I'll never forget my first physical encounter with a Drac.
I had a very special little dog at the time - a feisty Jack Russell Terrier named Shiloh. We'd set up a fenced in kennel behind our house, that ran the length of the house.
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One afternoon Shiloh suddenly began raising holy hell, racing at warp speed to the patio door leading to his kennel and scratching at the door while barking and growling. This was very uncharacteristic behavior for Shiloh. For a JRT he was relatively chill.
I opened the door and he took off at warp speed, stopping at one place near the fence barking, growling with his teeth bared and lunging at an unseen something.
What the heck is my dog going bonkers over? I wondered, taking a step out into the kennel.
The only way I can describe what happened is that I'd immediately smacked face-first into a wall of pure evil.
I was immediately violently nauseous and my head felt like someone was taking it off with a chain saw. I'd never felt that sick before.
I heard one of my ET contacts say very clearly "GRAB THE DOG AND GET BACK INSIDE!"
I did and the second I closed the patio door the intense nausea and headache completely disappeared.
What in the hell had just happened?
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I was talking to one of the panel members later that day and told him what had happened.
"You ran into a Drac," he said without hesitation.
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The Dracs were just getting started with me. Soon they were opening portals all over the interior of my house and showing up in my living room. My dog, Shiloh would alert to them immediately and the teeth bared growling and lunging would start. The Dracs would respond by raking their claws down my living room walls so loudly they'd drown out the TV on its highest volume setting.
I'd tell Shiloh, "Come lay with Mama and just ignore them Shiloh. Let's not give them the attention they're looking for."
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Shiloh would come lay next to me on the couch. He began doing something strange...he'd try to bite anyone who came near me when I was on the couch - even my husband. Shiloh wasn't a biter, he never bit anyone or had even attempted to before the Dracs started showing up.
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A few days later on a hot summer day, hubby and I were watching TV when we began hearing the most godawful screeching either of us had ever heard. It most certainly wasn't human nor was it animal.
"What in the hell IS THAT?" my husband, John asked, clapping his hands over his ears. "It's hurting my head!"
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I got up to go out and check the area in the kennel this screeching was coming from, directly from beneath the window within a foot of where the Dracs kept opening a portal. I found nothing. There were no footprints in the dirt and the padlock on the fence gate was still on it and locked. Had someone tried to scale the cyclone fence, we would have heard the fence rattle as they tried to climb the fence.
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I'd eventually come across Dr. Jonathan Reed's encounter with a Rigelian and an audio recording of him attempting to communicate with it. THIS WAS THE EXACT SAME CHATTERING BOTH MY HUSBAND AND I HEARD THAT DAY OUTSIDE OUR LIVING ROOM WINDOW!
The Rigelians are the cousins of the Draconian Reptilians.
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If you notice in Excerpt 3, Reed complains the Rigelian's chattering makes his head hurt - the same reaction my husband had to the chattering. Hubby had a headache for long after the Rigelian left. For some reason I can't explain, its chattering didn't hurt my ears at all.
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Here's the Rigelian chattering.
One morning I awakened to something very heavy pinning me to my bed. I could even see the impression it made in the bedsheets when it moved.
It raped me.
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Doctors had told me I'd never be able to conceive and have children. Yet I soon began experiencing all of the symptoms of pregnancy and my abdomen had begun to swell.
It was around that time I met my friend, James Bartley. I'd never told anyone about that rape. How does one explain that something invisible raped you? Impregnated you? They stole the fetus at the end of the first trimester. The Angelics, especially Jmmanuel were furious and Jmmanuel took it upon himself to hunt down my Drac rapist personally. Four years later, they found the body of my dead daughter on a Drac dreadnaught. Of everything they'd done to me and that I'd survived, the death of the only child I'd ever have nearly took me down.
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I'd been confused prior to being impregnated as to why one night at work one of the Lieutenants had spent some time asking me questions like did I have children, did I want children, etc.?
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The rape was followed by my experiencing an Alien Love Bite in yet another attempt to destroy both me and my 25 year marriage. Whenever I nearly succumbed to the Love Bite, Jmmanuel would appear, pointing to my wedding ring, as though to remind me "You took a vow." Their attempt to get me to cheat with my Love Bite partner failed yet that didn't deter them from trying a second time.
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It wasn't unusual for me to wake up from an abduction covered in what we called "Rep scratches". I'd photographed every mark they put on me but by that time I'd decided to quit photographing them. I'd already come to the conclusion no one would ever be prosecuted for what had been done to me so I nearly didn't take the photo below. It sat collecting dust for years until I ran across an Australian Milab with the same scratch, but inverted.
Rep scratches disappear much faster than ordinary scratches do and as you can see, mine had already begun disappearing when I took the photo. But you can still vaguely make out the top of the Pi symbol.
I was curious as to why two of us half a world apart would both have Drac Pi scratches so asked Jmmanuel. I wrote down his response:
"One mark is not the same as the other. They have recognized you as one who can move mountains, as the highest of the high and have branded you as such. They know they have lost control of you and are very afraid of you."
The CIA agent that had been attached to me had told me the same thing - that "the CIA is shitscared of you."
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Jmmanuel then got a black light and shone it on my left shoulder where the Pi scratch had been. It showed up clear as day all of those many years later.
"Get that damn thing off of me!" I told Jmmanuel...and he removed it. I found it curious he'd used the word "branded". I'd seen this branding somewhere before. And then it hit me...in working Johnny Gosch's abduction they'd branded him as belonging to them, to their pedophile ring, as their PROPERTY.
His brand was in the same location on the left shoulder that the Australian Milab's and my Pi scratches appeared.
Johnny's brand had shown up under black light as well...
They'd branded me as their PROPERTY. A deep black military general had confirmed this to me, having told me "You will never work another job again. You are a government asset now. You belong to US!"
We'd just see about that...obviously not if they'd Pi branded me as their property and then realized they'd lost control of me.
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The last straw came in August, 2008 when they murdered my husband in an attempt to "break me".
I'd had enough and realized the only escape I'd ever have from their clutches was "death". I no longer cared if I lived or died I was so sick from what they'd done to me during my abductions and on the surface here as well.
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In December, 2010 for the first time I realized I was about to be abducted before it actually happened.
Suddenly I was no longer in my living room but found myself face-to-face with a Drac.
"We're going to KILL YOU!" it snarled.
I shrugged my shoulders, said "Go ahead" and stood there, waiting for it to kill me.
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It didn't. Instead I physically felt it scan my mind to see if I was bluffing. It must've figured out I wasn't.
It conjured up a holographic image of my siblings and hissed "WE'LL KILL THEM TOO!"
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Again I shrugged and replied calmly "Go ahead" and stood there waiting for it to kill me.
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I felt it scan my mind a second time. The Dracs are extremely psychic but then so was I. At the same time I was scanning its mind and I realized it
didn't know what to do with me next! I wasn't responding to its fearmongering tactics anymore. I'd lost all fear, even of death.
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This enraged the Drac and it lashed out at me with its talons. I saw it coming and tried to spin away but wasn't fast enough. It caught me with two of it's talons on my lower chest and as I spun away, scratched me all the way around to the middle of my back.
That day all of my abductions, both alien and Milab stopped and never happened again. Both factions steered well clear of me from that point forward.
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I'd finally learned what DE/Jmmanuel had been trying to teach me for years: "Fear does not exist unless we create it ourselves. Fear is only what we make our own minds believe."
I'd lost the fear that kept me a prisoner of the dark forces, both ET and human military. I was free.