only one book we used. It was big and blue, or at least looked blue in the lighting of the ship. The pages inside the book would change from image to image by what I now know was via their advanced computerized technology, which did not exist in my 1950s childhood on earth. I am attaching either one or two drawings depicting the little classroom and the infirmary, where I was taken when my nosebleeds occurred. I don't feel so alone with what I call my 'Bright Friends/Dark Secret' visitation history anymore. God Bless you.
Karen Kalliopi Papagapitos