Visitations, including 'Extraterrestrial' 'PROBES'

  MISS TERRY

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 Part 2.

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"the 'Transfiguration of Anoushka' "

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I jerked away from the bed in spontaneous, mechanical movements, feeling every hair on the back of my neck rise with shock ! and the blood drain from my face. I stood, back pressed against wall,.. gasping, and trying to regulate my breathing , .. . .. . .. . . my whole body stiffened by this 'time- stopping' experience of absolute fear! . . . . . . . . . . . .......

 

Gradually, the transformation completed itself, and the new being that emerged from this 'metamorphic' event lay quietly on the bed in a pool of what looked like 'sweat', hair plastered to face, but peaceful and sleeping, . . . perhaps 'DEAD!?...

.... . .. I tied a hair-net around my 12 year old sandals and closed my eyes as tight as a Frenchman's 'tea-cosy'... "Maybe it will change back to normal?" .. I prayed, "perhaps it's all a dream?" .. . . 'nightmare' more like!

 I tried to compose myself, to return to a clearer state of 'rationale'. I opened my eyes slowly..... the transformation was real enough, and it slept in stillness. I could see the gentle, harmonious rise and fall of her breathing chest.. "Well, at least she's alive!" I thought, but what the hell is going on at all"???" I ordered a pot of tea from 'Room Service' for breakfast and it's still not here!!!

 Later, when my mind and body had accepted the events and I had decided there was no danger, I realised that the being that had appeared from the transformation was an extraordinarily beautiful girl. Her hair was darkish, straight and combed flat back across her head, tied at the crown with a piece of elasticated white cotton, loosely plaited, and tied again with a piece of yellow cotton, about four inches from the end. Her eyebrows were straightish across her forehead, rather dark.

 

Her eyes opened, they were dark and clear, slightly slanted at the edges with long lashes. Her features were small, soft and perfect, and her delicate nose was slightly upturned at the end. Her upper lip gave the impression of a constant pout. She wore a red and white striped vest, with a pair of dark glasses with white rims tucked neatly into the buttoned front by one of the arms. Her neck was soft and smooth, and the whole appearance of her head and shoulders suggested extreme grace. I received the image of high intellect for some unknown reason.

 She rose from the bed, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her fingers, and, as she moved, it was as if she were controlled by 'gyroscopes'. As she moved her arm forward, her shoulder and head seemed to follow the motion in a scaled-down manner! Her head remained upright as it moved, and her torso moved in the same fashion. From her hips down her posture remained steady: unparalleled in it's elegance. The whole movement had the appearance of such extreme grace that I felt hypnotised. She lifted a yellow bath-robe, slipped it over her shoulders, and smiled. When she spoke, it was in some German or Nordic dialect which I couldn't place, such was the hypnotic state of my mind. I regained control and said I didn't understand. She began to speak in English. She said she had no idea how she had gotten to be here, and that she couldn't remember anything about her life before this time!.....

 

I felt that I had to find the connection that she made with me, why our paths had coincided, that this must be some recurrent experience, and that the answers could only lie in my past. I hoped to find some answers to these questions soon, as I sensed it must all be of great importance somehow.

 

 

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