by Michelle A. Guerin
Posted Oct. 3, 2003
Original title: The Sands Of Time
On the southeasternmost tip of Long Island, lies the idyllic fishing hamlet
of Montauk, NY. Quiet and sparsely inhabited during the cold, wind-strifed
months of winter, the town's population swells each summer with the onslaught
of tourists, fishermen and those fortunate to have season residence in this
quaint seaside village. Many "day" visitors flock to see the historic
landmark, the Montauk Lighthouse, commissioned by the "Father of Our
Country", George Washington.
But there is a darker side of Montauk Point that many are
unaware of. Within view of the famous lighthouse lies a derelict military
facility, known as Camp Hero. A Sage Radar dish sits atop a tall, abandoned
building in the distance. Records show Camp Hero was officially decommissioned
and vacated by the US Air Force in 1969. It was reopened and operated without
the sanction of the US Government, utilizing a fully verified and documented
subterranean facility beneath the base. And it is here, many believe, the
Montauk Project was able to carry on it's covert operations.
According to Preston Nichols and Peter Moon, authors of "The
Montauk Project: Experiments In Time", the Montauk Project "was
a development and culmination of the phenomena encountered aboard the USS
Eldridge in 1943." This is popularly known as the Philadelphia Experiment,
a series of experiments conducted by by the U.S. Navy involving radar invisibility.
It was mid-September, 1994. It had
been almost 25 years since I had visited Montauk, NY. As I stepped off the
train, I wondered still, why I felt the need to go there? I was trying to
come to terms with and reach some understanding of my apparent involvement
with alien abductions. I was seeing Dr.Maurice Kouguell, PhD., a clinical
psychologist specializing in hypnotherapy, to assist me in overcoming anxiety
caused by these experiences.
At Montauk, the busy summer season had ended, and I looked
forward to relaxing, doing some reading on the subject of alien abductions,
and with any luck, finding some answers. I spent 4 days at Montauk. With
each passing day, I got more and more depressed. I did not venture any further
than a few blocks in either direction of my hotel. I couldn't wait to leave
and returned home on Friday.
The next night, after falling asleep around midnight, I was
abruptly awakened by the violent vibrating of my bed and my body. It felt
as though I was hit by an earthquake. However, I suddenly sensed I was not
alone. I was unable to see anything. I don't know if my eyes were open or
not, but I could feel my body being pulled from the bed. I still remember
how the sheet felt as my body was pulled across it. I tried to scream "Oh
God", but it came out as a whisper. I screamed in my head,"No...I'm
still awake". By this time, my hips were at the edge of the bed. I
turned and tried to grab for the headboard, to drag myself back. That was
the last thing I remembered before losing consciousness.
The next morning I remembered none of this. Later that evening,
while talking to a friend on the phone, it suddenly came flooding back to
me. I quickly finished the conversation, too upset to talk, and changed
for bed. That's when I first noticed the 2 puncture marks on my left thigh.
They were about 2 inches apart...midway between my knee and the top of my
I was determined to have a record of this latest physical
manifestation of my experiences. At the time, I worked for Dr.D, an internist.
I asked him to please look at these marks and to tell me if they were indeed
puncture marks. He examined them and stated that they "appeared to
be puncture marks", but they were "too symmetrical" and "how
could I get them and not know how it happened?"
I decided it was time to tell him how it happened. After hearing
my story, he recommended I see a psychiatrist. I made an appointment with
a local doctor. I spent close to an hour telling Dr.S of my experiences.
When I was finished, he advised me that he did not believe in the possibility
that life existed elsewhere in the universe. I said that he was going to
tell me I was suffering from night terrors and sleep paralysis. He concurred
with that diagnosis. I asked him how it was possible to have puncture marks
associated with this diagnosis. He had no answer. I then asked him if I
was neurotic, psychotic or suffering from delusions. He said no. I stated,
"Well maybe, just maybe, I am telling you the truth". Before I
left his office, I told him at this point the best we could say, is that
we had agreed to disagree. And I hoped we could have this conversation again
10 years from now. I eventually saw Dr.Kouguell concerning this episode.
The puncture marks were still visible and I showed them to him.
Prior to this experience, I had related to Dr. Kouguell partial
accounts of my encounters with a species I referred to as "the nasty
ones". Even after regression, I was unable to get a clear image in
my mind of their appearance. All I could draw was a picture that resembled
a "fat plant leaf ". I also had a strange response to a silhouette
image, and subsequent flash image, of an alien depicted in an episode of
the "X-Files". I was terrified. The image was of a large, muscular
being with pronounced, pointed ears.
While attending a UFO conference in New Jersey in March of
1995, I arrived late to a lecture and slide show being presented by Leah
Haley. The slide show was already in progress when I took my seat. After
just a few minutes, an image appeared on the screen which caused me to panic
and become so anxious, I had to leave the room. The image she had drawn
was of a reptilian being she had encountered during an abduction. It showed
the same pointy ears I had seen on the "X-Files" episode. Later,
I was to realize this is what I had drawn for Dr. Kouguell. The image of
the "fat plant leaf " was the distinct shape of the alien's ears.
I had started to hear about a covert operation called the
Montauk Project. I became very interested in learning more about it since
I lived so close to Montauk. I read the 3 books written by Preston Nichols
and had very uneasy feelings about this story. Why was I drawn to this place?
Why did I feel the need to learn everything I could? In one of the books
is a picture of Duncan Cameron. The face was so familiar to me...I knew
I had had a conversation with him at some time..and then realized it had
been telepathic! But I could not remember what the conversation had been
about, nor when it had occurred.
Louise, a friend, and I were planning to attend a UFO conference
in CT in October, 1995. I suggested that since she was driving up to NY
to pick me up for the conference, why not come a few days early and we would
explore at Montauk. She immediately agreed.
Upon arriving in Montauk, we checked in to our hotel room,
and set off for Camp Hero. We tried different entrance points, but all had
security gates and signs posted stating no trespassing. We finally found
access on a side road just before the Lighthouse. It was an area just south
of the base, on the beach. The road we walked on ended at a parking area
on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The radar dish was visible from this point,
but was too far to hike to.
Louise felt very sick and uneasy there. For some reason, I
was drawn to the cliff. I stood out there by the edge, just looking out
over the beach and the ocean for about 10 minutes. I felt so drawn to this
spot...why?... what possible reason could there be? I had never been there
before. Why did I feel rooted to the spot? It was getting late and Louise
and I wanted to try one more road before we called it a day.
Driving back toward the town, we turned in at Old Montauk Highway. According
to the map we had, this road should go into Camp Hero. There was also notations
on the map of areas where someone had "felt a void" and very ominous
While driving down the road, Louise and I both felt this "void".
It was one of the strangest feelings I've ever felt. The only way I can
describe it is the absence of feeling life, as if nothing lived in this
space. I wish I could be more specific. Once past this void, the terrible,
ominous feeling hit us very strongly. The road ended abruptly at a dead
end. Louise wanted to go back to the hotel, but I insisted that I knew we
were close to the radar dish and wanted to check around just a little.
I climbed over a pile of wood chips and went through some
small brush. About a hundred feet into the brush the asphalt road continued.
I followed it to a clearing and there it was, right in front of me...the
radar dish. I went back to the car, where Louise was waiting and grabbed
the video camera. I returned the same way, taping as I went along. After
shooting the radar dish, I suddenly got an eerie feeling that I was being
watched. The feeling was very strong and very frightening. I wanted to run
back to the car, but I was afraid I would fall. I left as quickly as I could.
Louise and I returned to the hotel.
We went to bed about midnight, but I stayed up until approximately
1:30A.M. reading. Sometime between 3:00 - 3:30AM, both of us were awakened
by a loud noise. The smoke detector in our hotel room was going off and
neither of us could reach it in order to turn it off. We finally contacted
a hotel employee who advised us that the smoke detector was not run off
a battery ...it was connected directly to the room's electrical system.
In order to shut it down, we should go to the fuse box located on the side
of the closet wall and throw the switches until we found the one connected
to it. We tried all of the switches to no avail. Even throwing the main
switch, which cut power off to the entire room, did not shut down the smoke
detector. A maintenance employee of the hotel came to our room and tried
shutting down the electricity...the detector still continued. He finally
had to pull the smoke detector from the wall and cut the wires in order
to turn it off. The next day, we agreed that neither of us wanted to return
to the base. We were both too frightened.
A couple of weeks later, I was scheduled to attend a UFO conference in Mobile,
Alabama. I went down a few days early to get away by myself a little. It
was during this time that the flashbacks started. First, the face of the
reptilian, close to mine, accompanied by a rasping sound. I knew the reptilian
image was during my... rape? But when? Where? I didn't have the answers.
Then I saw an image of travelling in a military jeep, through tall grass
and sand, over hills, soldiers wearing fatigues (brown/tan/black) and black
berets. I had also recalled a memory of being submerged in some type of
fluid...heavier than water. I kept hearing muffled sounds of people talking
and remembered yelling, "I can't hear you."
These flashbacks continued to haunt me, but I couldn't remember
any other details. It was during the period after my return from Mobile
that I remembered a strange experience in Montauk in 1970. When questioned
about periods of "missing time", I had always stated that I didn't
have any. But I suddenly remembered that I had! For whatever reason, I had
no recall of it until this time. During a visit to my aunt and uncle's campsite
at Ditch Plains in Montauk, I was missing for 2-3 hours and my uncle remembered
it! My recollection of the early part of that day had always been very clear.
My memory of the later part of the day had always been vague and blurry.
I had an appointment with Dr.Kouguell that week and determined
I should regress to that day in 1970 to see what really happened. I told
Dr.Kouguell that I felt he should put me under as deeply as he could...he
The following text is my recollections while under hypnosis:
We are driving in the car, on our way to Montauk. I'm sitting
in the front seat with my mom. My brothers and sister are in the back
seat. Daddy's at work. Mom is so happy we're going to Montauk. Uncle B
is her half-brother ...they just met a couple of years ago, at the funeral
of her natural father.
We arrive at Ditch Plains, the campsite they stay at in
Montauk. I hang around for a little while, talking with everyone, then
decide to change into my bathing suit (a two-piece) but put my cutoffs
on over my bathing suit bottom. This is so boring. I'm going to look around
I walk towards the east a little way and after awhile I
pass by a group of surfers camping there. One of them looks familiar...it's
M! F's older brother! I stop to say hello. M asks me if I've seen F yet,
I tell him no. He says F is surfing right now, so I decide to walk down
to the water and look for him. I sit on the sand at the shoreline, watching
5-6 surfers. Finally, I spot F. He is so beautiful! When he heads in from
the water, I get up and start walking in his direction. I hope he notices
me. As I get closer, he does. He calls out my name and waves. I walk over
and we kiss hello. He asks what I'm doing in Montauk and I tell him. He
asks if I'd like to take a walk in about an hour. He's got some things
he has to do back at the campsite, can I meet him there? Sounds GREAT!
This hour is going so slow. I'm at the campsite with F and
we start walking towards the east. We walk a little less than a mile.
There's a cliff up ahead and we walk into the dunes to find a quiet spot.
There's tall dune grass behind us. F's got a towel, so we sit down on
that and start making- out. We end up laying down next to each other.
He kisses so good.
Suddenly, I hear a loud buzzing sound, like alot of bees.
I sit up and so does F. What is this? Something's not right! I look at
F and he can hear it too. We lay down on our backs, still next to each
other. Why am I doing this? We should run away! I try to yell to F that
we should get out of there. But I can't talk...I can't move! I'm so scared...I
want my mother!
It sounds like a car is coming...the sound gets closer,
then stops. The buzzing is louder now. Even though I'm scared, my body
acts like it's not. A man wearing a soldier uniform is looking down at
me, standing on my left. On the right, is another soldier, he kicks F's
leg. "He's out of it" he says. "Mike, you take him to the
jeep" says the leader on my left. "Ok, Terry", says the
guy on my right. There are 2 other guys with them, but I don't know their
names. Terry is very tan, with dark hair and dark glasses. The others
seem to be more fair. Mike and another guy pick up F and Mike carries
him like the firemen do. Terry doesn't pick me up someone else does.
We're in the back seat of a jeep, traveling north, through
the dunes and tall grass. There's a big hill up ahead. This is so weird!
The hill is moving...just part of it. It looks like a door in the hill.
It moves forward and then to my right. We drive in. There is another jeep
parked on my left. Two other men in the same uniform with the black beret
are inside. They all have rifles! I still can't talk, but my body does
what they want. I'm helped from the jeep. F is between 2 guys and they
are helping him walk. Terry and someone take me between them and I can
walk, too. This place looks like a garage or something. We go through
a door. It's bright in this hallway. We turn right. F is just ahead of
me. At the next hallway, F keeps going straight with 2 guys, but we turn
to the right and walk a few feet to an elevator door. Terry has a credit
card and puts it in a slot next to the door. The slot is vertical and
there are 2 lights above it...one red, one green.
The door opens and we go inside,but there are no buttons
to push. We're going down, then door opens and it's much darker here.
And it smells funny...like a basement with a cesspool overflow problem.
We turn right and go a few feet...then turn left. I'm so cold! There's
a door on my left, Terry opens it. This room is so dark I can hardly see.
There's almost no furniture in it. There's something that looks like a
padded table. They help me on it and lay me down. Now I'm really cold.
One guy says, "Do we just leave her here?", and Terry answers,
"she's not going anywhere". They leave the room. I can't seem
to move anything but my eyes. Why am I here? I don't like this. Over to
my left, something moves. It's coming closer...I can see it better. OH
MY GOD! It's a monster!
(Note: At this point I got so agitated and almost jumped from
the recliner in Dr. K's office. My eyes flew open and I couldn't stop shaking
and cringing. Dr.K calmed me down and I could continue.)
What I see is a creature about 6-7 ft tall. His ears are
large and pointed at the top. His eyes are bright yellow-gold and seem
to glow. He has pointy teeth and a large wrinkle on his forehead and he
has a TAIL! He's coming towards me...I have never been so scared in my
life. He comes to the foot of the table. He pulls off my shorts and bathing
suit bottom... he pushes my legs open and pulls me down towards him. His
face is so close to mine...I want to scream, but it's only in my head.
I hear a raspy sound coming from him. He puts something inside me and
I feel like I'm being ripped apart. He likes to see how terrified I am...it
gives him alot of pleasure. It hurts so much. I have to get away in my
head to someplace safe. I go.
I don't know how long he does this, but when he is done,
he goes back to the part of the room I first saw him in and then he is
suddenly gone. The door never opens or anything. I don't know how long
I lay here. Terry and another guy come through the door and dress me.
They help me from the table and we leave the room. After I am brought
back up the elevator, I am taken into another well-lit room. It reminds
me of a doctor's examining room... except there are machines I don't recognize
with lights and dials recessed in the wall above a counter area. There
is a lot of stainless steel equipment. And a table covered in white. I
am placed on that table and strapped down...including my head. I am terrified.
I am left alone for what is probably just a few minutes...but it seems
A group of 5 -6 people come in the room. They are wearing
white gowns and masks and hats that covered their heads. They are male,
but I see at least one female. They are very busy. I don't know why.
My head is turned on it's side and taped to the table. I
know this sounds strange, but a small portion of the area above and behind
my right ear is shaved. My ear is pulled toward the front of my face and
taped to it! Although I am immobilized and can't talk I am completely
Someone is writing something on the skin behind my ear.
I remember someone is saying something about an "IV". And a
man says, "Do you think she need's it?" Someone else says, "I
wouldn't want to take a chance that she might wake up and start moving
around". A few minutes later I feel a prick in my arm.
That's all I remember until I regained consciousness back
on the dunes with F.
(*Note: About 10 years ago, I developed what was thought to
be an inflamed cyst behind my right ear. The doctor had to lance it to drain
and remove it. As he broke the skin with the scalpel, something shot out.
He examined it and said he had never seen anything like it. He said it was
the size and shape of a bullet. He had to pack the hole it left with medicated
The shock of what was revealed during hypnotic regression left me
dazed and distraught. Was I losing my mind? How was something like this
possible? Could I have fabricated such a detailed account while under hypnosis?
These and many other troubling questions crowded my thoughts for days after
A chance conversation with the relatives I had been visiting
at Montauk that fateful day , left me even more unnerved. As I described
the "door in the hill" I had viewed near a cliff, my cousin stated
she had come upon an area very similar to what I depicted, while walking
near the Lighthouse one afternoon. I knew then, with complete certainty,
that I needed to find the "door in the hill" in order to provide
myself with validation of this experience.
I returned to Montauk on Sunday, December 17, 1995 with my
friend Bill, an investigator for MUFON, and his wife. Bill understood my
intense need to find "the door in the hill" in order to come to
grips with my memories of that fateful day 25 years ago. When we arrived
at Montauk, we first went down Old Montauk Highway...the road Louise and
I took at the end of our "tour". Bill asked me to let them know
when I felt we were entering the "void". I felt it much stronger
than I did the first time. I let him know when it ended and the ominous
feeling began. At the end of the road, the wood chip pile visible on our
last visit had been cleared away and the road opened again. It looked like
an area of brush and trees had been cleared completely...very strange. I
could not make myself get out of the car, my fear was that intense.
As we started back on the road in the direction from which
we came, a police car drove past us. This seemed quite unusual as this road
is isolated with no thru traffic. Had our arrival caused concern? Before
we reached the "void" on our return trip, I suggested that Bill
use the electromagnetic field detector he had brought to see if we got any
readings. He gave it to me and asked that I let them know when I "felt"
we were entering the void. I told them I felt it starting...a few seconds
later, the light on the device went from green to amber. I said it was getting
very strong...again maybe 3 seconds passed and the light went from amber
to red. Then the device went crazy....flashing like a pinball machine! As
we started to exit the void, I continued to give my "readings",
confirmed by the device a few seconds later.
We drove to the main highway and pulled off in the rest area.
The three of us were almost too shocked to speak. Bill confided that he
had been very skeptical of my ability to "feel" this void when
we started this trip. He was now completely convinced. We proceeded to the
lighthouse and parked the car.
As we walked down a rocky path to the beach, we noticed a
crude handwritten sign advising that an erosion control project was ongoing
in that area. Recently placed boulders and cement slabs were evident. At
this point, my "feelings" were at the most intense level I had
ever felt. There was something about the placement of these of these boulders
and slabs that wasn't "right". I was drawn to a point above the
beach...a cliff jutting out over the sand.
We left the beach and walked up a hill towards the parking
area Louise and I walked to our last visit. The whole time we were on the
beach, I had the feeling we were being watched and I mentioned this to Bill.
Just before we reached the parking area, I observed a man crouching in the
brush on the top of a hill and I pointed him out to Bill. The man stood
up and stared at us. Bill took out his camera and took his picture. The
man crouched down again and eventually was lost from view. We did not encounter
Only a few hundred feet from the hill was the parking area
on the cliff. Looking to the west northwest, was Camp Hero. This was the
vicinity my cousin stated seeing a door, similar to the one I had described.
I looked around and saw what appeared to be a partial view of a stone and
mortar wall. This had to be the door! I felt something about it, but I was
confused... it just didn't seem right somehow. I remembered the hill being
much higher and more pronounced. I started to wander away from Bill and
his wife... going back toward the lighthouse. I was walking on the opposite
side of the hill where we had spotted the man...closer to the ocean and
I stopped every few yards and looked out over the ocean and
tried to compare the image with what I had recalled. My feelings of helplessness
and terror were very intense at this point. I continued to walk further
back towards the lighthouse. Suddenly, I was standing in front of it...THE
DOOR...exactly as I had remembered it! I shouted for Bill and his wife.
They came and seemed stunned by what they saw. I started to cry, and everything
I had bottled up for so long came out. It was such a relief. I now knew,
with complete certainty, that my experience had been real. I was not losing
my mind or imagining things.
Next to the door was a small opening that lead to a short
tunnel. The end of the tunnel had been cemented over. On the ground, in
front of the door, was a concrete circle, divided into equal parts including
an equal section in the center of the circle. It was approximately 8-10
feet in diameter. There was a red fire hydrant next to it. Anchored from
a utility pole on the other side of the hill, and almost completely outlining
the circumference of the hill, stretched a thick, black electrical wire.
This wire ended abruptly, tied to a bush. Looking over the cliff, wires
running from inside the cliff, hung down about 10 feet and then snaked back
inside the cliff. There were remnants of a structure or building at the
top of the hill, above the door. Photographs were taken of the entire area
from different angles.
As we departed the area, I spotted from the road, a section
that seemed devoid of any trees or brush. While Bill waited on the road,
while I climbed down into the thick brush, to investigate. Finally breaking
clear, I found a large, circular area of what appeared to be dead, crushed
grass, interspersed with taller clumps that looked as if they had been chopped
or cut down. The trees that bordered this area also appeared dead. Hidden
in a thicket of bushes, just to the west of the circle, was a group of large
boulders, similar to those evident on the beach. The arrangement of the
boulders immediately brought an image of "table and chairs" to
my mind. Several trees next to the boulders had been uprooted completely.
It was apparent that these boulders were not a natural formation, and had
somehow been placed in this location. But how? and more important, why?
Recently, I was able to view video tapes filmed by Preston Nichols,
of the underground facilities at Montauk prior to them being sealed. They
contained footage that he did NOT include on the videos produced for sale
to the public. One of the cassettes contained footage of the bunker I brought
into, what I have come to call my "door in the hill". I sat, as
if in a trance, and viewed the familiar images on the screen...the large
entrance area behind "the door"...the "bright hallway"
(white) beyond the entrance area... small rooms located off the hallway.
Although I remembered the hallway being longer, and a small alcove where
an elevator had been located, it was possible that a wall had been constructed
at what appeared to be the dead end. I had already confirmed the existence
of an elevator in this location with a retired military intelligence officer
familiar with Camp Hero's underground facilities during the period 1954-58.
Here was further validation of my account! I should have been
elated. Instead, I found myself sitting there quietly, a knot in my stomach,
saying to myself, "My God...it is REAL!" It doesn't seem to matter
how much validation I receive...I don't want to believe what I know to be
Also while viewing these video tapes, I had a conscious recall
of being contained in an isolation tank. This flashback included seeing
a "face" of a person (human) familiar to me, and a telepathic
conversation meant to calm and soothe me. During the conversation, he referred
to me as "little one".
I met with Dr. Kouguell a few days later to explore this memory
through hypnotic regression. From the moment he asked during the session
if I was sure I wanted to look at this memory, a battle was waged in my
mind. He asked me to indicate "yes" by slightly moving my right
index finger. And try as hard as I could, I could not move it. Then he asked
me to indicate "no" by slightly moving my right middle finger.
It took all my power to hold it in place. I finally moved my right index
finger ever so slightly. I had never had this experience while under hypnosis
I recalled being in a dark place...being afraid...floating
in something that felt slightly heavier than water...feeling warm....and
smelling peppermint or spearmint. He took me to a point before being in
that place. I was laying naked on a table and had alot of wires attached
to me, all over my body and my head. I saw "that doctor" in a
white lab coat standing next to me. Then he took me to a point before I
was there. I was home in my room (different home than now). I woke up and
2 men dressed in black clothes were in my room. I couldn't see anything
of what they looked like. I asked where Joe and David were (my roommates).
I was told they were sleeping. I was then given an injection and felt very
sleepy. I was wrapped in a blanket and carried out the back door to a dark
van (blue?). I was placed on the floor in the rear of the van and someone
sat near me. The next thing I remember is feeling as if I were on a roller
coaster. I don't know where I was taken or how long it took to get there.
Suddenly, I was standing naked in front of a metal door, struggling with
a soldier holding a rifle, while "that doctor" told me I "had
to do this". I was sobbing , pleading with him not to "make me
go back in there".
I couldn't continue with the session and Dr. Kouguell brought
me back. I told him, as much as I wanted to remember what happened, I knew
I wasn't ready yet to face it. Eventually, I knew I would have to.
An agonizing dilemma ensued. Conscious of my need to find
the truth of my involvement, could I actually be unable to face it? What
if my reluctance to explore this memory was being controlled by outside
influences? And the battle continued to rage in my mind. Finally, I made
the decision to continue...I had come too far to turn back now. I would
face the truth and rely on my strength of conviction to overcome any obstacles.
Before we began the next regression, I related my observations
on possible "blocks" of this memory to Dr.K. I suggested a deep-level
trance might be needed to retrieve them.While under hypnosis, I started
to "relive" this experience...
I am, once again, in a black enclosed area....struggling,
afraid of drowning. Why do I have to be in this place? It scares me so much...I
want to get out! I calm myself enough to float. The liquid feels heavier
than water. It's warm and I smell something "minty". I can feel
wires attached to me as I move my arms and legs slightly...on my chest and
head, too. I stretch out my arms, trying to feel the walls that enclose
me. On my right, my fingers trace the smooth surface, travelling upwards
in an 'arc' above me. Floating...gentle motion...blackness all around...are
my eyes open?....or are they closed?...is this 'blackness' I see only in
I can see movement...forms and shadows. Blackness lightens
to dark gray. My friend is here and says, "Don't be afraid, little
one. I will help you ...guide you...take my hand". Dark gray now turning
to blue, like the sky ...white clouds. It feels like I'm flying. I can see
a beautiful, lush hilltop,overlooking tranquil blue water. A large white
building (a house?) with tall pillars and steps sits on top of the hill.
A dirt road is nearby, and I can see a man, dressed in a short tunic, struggles
to move a wooden cart. Scenes flashing...bright swirl of colors..orange,
red, deep purple and shades of brown and tan.
I see a rocky, mountainous area...dry like the desert, dusty.
There are deep canyons...high cliffs. Scenes flashing....diving through
the white foam of a dark blue wave. I am underwater, among the sea creatures.
But it's light and I can see beautiful colors. There is a dark entrance
to what looks like a cave among the hills and rocks. Scenes flashing...a
desolate place...not a nice feeling...barren...lonely...cold...a place out
of time. Time is not what we think. Each moment is happening now...on an
endless 'loop'. We can enter the loops at many points...but should take
care not to disrupt the loops. Past, present and future are happening simultaneously.
After the session, I discussed what I had retrieved with Dr.
Kouguell. Although, I was filled with wonder and awe at what I had experienced,
unable to be sure if it had happened in the past or present, I still felt
I had not been given a "choice" about participating. Dr. K. mentioned
the fact that I had willingly "taken" my friend's hand...wasn't
that making a choice?
I explained my feelings using the following analogy....
If someone was dangling me by my feet off the 13th story of
a building, threatening to drop me, and along comes a man on a flying carpet,
offering to save me...is that REALLY a choice? Or am I being coerced to
follow a certain direction? After some discussion, I came to the understanding
that I now have a choice. I'm able to jump from that "13 story building".
I know I will not fall !
Michelle A. Guerin
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