Scientists and astronomers are busy searching out the wonders of the universe, but if they really want the skinny on how these anomalies function, they should spend a few days at our house.
Over the years, our innocent looking abode has been used as a “portal” by extraterrestrials, to observe our minds and study our tools. I know it because since Hubby and I have been climbing the maturity ladder, they (aliens) have been making regular visits here. I’m prepared to back up my claim by giving you evidence of the existence of strange phenomena, and the unexplained disappearances of many of our household items. For example:
I’m working at my desk writing notes, and put down my pen to take a sip of my coffee. Suddenly, my pen is no where to be found. Now bear in mind that I haven’t moved an inch, haven’t even shifted position, and yet my pen is no where to be seen. Afraid to move, lest I myself am sucked into the unknown, I call Hubby for help.
Me: “Honey, it’s happening again, the pen’s gone.”
Hubby: “Don’t move. I’ll check around on the floor for it.”
We search everywhere knowing in our hearts that it has been snatched up by the aliens for observation. It must be deemed an ancient writing tool, and worthy of their scrutiny. We abandon the search, and I leave my desk to get another pen, when to my utter disbelief the first pen re-appears. This has happened with numerous items that we’ve put away. We have bought three sanders, and only one can be located, and it’s the one that doesn’t work. These things are obviously disappearing through a “worm hole” connected directly to our house. (We’ve researched worm holes, and found out that one is actually named “the dumb hole.” Strange? You bet. Coincidence? I think not!
Hubby and I are pretty sharp cookies in the mind department, but lately we have noticed that the extraterrestrials must be using mind control on us. Not only can we not remember where things are, we can’t remember what they are called.
Hubby: “Pass me the uh…….”
Me: “What?”
Hubby: You know the stuff in that funny shaped thing.”
Me: I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about!”
Hubby: “You know, you put it on food, its red, comes from the garden, and the word sounds like ‘hurry up’.”
Me: “Are you talking about Ketchup!”
Hubby: “Yeah that’s it! Can you please pass it over?”
Me: “Pass what over?”
Every day it seems to get worse. We’ve been known to speak an entirely new language without our knowledge, especially after a few glasses of wine. It’s a series of slurs, with the occasional English word thrown in. When this happens, we both feel somewhat ill the next day, and I know that we don’t have an illness. Is it mind control? Judge for yourself.
I’m starting to wonder if Hubby and I are alien abductees. I did some research on the Internet, and there are telltale signs that you can check. Here are just a few mentioned by Erik Van Datiken. (Whoever he is)
Well, I guess that explains everything. We must be targeted by the Aliens according to the list, and possibly have been abducted! You may have had similar experiences but haven’t recognized what’s actually going on.
Thank goodness we’ve finally figured it out! What a relief!
I thought we were just getting old.
Author Val Enders resides in Spruce Grove, Alberta. She married her high school sweetheart, Richard, and they’ve been together for over 40 years. Val doesn’t consider herself a writer by profession, rather she writes more for her own enjoyment. An accomplished artist, Val’s a member of the Allied Arts Council of Spruce Grove. Visit Val’s “Journey Into Art” website at www.vals.webs.com
colin
Ha Ha Ha, very good. Who are you again?
Val Enders
Hi Colin
How soon do you need to know? ha hah ha Looks like the Aliens have brainwashed ya.. 🙂 Told ya. they’re everywhere.
How are you? I was thinking about you the other day and was wondering how things were going.
Val
colin black
Hi Val
I’m good thanks, son No. 1 is in the process of moving into his first flat, rented not bought. so it’s been a bit hectic the last six or eight weeks for me. I’m the only one who has DIY skills, although him and his mother did a lot of the painting.
and mothers being what mothers are, she was buying a lot of stuff that she liked , so if she liked it how could her son not like it, I tried telling her it was his house not hers
Val Enders
I know what you mean, I don’t know how many times we’ve helped the kids move. Next time I’ll make sure I’m out of town. 🙂
I’ve been busy as all get out too, so have not been posting as often. Hope to get back in a rhythmn again.
take care.
Rachel
This explains so much:)
Val Enders
You’re right Rachel… it’s those darn aliens for sure. Don’t let anyone tell ya any different. Strangely, I have notice more alien activity as the birhtdays roll around. hahaha….
beware … you just never know when they’ll strike again.
lol… thanks for reading my rants Rachel