Not that anyone is asking

I would tell her you are sorry for making the light hearted comments about Bella that you did. Tell her you can see that it was in poor taste on your part. Also mention that you might not have liked hearing the same about her and some past guy.

I’ve not read all the posts on this so just my immediate thoughts is all
 
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Her upset ness could be that you had not mentioned this relationship to her before now.
Even if it was friends with benefits etc, you kept it from her. So might be that too Frank? Keeping it from her and now she might feel disrespected?
 
Pepper said:
I would sometimes get mad at husband for past entanglements. Don't know why. My own insecurities, I would guess. It'll go away eventually Frank. It's not like you killed someone.
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Hello, Sweetheart.

I got up and made Meesh's coffee this morning, something I only do for special occasions...and she knew what this occasion was. So we talked about it and that's pretty much what she said, that she's not sure why she feels so pistoff about it, except that she never liked Bella. She said none of the ladies at the apartments liked Bella, and I asked her why, and she said it was because Bella treated her mother very badly.

Bella's mother lived with her, and she had severe dementia. She walked right into my apartment a few times, thinking it was hers & Bella's, which is really odd because you had to climb stairs to get to theirs, but anyway, that's how me and Bella met...Rosa said she was looking for her her daughter, so I took her by the hand and stepped out to see if we could find her. And she was right there, just coming back from the mailboxes, I think.

Funny you should mention killing someone, bc Meesh said Bella hated her mother, and when she died, everyone suspected Bella murdered her.

I know Bella didn't hate her mom; she hated having to take care of her 24/7, and she had a brother who refused to help out. This was our pillow-talk most of the time...maybe every time, actually. Bella was frustrated and worn out, but I never saw her treat her mother badly. She bathed her everyday and fixed her hair pretty and dressed her nicely, and her mom never had a mark on her...like, no bruises or scratches or anything. In fact, she had really nice skin for her age. (what I saw of it)

Anyhoo, I think we're all good now. I'm not sure Michelle is convinced that Bella isn't a matricidal murderer, but we don't have to live with it. That's Bella's cross to bear, if she is.

Now it's just a matter of Meesh getting past the "ick-factor" every time I wink at her. 😜
 
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LadyEmeraude said:
Her upset ness could be that you had not mentioned this relationship to her before now.
Even if it was friends with benefits etc, you kept it from her. So might be that too Frank? Keeping it from her and now she might feel disrespected?
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When Michelle and I started dating, weeks before we were intimate, we mutually agreed not to list past relationships and flings, and even after we were engaged we agreed that was all irrelevant.

But you were spot-on when you said this: "I would tell her you are sorry for making the light hearted comments about Bella that you did."
 
Jim lives a couple houses down. He’s 8 years older than me, but he’s in good health and pretty energetic for 78. Jim says he was a hippy back in the day. He still wears his hair long and makes his own batik and tie-dye shirts and does pottery, and he’s still all about peace and love, but he started practicing Paganism when he was 52, after a ceremony where he walked barefoot down a 12ft path of flaming coal embers.

The day after we got everything moved into our house here, Jim showed up like a one-man welcome wagon, with a hanging fern (that still looks nice and healthy), a little ceramic box he made and filled with packets of herbal teas, and 2 novelty coffee mugs with logos on them, one from Disney World in Orlando, Florida, and one from Buc-ee’s in Luling, Texas.

He had me & Michelle step out onto our front porch and gave us a quick run-down on all the neighbors: "That’s Gary and Trish’s place, he’s a good mechanic and she works at the school; Chase and Gracie in that blue house are good people, but their daughter’s a smart-ass; Ray’s cool but you gotta remind ‘im to pick up his dog’s sh*t" …etc.

Jim and I hit it off, and he comes over here nearly every Tuesday now for a couple hours or so. We go out back where he gives offerings to my orange tree and my veggie garden (crumbled saltines or 'nilla wafers) and silently prays for them, and then we sit and smoke and share matè and shoot the breeze about everything from politics to pole-bean beetles.

Jim particularly likes hearing about my scuba diving days and the retrievals I’ve done and the marine life I encountered in California’s lakes, and the Gulf, Pacific Ocean, and Philippines Sea.

I’m particularly interested in Jim’s stories about his encounters with ETs, and his trip to deep space in their flying saucer.

Now you might be asking yourself “What the hell are you and Jim smokin’ in your backyard there?” Well, believe me, I asked, and he said he grows his own, and it’s pure and natural and the same stuff our indigenous people and their shamans and elders smoked. (and, don’t they say it made them have visions?)

Anyway, Jim claims he was abducted by Aliens twice when he was in his mid-20s, and there was a 3rd time when he went with them voluntarily and they took him for a ride in their craft and explained their purpose and ours.

His abductors were the Tall Greys (TGs), who are as tall as an average Earth man, around 6ft. Technically, Jim was physically taken by the small greys, who are about 3.5ft tall, and who Jim was later told are a little part “human essence”, part mech, and mostly clones of the TGs.

At the time, the small greys took risks the TGs couldn’t afford to take because there were significantly few “pure” TGs left in the universe. Jim doesn’t know where their population stands now, but he hasn’t seen or heard from a TG for 47 years.

I’d like to post Jim's story, but it’s super-long. I’m working on it, though, and I’ll probly post it when I’m done. I don’t know if Jim was really taken by Aliens. I can say I’m open-minded about it. I mean, I don’t discount it just because it’s really weird and it never happened to me…although, Jim believes it’s happened to nearly everyone on Earth and their ancestors, but people don’t remember because most ETs erase the memories. Which means, according to Jim, not all of them do.

Anyway, they are very interesting stories. They’re a bit complex, too, but if I manage to write ‘em all down reasonably clearly and easy-to-read, I’ll post them.

Also, just want to say real quick; I'm not doing so great lately. I'm getting around better, but my pain is worse than ever, so I'm not doing much...which drives me nuts. And it makes me cranky. I've finished all the pre-surgery tests, but the surgery hasn't been scheduled yet. Probably because of the up-coming holidays. But the longer it waits, the more I think "Nah. I don't wanna bother."
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Jim lives a couple houses down. He’s 8 years older than me, but he’s in good health and pretty energetic for 78. Jim says he was a hippy back in the day. He still wears his hair long and makes his own batik and tie-dye shirts and does pottery, and he’s still all about peace and love, but he started practicing Paganism when he was 52, after a ceremony where he walked barefoot down a 12ft path of flaming coal embers.

The day after we got everything moved into our house here, Jim showed up like a one-man welcome wagon, with a hanging fern (that still looks nice and healthy), a little ceramic box he made and filled with packets of herbal teas, and 2 novelty coffee mugs with logos on them, one from Disney World in Orlando, Florida, and one from Buc-ee’s in Luling, Texas.

He had me & Michelle step out onto our front porch and gave us a quick run-down on all the neighbors: "That’s Gary and Trish’s place, he’s a good mechanic and she works at the school; Chase and Gracie in that blue house are good people, but their daughter’s a smart-ass; Ray’s cool but you gotta remind ‘im to pick up his dog’s sh*t" …etc.

Jim and I hit it off, and he comes over here nearly every Tuesday now for a couple hours or so. We go out back where he gives offerings to my orange tree and my veggie garden (crumbled saltines or 'nilla wafers) and silently prays for them, and then we sit and smoke and share matè and shoot the breeze about everything from politics to pole-bean beetles.

Jim particularly likes hearing about my scuba diving days and the retrievals I’ve done and the marine life I encountered in California’s lakes, and the Gulf, Pacific Ocean, and Philippines Sea.

I’m particularly interested in Jim’s stories about his encounters with ETs, and his trip to deep space in their flying saucer.

Now you might be asking yourself “What the hell are you and Jim smokin’ in your backyard there?” Well, believe me, I asked, and he said he grows his own, and it’s pure and natural and the same stuff our indigenous people and their shamans and elders smoked. (and, don’t they say it made them have visions?)

Anyway, Jim claims he was abducted by Aliens twice when he was in his mid-20s, and there was a 3rd time when he went with them voluntarily and they took him for a ride in their craft and explained their purpose and ours.

His abductors were the Tall Greys (TGs), who are as tall as an average Earth man, around 6ft. Technically, Jim was physically taken by the small greys, who are about 3.5ft tall, and who Jim was later told are a little part “human essence”, part mech, and mostly clones of the TGs.

At the time, the small greys took risks the TGs couldn’t afford to take because there were significantly few “pure” TGs left in the universe. Jim doesn’t know where their population stands now, but he hasn’t seen or heard from a TG for 47 years.

I’d like to post Jim's story, but it’s super-long. I’m working on it, though, and I’ll probly post it when I’m done. I don’t know if Jim was really taken by Aliens. I can say I’m open-minded about it. I mean, I don’t discount it just because it’s really weird and it never happened to me…although, Jim believes it’s happened to nearly everyone on Earth and their ancestors, but people don’t remember because most ETs erase the memories. Which means, according to Jim, not all of them do.

Anyway, they are very interesting stories. They’re a bit complex, too, but if I manage to write ‘em all down reasonably clearly and easy-to-read, I’ll post them.

Also, just want to say real quick; I'm not doing so great lately. I'm getting around better, but my pain is worse than ever, so I'm not doing much...which drives me nuts. And it makes me cranky. I've finished all the pre-surgery tests, but the surgery hasn't been scheduled yet. Probably because of the up-coming holidays. But the longer it waits, the more I think "Nah. I don't wanna bother."
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Have you asked to be moved up on the list if there is a cancellation?
 
Well, Murrmurr....I'm sorry to hear you're feeling so $-hitty. Cause I was going to comment on your cheerfulness sounding posts these last few days and thought you must be doing better. 🥳
Hopefully, Jim's stories are keeping your mind off things and your appointment comes quickly. ✌️
 
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The waiting must be hard but it's getting closer!
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I hope it's worth the wait. The pain started almost a year ago - when I took down our 2024 Christmas tree, I felt something crack, a shooting pain, and one of my legs gave out. An MRI showed the L4 vertebral foramen collapsed. The L4 sits immediately above the rod that was installed in ...I think it was 2017, and it's the same foramen the surgeon carved out a bit to make room for the extra nerve root that's in there. It was squished up against the nerve root that belonged there, which was one of the main causes of pain at the time; those 2 nerve roots touching.

Honestly, I believe that was the primary cause of my pain, but no one knew an extra nerve root was there until the surgeon opened me up and saw it. It didn't show up in any Xray, MRI, or CAT scan. Yes, I had scoliosis, and the rod straightened that out, but the curve didn't look at all severe to me, and I think I could've done without a rod. idk..hard to say.

I did have way less pain after that surgery, until last December, but I think carving-out the L4 weakened it, and my activities put pressure on it ...like, pressed it down against the end of the rod...and it finally gave out. And it's got 2 very live nerve roots in there, so I bet you can imagine the pain levels, H-Lady. And it's freaking relentless. Plus, the nerves in distress is causing loss of control of my legs and all kinds of cramping and wild twisting and nearly intolerable burning, and it sux so bad.

Anyway, my surgeon is one of the best in the US, no lie, but he's planning a lateral surgery, where they don't open you up; they work through a small incision on your side, guided by visuals on a monitor. I think you know what I mean. So I'm concerned he won't have a clear, complete picture of what's going on in there.

But he and I will discuss that prior to surgery. I'm just really fed up with it and getting all negative and sh*t.
 
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If you insisted, would they provide the very strong pain meds, the type you could be hooked on? I’d rather that and take the pills for the rest of your life, if needed.
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I take Norco: hydrocodone, a semi-synthetic opioid, plus acetaminophen. Only yesterday I discovered there is a stronger pain med that only contains the hydrocodone, and I'm thinking of asking my PCP for it, but maybe I should ask the surgeon. I'm thinking I'll ask for it as a temporary med, just til after I'm all healed from the surgery.

I've asked for morphine, but the CDC (or FDA) said No. They control what doctors prescribe now. In fact, doctors go on a "watch list" and they have to fill out a couple forms every freaking month whenever they prescribe certain medications..."controlled substances".

My doctor does the monthly forms for my Norco. She'd go on the watch list if she prescribed morphine. That messes with their professional life and it's unjust for patients like me. But maybe we can do the pure hydrocodone and it'll still be just the extra paperwork.

I'm supposed to take two 20mg tabs at 8am, 2pm, and 8pm; a total of 6 tabs per day.
But I take three tabs at 8am, two at 2pm, and one at 8pm. That works best for me. It eases my pain pretty well for 2 or 3 hours a day, as long as I don't get very active. But if I mop the floors or cook a nice meal, I'm f*kt.
 
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All this government oversight to save us from ourselves. Those who want drugs can still get them on the street. Maybe they should have specialists for these types of prescriptions that our PCP can send us to.
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All physicians and pharmacies are online now, and a department with the FDA gets an alert whenever a person presents the same controlled substance Rx from more than one doctor to more than one pharmacy. That's the main reason the FDA was given oversight. So it makes no sense my doc has to fill out that form and the a pharmacist has to fill out a release every single month, and I have to sign an agreement every year. Plus, the FDA can get on my doc's back if they think she set my dosage too high.

The FDA is playing police and doctor.

And pharmacists just out of school are a snitty snotty bunch....like they're playing God. My doctor's at the bottom of the totem-pole, man. It's crazy.
 
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This will be in at least 3 or 4 parts, because it’s really long.
I’ve used as many of Jim’s own words as possible…

The first two times Jim was abducted by Aliens happened at around 9pm while he was on The Loneliest Road in America, US Route 50. He was driving from his place in Nevada to his parents’ house here in Sacramento. On the first encounter, he was about ½ way to Fallon, NV, when he was sure he saw a UFO some 40 feet ahead of him, hovering near the ground just off the right side of the highway.

The craft was saucer-shaped, blacker than the night sky, and Jim estimated it was only about 15ft across. A light on its belly came on right after he spotted it, and he slowed his car down to a crawl. The engine started sputtering, and then it died, and when his headlights went out, Jim couldn’t see the craft anymore.

He thought to himself “They must have turned off the landing light,” and then he chuckled at his fool self, “Phht! Flying saucer; I didn’t see a flying saucer; I must be tired.”

Jim says he’d only gotten 4 hours sleep the previous night, and he’d come off a rigorous 10hr shift only an hour before getting on Route 50 a little over an hour ago. So yeah, he reckoned he was just tired.

And while Jim sat there reckoning all that, he heard a short soft hiss, very audible from where he sat in a dead car on an extremely long, lonely highway that cut through hundreds of miles of silent desert. Inexplicably, Jim was overcome with fear, every nerve in his body tingled, and his bugged-out eyes shot over to where the sssut! sound came from; off the right side of the highway.

A door had opened on the UFO and “people” were coming out of it. Two stepped out, and then two others several feet behind them. The craft was lit up inside so Jim could only see their silhouettes, but he knew for sure they were looking at him.

He panicked and tried to fire up his car, but it didn’t respond; didn’t even make that tick sound that tells you the ignition failed to engage. A moment later, he couldn’t move, and when he tried to yell, he couldn’t do that either. But he could feel his throat clench, and his eyes well up, and tears trickle down his cheeks.

And he could still hear….in a way.

As they walked toward him, Jim heard one of the Aliens say, “Don’t cry. Don’t be afraid. We are not going to hurt you,” but its mouth didn’t move, and Jim realized it was communicating telepathically.

When the ETs got close to his car, Jim could see they were what we typically call the small greys; about 3 feet tall, very thin bodies, oversized heads, and huge, black, almond-shaped eyes.

When one of the small greys got to his driver side door, Jim began to feel calm, even kind of giddy. He opened the door himself and got out of his car, and smiled down at the ET. And he’s not positive, but Jim’s fairly certain he did all that voluntarily, because he was really excited to finally see a real Alien after several years of UFO-watching. The little ET didn’t smile back. All 4 of them were completely expressionless while they went about the business of escorting Jim toward their craft.

That’s when he passed out. Next thing he knew, he was sitting in his car and couldn’t remember getting back into it. And when the car started right up for him, he thought maybe he did pull over, and fell asleep, and dreamt he’d encountered Aliens.
 
The 2nd abduction happened about 3 months later, and during that 3-month gap, Jim remembered bits and pieces of what was done to him the 1st time. He remembered being inside their craft, naked on a table surrounded by several small greys, and that one of them hopped away from the table as though it was startled when Jim opened his eyes. And he remembered he couldn’t move or protest when a Tall Grey (TG) came in and took a sample of his blood, a deep-tissue sample from his thigh, and scrapings from inside his nose.

After the TG left, Jim remembers whimpering when the small ones held some sort of device over his crotch that caused severe pain that shot from his nuts up to his navel. He’s pretty sure that device extracted semen from him, and he actually cried out loud for a minute or two after they removed it.

When Jim found himself watching 4 small greys approaching his car a 2nd time, he was certain they were going to do all that stuff to him again, so as their huge blank faces got bigger as they got closer, Jim rolled down his window and yelled “Don’t you tell me you’re not gonna hurt me, you little sonsabitches! You’re liars, and I am not cool with that! So go home, and leave me the-fuk alone!”

Well, they paralyzed him and took him, and he passed out on the way to their craft, but when he regained consciousness this time, he wasn’t lying naked on a table; he was standing in a room fully clothed and fully conscious. The room seemed vast because no walls or ceilings were evident, and he sensed that he was standing on a floor – a floor that felt cushioned – but he couldn’t see it. It seemed as though he was standing within an infinite light. It was a powerfully bright light, but it didn’t hurt his eyes or make him squint, he just couldn’t see anything except light for a few full seconds.

Then Jim started making out figures and objects around him, and there was an examining table off to his right, with tubes and odd instruments hanging down from above it; definitely not a pleasant sight. About 10ft in front of Jim and off to the left a bit, a TG stood behind a strange podium, and a second TG stood to the right of that one. It telepathically asked Jim how he was hurt during his first encounter. The other looked down at the podium the whole time, “taking notes,” Jim says.

Jim said none of the Aliens talked, and he doesn’t know how they even could since their mouths were only horizontal slits about an inch long near the bottom of their extremely narrow chins. And he assumed they probably didn’t have any teeth or jaw bones, because there was no room for any kind of boney structure.

Immediately after that thought crossed Jim’s mind, the TG who asked how he was hurt said that he was correct; they did not have teeth and jaw bones, and they did not need them.

When Jim thought, “Well then, how do you eat?” A small grey walked up to him and held out some capsules, and the TG told Jim it would do no harm to swallow them, and they were very nutritious.

Jim did feel a bit peckish, but declined the offer.

The TG asked again, How were you hurt?

Jim (J): Well besides taking me against my will, which is totally wrong in principle, you hurt my leg and my arm, and I believe you’re responsible for the headache I had for at least 5 days. But the thing those little guys put over my dick hurt like hell clear up to my eyeballs.

TG: We do not intend to harm you. Do you feel pain now?

J: No, and I don’t want to.

TG: You will not be harmed.

J: You keep saying, but what you did was painful.

TG: Your mind tells you it is painful. We can make it stop.

J: Stop my mind?

TG: Only the part that feels specific things. We will examine you now, and you will not feel pain.

The TG gestured toward the examining table and Jim started to take off his clothes. Even though they weren’t controlling his thoughts up to that point, Jim thinks they were controlling his actions. But after he took off his shoes and socks, he was told he didn’t have to undress, so he just got up on the table and laid back.

J: You know, making people do things against their will is harmful. No matter what your intentions are, that’s bad. I mean, what if one of you decided to take over my mind and tell me to shoot a fellow human in the head?

The TG didn’t answer. He walked up to the table and swiped his fingertips across Jim’s forehead, and then him and the podium TG left. Jim says the finger-swipe made him feel “relaxed, soothed, and very agreeable. You feel yourself surrender entirely, mind, body, and soul, and you don’t care. It doesn’t matter.”

The small greys passed a hand-held device down the length of Jim’s body that he thinks was some sort of scanner. They paused for a bit over his liver, then his crotch, and then his ankles. They also took a deep-tissue sample from the padded part of his palm below his thumb, and this time he didn’t feel anything.

Jim showed me the two scars he says are from the deep-tissue samples. They look like pronounced dimples. Tiny divots, more like. But I’ve never seen a dimple on the palm of anyone’s hand, and it’s probably extremely rare for a dimple to occur there naturally. Jim says he has arthritis-type inflammation in that that part of his hand now, in the trapezium and trapezoid bones. (so do I; it’s common)

Anyway, Jim said he put his socks and shoes back on and was taken to a different area where three TGs sat at a long table; the one who questioned him earlier, the one who stood at the podium, and a 3rd one who was looking at about an 8-inch black cube sitting on the table in front of him.

Now, all the TGs look pretty much alike, according to Jim, but once you’ve communicated with one, you recognize him whenever you see him again. Also, you can tell older ones from the rest, but it’s more a vibe than any physical differences that he can recall.

TG (who questioned him earlier): We must go now. Would you like to come with us?

J (actually tempted): I think I would like that, but I was on my way to spend a few days with my parents and I don’t want to disappoint them. I’m already late, and they’re probably worried.

TG: Then, perhaps when we see you again.

Next thing Jim knew, he was walking to his car, parked on the side of Route 50, and when he looked behind him, the craft was gone. He scanned the night sky for any movement, but didn’t see any.

Fifteen months later, Jim says he did see the TGs again, and he did go with them for a while.
 
On his alternating weekends off, when he didn’t go visit his parents, Jim liked to hike in the remote areas of the desert surrounding his mobile home. That’s what he was doing when he spotted the familiar UFO sitting in a sand basin about 10ft deep and 30ft across, which he says verified his estimate that the craft was only about 15ft across and approximately 9ft at its highest point, despite how vast it seemed on the inside.

“It was just was sitting there in broad daylight! I couldn’t believe it. But I figured what the hell, this is my chance to really look this thing over, so I headed on down to check it out. I always thought it was black, but it’s grey, except for the dome on the top. That part looks like it was chromed.

“You remember how they used to chrome auto parts back in the day? Well it was like that; like super-shiny, flawless metallic silver. The dome is precisely centered, but you can tell the base of it is about half the length of the whole craft, you know what I mean?”

Jim knows I’m crap with fractions.

He went on to say that there really wasn’t much to see. The craft had no panels or seams, no rivets or welds, no obvious windows or doors. It seemed to be just one solid piece of metal with a chromed top, and the whole surface looked smooth, but here and there, Jim felt a change in texture. He couldn’t see any rough areas, but he felt them, and he got the impression these were doors or windows or accesses to compartments. “Or all the above.”

He was feeling around when he heard a familiar soft shhut sound, and one small grey stood just inside a previously undetected doorway a few feet to Jim’s right. A corrugated metal slab emerged from under the doorway and the end of it lowered to the sandy, gravel-ly ground, all without making a sound. As Jim put it, “The whole process was very gentle.”

He walked over to the ramp and stood at the bottom, looking up at the small grey who beckoned with its hand.

Their hands have 3 fingers of descending length, the first being the longest, and an opposing thumb about the length of the middle finger. Jim’s pretty sure all their digits have at least one joint more than ours have, and their palms are at least twice as long, flat, and very wrinkled. “A professional could spend a whole effing week reading one of their palms.”

As before, the craft was way bigger inside than out, but this time it wasn’t bathed in bright light, it just seemed like natural daylight inside, and Jim could see walls and floors and a ceiling. He walked directly into a large rounded room where the TG who communicated with him 15 months earlier stood alone at the center and “lowered his head in greeting.” The TG showed Jim around, taking him into 3 rooms through 3 archways, none of which were evident during his previous on-board experiences.

Jim also notes that, on the inside and outside of this craft, no corners or distinct edges exist. “Everything is rounded and graceful, including all the fixtures and furniture.”

In the 1st room Jim was taken to were about a dozen small greys, some just walking around, some looked like they were playing at something, and some were sitting at a low table looking at an approximately 8” black cube. Jim sensed they were listening to something from it, and that it was educational or instructional. He said this sense was “a whole concept that was relayed to me psychically.” And immediately afterward, he heard the TG say, telepathically, “It is prohibited to harm your kind. They are being corrected.”

Jim wondered who set the rules; who prohibited and allowed things, but the TG didn’t respond.

In the 2nd room, Jim was shown a diagram of a star map, and the TG pointed to a spot that Jim understood was neither a planet nor a star, and said, “That is where my kind lives.”

Jim was told the name of the place, but he’s never been able to remember it. He says it’s more a short series of sounds than one or two words. He does remember the words cluster and void being mentioned, but as reference points, and not specifically where the TGs live.

Jim didn’t understand the map at all, and he asked the TG his name “to not look stupid.”

“You will not hear my name correctly, but I have given myself a name you will hear. It is Dross.”

And Jim said, “I’m Jim,” and then he pointed to the star map and said, “If that’s where you’re from, how is it you speak English?”

Dross: That is where my kind lives. My home is here.

Jim understood Dross to mean that he’s always lived on the ship.

Dross: I can communicate in all languages of your world, and many others. We study many worlds, but we are particularly interested in yours.

Just then, the wall they stood next to turned into “a huge window-type thing. It was like the wall melted away, and I could see through it. I was actually standing there looking out at Earth and our moon from outer-effing-space!”

From Jim’s viewpoint, the moon looked oversized because it was in the foreground, situated between him and the earth. In other words, the craft was in line with the moon and then the earth behind it but off to one side.

“It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I was completely in awe, absolute wonderment. I cried, dude; it was that beautiful.”

Jim didn’t realize he was in flight until that wall opened. He didn’t feel any inertia or sense a change in elevation, and he didn’t hear any sounds, like thrusters or an engine or whatever.
 

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