When I was very young, my family lived in a small town in south central North Carolina called Addor. My father built our home deep into the forest and we hardly ever had any visitors. He did not like to be disturbed. As a result, we seldom saw any neighbors and we did not get the chance to play with other children. I played in the forest a lot. Actually, every chance I got to leave the house I headed into the forest. I don’t remember doing anything special there. Sometimes I would sit and stare up at the trees. Other times, I would climb the trees and look into the sky for hours at a time. Sometimes, I would forage deep into the brush and look for berries that I could sell. Blackberries sold very well in those days and the neighbor ladies would pay a dollar for a pint of fresh berries. Back in 1964, a dollar could buy quite a lot.
I remember on one occasion when I was heading into the woods, I looked up and saw something that puzzled me greatly. I saw a large cigar shaped craft floating silently near our home. The craft was silver and gray without discernible windows. It made no noise whatsoever as it drifted. I looked at it for more than ten minutes or so as it floated. It never drifted more than a couple hundred feet over my head. After a few moments, the craft disappeared without a sound. The sky was clear and there were no other planes or craft that I could see anywhere nearby.
Even at the tender age of 5, I knew that I had seen something extraordinary. I could not define the craft, but I knew what I saw.
I began to dream about the craft. I saw the ship in my dreams for years, and sometimes, I thought that I had made the whole thing up. That was until I began to have nosebleeds that were so severe that my teachers called my parents and sent me home. The nosebleeds were checked out by a doctor and he could not find anything wrong with me. He showed my mother how to stop the bleeding and sent me home.
Several weeks later, I dreamt about a being that appeared in my bedroom and motioned for me to follow it. Strangely, as I walked through the house, the rest of my family members were sound asleep, as if paralyzed. Even my grandfather, who could wake at the sound of a pin dropping, was fast asleep.
I followed the being out of our house into a lighted doorway that had formed in the middle of our back yard. The being and I stepped into the structure and we stopped in front of what looked like a control panel. The being touched the panel with an extension of what looked like a bristly fur covered finger. The panel became illuminated with hundreds of symbols of many different colors. At that moment, the being touched a small rotating symbol in the left lower corner of the pane. Following that action, I could hear its thoughts. The being said to me that I had been coming to the ships for many years and that it was time for me to understand more about who they were and why they were interested in me. He said that I did not have the necessary mental or physical anatomy to pronounce his name properly.
I didn’t ask what his name was after that.
The being asked me to memorize the symbols and draw them exactly as I saw them. He said that if I did so correctly, I could control the ship. I then awoke, and to my surprise, the entire panel of symbols floated in my bedroom, just as they had on the ship. I quickly grabbed a large piece of art paper and began to jot down the symbols. The process took over two hours. I called my supervisor at work and told him that I had over slept.
I kept the symbols and drew them into a large 36 in by 48 in piece of art that I have preserved to this day. I drew the symbols everywhere, in an attempt to experiment with them. I found that they had mystical powers. Some of the symbols increased my clairvoyant abilities. Some of them increased my past life recall. Some of the symbols improved my telepathic abilities. Some of them brought out my artistic ability.
Overall, the symbols seemed to tap into my hidden potentials and bring them to the surface. I published a few of them in a book entitled Symbols of Light. I plan to publish a few more in a book entitled Symbols of Power. I have never seen anything like these symbols on this planet.
I realize that blackberries don’t grow year round and five year old children do not sleep alone in the forest. I also realize that dreams of aliens and night terrors associated with those dreams can only mean one thing. I realize that nosebleeds and creative explosions of writing and art that are not connected to this world are also part of a larger picture that I have only begun to see with any real clarity.
Dr. Mitchell Gibson
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