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@aaronschultzart - Aaron Schultz

I have some new followers, many members of the #WritingCommunity , others that found me after some stupid comment I left on a giant post went viral. That being said, I figured it was time to make a post summarizing why I’m here on X: I was taken by NHI as a kid, many times. The image included is an illustration I made of them. Some of my memories are clearer than others. The experiences left me with more questions than answers. I would see a disc-shaped craft with rotating green lights around the edges zip over my house. Minutes later, grayish-greenish beings with frail bodies, large heads, and big black eyes, wearing tight-fitting dark grey jumpsuits would enter my room. I was an avid lucid dreamer as a kid. The first time I was taken I tried to “catch myself dreaming” to get out of what I at first assumed was a nightmare. But unlike in a dream, where I would instantly gain control of my surroundings, nothing around me changed. The beings were still there - five or six of them - and I was still in my room. I was terrified, but I felt compelled to follow them, so that’s what I did. I was eight the first time it happened. They would lead me out of my bedroom, through the livingroom, and out the glass patio doors that led into my backyard. A craft would be waiting, hovering over the yard just above the tree line of the creek that ran through the neighborhood. They would lead me underneath the craft, and then a bright light would shine downwards. It was blinding. When the light faded and my vision returned, I would find myself on board, usually in a white room with a table that sat near the left corner of the room. Sometimes I’d have to strip down and lay on the table, where I’d be scanned, poked, and prodded, other times I’d be led out of the room and into a long hallway that curved to the right, where I’d be taken to other rooms where I’d be asked to play with plastic blocks, or told to try and move a large white cube without touching it. After that I’d be returned to my back yard. They would do this by leading me to a dimly lit room with a large white circle on the cieling and another on the floor. This is a detail I didn’t remember until I started sharing my story. Just like with the light under the craft, a blinding white light would shine from both circles after I was standing in the middle of it and when the light faded I’d be standing in my back yard again. Usually a few of them would “beam down” with me, and watch as I walked back into my house through the glass patio doors. My parents and younger brother never awoke during the experiences or afterwards. The entire neighborhood always felt eerily still. When I was 10, I finally worked up the nerve to ask one of them questions about who they were and what they were doing on our planet. They told me they were from the future, and considered “Earth Humans” to be their “ancient ancestors.” He said they came back to our time to study humanity at the point just before “humans began integrating technology into their bodies.” I asked if there were any others visiting our planet, and he said there were - some “local” to this time period, others not, and that while his group didn’t interact with any of the other groups here, he heard rumors of deals being made between the others and our government. According to this NHI answering my questions these deals were for technology, in exchange for letting these others abduct and experiment on humans. At the age of 10 I didn’t know what to make of this. Nowadays, it makes me wonder if some of the disinformation being spread about the phenomenon is being spread by the NHI themselves. It just fits into existing UFO lore a bit too neatly for my tastes. After this “Q and A” session, the experiences stopped. To the best of my ability to recall, they never took me again. Was it because they had already decided they were done with me, or was it because I asked too many questions? I’ll probably never know.