Childhood Contact Event #3: Burlington, Ontario, Summer, 1983 - 6 years old

It’s summer time as me and Shauna have gone to play at the creek behind my house. We make our way some distance to three drainage tunnels that fed Indian Creek. We go up top of them onto a grassy hill. Me and Shauna are playing, maybe with rocks or sticks. She says something to me about what we’re playing, when something changes. Maybe it’s the environment, maybe everything freezes, I’m not certain, but something changes. As if the tractor beam is picking us up underneath the arms and cradling our bodies, we are both quickly hoisted upwards.

Maybe it was cause it was my first time in a craft, but I sharply noticed the “field change,” or the distinct feeling of being on the craft, that powerful feeling. Maybe I’m linked to it in a genetic way, I don’t understand, but it is incredibly calming. There was no surprise or shock. We are met by a tall Grey in a white gown, that emanated a female/male presence, but yet projected a motherly feeling,

We were at the end of an L hallway, with the left direction leading to a room, while straight ahead we couldn’t see where it lead, and to our left angle, down the left hallway was a doorway. We are not even in a curious state, just neutral. Whatever was happening in the environment felt natural and really good and didn’t leave our young minds questioning. Maybe we were even in a suggestive state.

The tall grey alien maybe is keeping us from looking at her as she ushers us into the doorway saying, “Come, it’s E.T.,” (as in E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial from the movie, which at this time I would have seen in the movie theatres.)

We walked into a white room with no visible walls, and loosely arranged square blocks of different heights to sit upon, with 15 or so children, spaced out randomly. We were encouraged to sit down cross legged.

In the center of the room was is a man in a white gown, with a brown skinned, bald, cone head that looks like E.T.s. Yet, his eyes were large and bright yellow, and with slits like cat eyes. He had a crooked witch-like nose, and a normal thin man’s jaw and mouth.

We were all mystified by him, even though he had such a strange face.

He says in telepathy, “Hello,” and as he does, he purposefully keeps his human looking mouth shut tight. My childhood mind thinks to itself, “Wow, he’s speaking with no words.”

He continues with distinct telepathic imprints that translate to the following phrases, “We are friends. I am the great constructor, and you are my children. We’ve come from long ago, from ancient of days, and need your help. You will be rewarded, when the time is right.  You won’t remember this, or know our meetings are happening. Be at peace.”

None of us children responded or moved in response to these words. Then there was a feeling to go back outside to the motherly tall Grey alien. We all got up, filed out the door, and met the tall Grey alien. She continued to emanate a friendly motherly feel, yet I was uncomfortable at her sight, though she seemed to be obscuring some part of her face.

We all turned left down a large hallway were we were instructed to all line up. 

The Grey alien stood in front of us with a tablet in her hands, that my childhood mind thought was a clipboard. and said “We are choosing you.” She then began to say to each one of us our names, as if she was reading a list from the tablet. 

Then that’s it, we go back out into the main space in which we were transported in. Its here me and Shauna connect. We say something to each other in regards to knowing that we are leaving now, and then we are beamed back down and the awareness of the contact event is removed. We are not aware that anything has happened. But it’s past sun set with a little light left and we are scared that we will get in trouble for coming home so late. We rush home. 

Reflection

This evening was long remembered as a night that me and Shauna came home really late, sometime in between 10 and 11 at night. It was dark by the time we made it to my house, where with both of our mothers were outside waiting for us. My mother had called the police but a search hadn’t yet begun. We both got in trouble for staying out too late.

The man who has a head like E.T. is the “Leader,” the “Mantis” type entity I will meet during my 23rd contact event. Though after 26 contact events with the Beings, I am familiar with the feeling in my mind of their telepathic imagery they use to obscure something, but this was not that. I am convinced it was shape shifted, something that has been witnessed by other contactees of this species.

I presently understand his human looking mouth, which was emphasizing it as visibly shut tight, was getting us children use to the experience of telepathy - communicating with the mouth closed. The telepathy was also deliberate, slow, and succinct so us children could get use to it, and interpret it.

The drainage tunnels with the grassy hill on top.