�� On this page I will discuss who the MEN in Black are, who the Father Of Lights is, who the Dragons of Eden were, Name the Aliens (both races) and discuss time travel.� This will, however, be the condensed version.� To cover it all completely would take a book!� If there are questions not answered here, again, feel free to email me.

� � �� The subjects I outlined above will be -- more or less -- covered in the order I discovered their existence.� For example, I did not immediately know what the names of the aliens were, in fact I did not know that there were two races of them coming here to our time and space.� I say time and space because they were and are coming here from two separate destinations and that will lead to a discussion of time travel.� And in the discussion of that it will lead me to the identity of the Father of Lights and the Dragons of Eden and thus to the Men in Black!

� � �� But let me begin at the beginning.

� � �� The "nightmares" began when I was sixteen.� Ironically, the "nightmares" were going to be the key that unlocked the door to the truth.� In fact, I later learned that they were not nightmares at all, but were repressed memories coming to the surface at last.� I did not learn this fact from some irresponsible psychiatrist�trying to make a name for himself by taking me through phoney past lives regression. � No, the proof came through the application of Occam's Razor: When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.� It was empirical proof.� Strange to come from a nightmare, though!

� � �� There were three nightmares in total.� The first one recurred the the most.� The second one did not repeat near as often.� And the third one only came once.� I wish I could say that the third, solitary nightmare was the culminating one, that it was the one that answered all the questions that were brought up in the first two, but nothing is ever that easy.� It took research and deductive reasoning over many years to finally unlock all the answers. But I am getting ahead of myself again. Let's begin with the first, most recurring nightmare.� Every journey, wherever it takes you, must begin with the first step.

� � �� The first nightmare, if it had a title, would be called "This Big, Creepy Old House". (Although, to be fair the house wasn't always old or creepy, but the effect was the same.� It wasn't the house, then, or what it looked like that was important, it was the symbol that the house stood for that was the important factor.)� I was always amazed afterwards that I invariably fell for it.� By that I mean that the dream always started out seeming innocuous -- and I continually believed that it was!

� � �� In any case -- there were three basic versions of this this dream.� I will recount all three basic versions since each in their own right contributed something vital to my later understanding

� �� The first version of the First Nightmare always started out innocently enough.�� I would be walking down a residential street.� I would come to a house that looked like any other on the block.� But for some reason that particular house would catch and hold my attention.� Despite the fact that I didn't know who lived in that house or even if any one was home there, I would enter.� Once in the house I would wander around a bit, but I always ended up going into the basement -- this house always had a basement even though from the outside it appeared not to have one since the house was built on a concrete slab like any other house in Houston.� Once in the basement I would be in stygian darkness -- I could not see my hand in front of my face if my life depended on it and at this point in the nightmare I always suddenly realized that my life DID depend on being able to see.� I would realize with a terrible sinking clarity that I had entered a trap.� Frantically I would search for the light cord that I somehow knew was there.� The nightmare would invariably end with my hand being grabbed by the hand of some unseen presence in the dark with me.� That hand would guide me to the light cord!� I would then yank down on the cord in desperation -- even though I didn't want to because I would know what I was going to see!� And of course I DID see it! � The same cold, dispassionate black, alien eyes staring at me out of the darkness!

�� The second version of the most recurring nightmare was similar to the first, but with a few significant different details.� In this version instead of being in town I would be out in the country somewhere, where I was not sure.� At any rate, I would come across this Big Old Creepy House which I could tell was deserted.� Or at least it certainly looked like it was.� At the very least it was in disrepair.� Another significant detail was the fact that it was obviously not a house in a residential area where there might be neighbors to come to my aid.� And the last significant detail was the fact that the house was much larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside -- and that it contained in that vast interior, staircases going everywhere and yet nowhere!� Still, despite all the obvious differences I would feel no qualms about entering this creepy edifice and exploring.� Again, invariably I would find the basement and the dream would end the same way with me in terrified proximity with the alien in the dark!

�� The third version of the First Nightmare was the darkest.� I would already be in some large institutional type building, like a school or prison or large church.� This large building was obviously totally in disrepair and desolation.� There was the kind of trash and filth scattered and piled everywhere that you would see in any long abandoned building.� In this version I knew I was not alone!� In fact I knew I was being hunted.� And it was only a matter of time before I would be discovered.� No matter where I hid, they always found me!� Silhouettes of men, all in black, no way could I see their faces and yet I knew that they were malevolent!� The dream always ended, mercifully with me not finding out what they intended to do with me once they had me in their grasp.

�� The three versions of this nightmare went on for three years until we left Houston.� They did not recur every night, but I had them often enough that I began to wonder if I had gone crazy.

�� The second set of nightmares was running consecutively, interspersed among the versions of the First Nightmare. � These Second Nightmares were about eyes.� Just eyes! � But what STRANGE eyes!� In one version of the Second Nightmare the eyes were looking at me right through closed venetian blinds as if the blinds were not even there.� And in the second version of the Second Nightmare the eyes were in the room with me, flying around me as if they were disembodied spirits.� I cannot say which version frightened more.� But in both dreams was a common factor: The eyes were light sea green.� This color is something that I will touch more on later.� It was a a very significant clue.� But it took me thirty years to realize that it was indeed a clue and what answer that clue was going to lead me to.

�� The Third Nightmare was not as disturbing as the other two and like I said I only had it once, but it is significant because of what I learned from it later.� It was about the future and time travel to there.� In the dream I went to a future that was bleak, promising and very enigmatic .� The future was bleak because of the oppression I saw everywhere: you could see in the eyes of the citizens that they were far from free.� And yet it was promising because of the technological wonders that I saw there -- I saw things that I would have called magic if I had thought magic was possible.� And the future was enigmatic because of the wonderous, glorious, awesome light that I saw there.� "What IS this Light?" I asked over and over of anyone I thought might answer me.� "Ask not what is this Light, but ask rather WHO is this light?"� This answer came not from the citizens, but from the very air itself, it seemed.� I awoke from this dream greatly disturbed. Why were the citizens of that great future metropolis so enslaved in such a place of promise and glorious beauty?� What was going on there that I didn't see or understand?

�� I am not naive.� I know that it can be argued that what I have described sounds like a mystical experience -- especially the last "nightmare". � However, it is NOT that simple!� I am going to take each "nightmare" in order and dissect them and when I am done whatever remains, however improbable, MUST be the TRUTH!

�� I suppose it is no great revelation to those of us who have been abducted that the "HOUSE" in my "nightmares" is really a UFO by the process of substitution -- substituting something more familiar, more easily dealt with than the alien and improbable seeming.� And that the basement, by substitution, is the operating or examining room since there is where "base" things take place, things that a person does not want to discuss in polite company.� There are so many things, obviously, about the human body that are SO BASE!� That pretty much effectively dealt with the first and second versions of the FIRST NIGHTMARE once I read up on the abduction experiences of other people.� But what of the shadowy, black figures in silhouette?� Was this too substitution?� At first I thought it WAS substitution because I had seen a figure in silhouette in the UFO hovering in the sky above the neighbor's house.� But the more I applied Occams Razor to the problem the less certain I became that the answer was that simple.� And anyway how did I know, just because I read the accounts of other abductees that my "nightmares" were really memories?� It seemed to me, after much reflection, that the answer to the first question would provide the answer to the second question.� In other words if they were real memories rather than nightmares then I should be able to discern who the MEN IN BLACK were.

�� I decided that the only way I was going to resolve this was to "investigate" the investigators.� In other words who were these figures that were hunting me and why were there several of them -- as opposed to the lone alien figure that occupied the other versions of the nightmare/memories?� If these silhouetted figures in my "nightmares" were real entities rather than dream figures -- just like the aliens had been real -- then I should be able to identify them.� They should have a source too, improbable as that might seem.� By this point I had already decided that they WERE separate entities.� I had decided this because of where I encountered them.� I had not encountered them in a "house", rather I had encountered them in an institutional building.� This answered two questions at once: Since it was not a "house" (read UFO) where I had encountered them and since it was an institutional building then that meant that the MEN in BLACK were not DIRECTLY linked to the aliens and THAT established their separate identity.� And if they had a separate identity then that made them "real" whoever they might be and I should be able to discover that identity! The fact that I had encountered them in my nightmares/repressed memories in a "corrupt" institutional building was, I was certain, going to tell me who they were.

��� Before you start thinking that I am going to tell you that the MEN IN BLACK are corrupt FBI collaborators of the aliens I am going to disabuse you of that notion.� There was also the last "nightmare" to consider.� It had to, I felt, be factored into the equation -- if for no other reason than the fact that the "logic" of all the "dreams" was both seamless and interdependent.� Did this mean that the MIB had come from the future? � And if they did come from the future, had the aliens also come from there?� Well, I was not quite prepared to pass judgement on the alien's origins -- there were other factors to consider in their case -- but I felt confident that I could fix the MIB's orgin as being in the future.� The oppression I had felt there was the same exact oppression I had felt in the "nightmares".� Again, either the whole thing was real or imaginary -- AND it WAS NOT imaginary!� Was it coincidence, then, that I felt the same sort of oppression around these MIB as I had in the "dream" of the future? Certainly not! � That concession, I was sure, in this case would be asking too much of coincidence!� It could NOT be a coincidence that they had the same exact effect on me as I had seen in the faces of the people in the future "dream".� In this case it WAS a case of FUNCTION following FORM!�� So this, at the least, fixed the origin of the MIB.�

�� Still, who WERE they?� To answer that I had to settle the issue of the origin of the aliens.� I could not do that yet, since I had doubts that there WAS just one race of aliens.� None of my "nightmares" had indicated this possibility, but there were other sources which indicated that there were INDEED two races of aliens coming here to our time.� Surprisingly, the Bible was the one seminal source of information.� Yet that clashed with my "nightmares".� In order to settle this dichotomy did I have to believe that their WAS two races of aliens coming to our time and that one was benevolent and that the other was not? It seemed, indeed, that this belief, however improbable sounding, was essential and crucial to the theory's sustainment.

�� Before I go any further with this let me repeat that this is not fancy or fantasy or the twisting of logic to fit a pet theory.� I realize that in the telling of the first abduction story I did not provide more outstanding proof, but I did offer to give it to anyone who will email me.� I do not want to go into it in any length here since this little bit of the story is already taking much more time than I want to spend now.� Suffice it to say that I DO have more physical proof.� Keeping that in mind will perhaps make my ruminations here a little easier to swallow!

�� So to recap: We have established the origin of the MIB -- as improbable as it might seem.� Next we will identify the two races of aliens and in that process delineate the MIB's purpose, name the Dragons of Eden and Name t he Father of Lights.

�� Like I said, the Bible was one seminal source that provided the identity of the two races of aliens.� It was not a case of my being a wild eyed, Bible thumping fanatic.� Far from it!� True, I had been a member of a fundamentalist christian church, but this experience had set my belief in God on it's head --if anything! � No, rather it was a case of the authors of the Good Book misunderstanding what they were seeing and reporting.� Again, Occam's Razor applied here. � It was "improbable" the the "men" Abraham entertained outside his tent were aliens, but it was IMPOSSIBLE -- given what I now knew that they were angels!

�� But beyond Occam's Razor, beyond the Bible and even beyond my discovery that my "nightmares" were not dreams at all, but were instead repressed memories, I had an encounter with a different race of aliens than the ones I had seen in my folk's bedroom and it was THIS encounter that provided the proof and understanding that I needed most.� It was a sort of deprogramming!� And that deprogramming explained everything!

�� At first I thought what was happening was a dream because what was happening seemed dreamlike and not possible in the real world.� But then a very simple thing happened that let me know that it WAS NOT a dream! � I touched their craft and actually felt it! � You know how it is in dreams.� No matter how real it seems you can never actually feel or smell or taste or hear anything.� That is because it is all happening in the theater of your mind. Well, when I reached out and touched the wall of their craft and actualy felt my fingers touching it the same way that my fingers can feel the grass, the fabric of clothes, or food or anything then I knew it was real.�

�� I said craft for indeed we were going somewhere!� That was readily apparent through the "viewing window": a transparent window like area of the hull which was several feet high and several feet wide.� Below me and and to my left I saw a huge orangish red sun.� I knew this was not Sol since our sun is yellowish white.� All around me were stars of many colors and hues.� It was not like looking at the stars through our atmosphere -- all white and twinkly.� No, these stars burned steadily and were, like I said, every color of the rainbow.� It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen!� It was almost like I had died and gone to heaven!� Yet I knew I had not because my breath was fogging the "glass?" in front of me.� More proof that I was not dreaming.�

�� After a bit I saw that we were aproaching a planet.� When we got closer I saw that it was not earth.� This planet was composed of mostly land area with little "seas" scattered here and there all over the surface, seas that were inteconnected by rivers.� As we got even closer I saw that this planet looked much like Eden must have looked like: It was like one big park. That is the best description I can give.� In the near distance a domed city, like a giant jewel buried half way in the ground, came into view.�

�� Here I am going to gloss over a lot of this and in the interest of time get right down to the chase.� I met a man. � And yet he was not a man.� He "told" me (in my mind) many things.� The first thing he explained was that the name of the alien, reptilian, almost insectoid race that had abducted me was The Annunaki.� He "told" me that his race was called the Danaan.� He told me that his race and the Annunaki had been at war many millennia ago and that his race had prevailed.� For a time.� He told me that the Annunaki had migrated to both Earth's past and future.� He told me that the Annunaki were the Dragons of Eden and that their leader was known -- in the best translation -- as the Father of Lights.� And he also told me that the MIB were time travelers coming here from our future to do the dirty work of the Annunaki!

�� This answered many questions I had.� What was the war in Heaven? Did aliens come here and bioengineer our ape ancestors into the beings we are today.� It also answered why the future which looked so bright and promising was so oppresive and bleak.� And it answered where "angels" came from.� But it did not answer why the Danaan were not doing anything directly about it nor did it answer the main question: WHY me?

�� I used to think it was funny when I saw stories on TV or in the movies about someone who claimed that they had been taken to another planet by aliens!� Surely the guy was a kook with lots of imagination, lots of time on his hands and was a no friends, loser.� Now I don't think it is so funny anymore!� The only comfort I have is that more and more people are experiencing something similar to what I have experienced.� But that is scant comfort.� The world IS going to change here before very long! � There WILL be another war between the Annunaki and the Danaan.� Only this time it will take place on Earth!� I wrote this page in lieu of writing a book because there are so many books out there already and because the time is short and I wrote this page in the hope that at least a few people would see it and believe.� I don't know what good it will do to warn people, but I could not remain silent.� Like I said, I DO have proof, physical proof that this is not all a fevered dream or chimerical nightmare.� If you are reading this and have any faith in my poor effort at all, then please email me and together we will explore the TRUTH!� Perhaps we CAN change our destiny? I know if I were you that I probably wouldn't believe me either.� But what do you have to lose in checking me out further?� At worst you'll get a chuckle out of it. � But perhaps at best you'll save your life and sanity? Email me TODAY?

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