<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Area 69</title><description>True Tales of Sexual Encounters with Aliens!</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 1 Nov 2024 04:29:18 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>True Tales of Sexual Encounters with Aliens!</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Johnny Depp Helps Release a Woman's Suppressed Memories of Alien Rape</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2011/03/johnny-depp-helps-release-womans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2011 17:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-4705167168288613586</guid><description>Hello Mr. Lentz,&lt;br /&gt;
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I came across your website after I did a search for any information on contacts with aliens of a reptile-like race. My story isn't quite like the other letters you get, but so much of my story exists in the past in memories. &lt;br /&gt;
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Memories that only recently reveal themselves after years of being hidden deep in my mind. I'm a single mom of two wonderful kids. One boy age 12 and a sweet baby girl who is just turning 9. I work as a customer service administrator for a large retail chain. I've been divorced for 7 years from a man who worked for the airline industry, but have been working on rebuilding that relationship even though we live on separate coasts.&lt;br /&gt;
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4 nights ago I took my kids to see the film, "Rango" about a lizard in the old west. The kids were having a great time. I was enjoying myself watching them when I began to feel nauseous and dizzy. I began to get the sweats and have hot flashes. I had recently started a new diet and thought that might be it, or the flu that was beginning to go around at work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I let the kids watch the film and made my way to the ladies room. In the like I was so sick. I splashed water on my face and gripped the sink for dear life. Looking in the mirror I started having flashbacks like I was remembering a dream or actually a nightmare. I kept seeing that lizard's face and seeing a bright light being flashed in my eyes. What was happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;
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I made my way back to the theatre and walked down the dark hallway that lead to the stadium seating, but the memory of being carried into a tunnel and having tall lizards removing my clothes crashed into my mind. I looked down and could see I was about 13 or 14 years old and I was on an examination table next to my school teacher Miss Daniels. She too was stripped bare and they were incepting a long silver rod into her vagina or rectum, I was unable to see clearly from my table. Then I see I'm maybe 17 years old and I'm aboard a space craft as an older lizard that I seem to know slides open part of the floor and up walks a baby lizard with blonde hair and the older lizard tells me, "This is your child, too." &lt;br /&gt;
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The baby lizard girl is told to hug me and she hesitantly does just that and I'm shocked awake by a young usher who has grabbed my arm. I was laying flat on my back and there were other theatre employees standing over me. I ask them about my kids and one goes to check on them. They walk me to the lobby and into the manager's office and they put a wet washcloth on my forehead. They are so worried about me they give me several free passes for more movies. &lt;br /&gt;
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I take my kids and I go home. I pretended we were going camping and built a tent in my bedroom just so the kids could sleep next to me that night. What do you think happened to me? Can any of this be real? I would like to hear from any other people from your website if they have something like this going on in their life. I'm afraid I'm going insane and that my children may be in danger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading my letter,&lt;br /&gt;
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Tammi</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Dead leaves in my bed...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead-leaves-in-my-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 1 Feb 2008 02:00:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-1343332872896001540</guid><description>Polly Marcus 20 of Auburn tells of floating through&lt;br /&gt;the treetops in a beam of light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, Area 69 is so cool! I use to have these really&lt;br /&gt;great flying dreams that seemed so real, but one time&lt;br /&gt;I was floating up through a bright light up through&lt;br /&gt;the ceiling, through the attic, the roof and up&lt;br /&gt;through the trees to a huge circle in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was lowered back down. Don't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;about being on board, but as I floated back down I&lt;br /&gt;reached out to grab some leaves. Then when I woke up&lt;br /&gt;in the morning there were dead leaves in my bed. I had&lt;br /&gt;believed these were always dreams, but how did I get&lt;br /&gt;all those leaves under my covers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Polly"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Knocked out, fainted, drugged, and...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/knocked-out-fainted-drugged-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 14:14:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-3628167977750417409</guid><description>"Hello Jerry, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a CHP officer from our office arrives on scene&lt;br /&gt;of a non-injury collision. The CHP is trying to get&lt;br /&gt;the info about what happened, but all they can do is&lt;br /&gt;point, and tell him to talk to the driver. Now one of&lt;br /&gt;the drivers is very agitated and is ranting and raving&lt;br /&gt;about his van. Our officer attempts to calm him down,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find out what happened... well... as it turns&lt;br /&gt;out... the man was driving the van when he is hit by a&lt;br /&gt;bright spotlight from the sky, the engine shuts down&lt;br /&gt;and he and the vehicle are completely lifted off the&lt;br /&gt;road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells them he was knocked out, fainted, drugged, and&lt;br /&gt;Butt-Raped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't remember a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wakes up in the bed in the back of the van with&lt;br /&gt;the "cruise control" on and the vehicle is going about 75!&lt;br /&gt;The van goes out of the lane, striking another car. No&lt;br /&gt;serious injuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our CHP guy still had tears running down his face&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard that as he turned to run and tell&lt;br /&gt;another officer the story he slams his head into the&lt;br /&gt;van's driverside mirror knocking himself completely&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys try to revive him and as they awaited Medical&lt;br /&gt;to arrive, one of our officers drew an alien face on a&lt;br /&gt;white t-shirt and covered his head with it so that&lt;br /&gt;would be the first thing downed officer saw when he&lt;br /&gt;woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't appreciate all the hard work done for him on&lt;br /&gt;that prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about that crazy guy in the van a lot and&lt;br /&gt;it always makes me smile, but after listening to you&lt;br /&gt;tell these alien stories, I'm going to have to&lt;br /&gt;wonder if it was all real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the strangest things out on patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks name withheld by request" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and fear of me getting a ticket)</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I don't want to remember it...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-want-to-remember-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:09:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-2465667876678452595</guid><description>Audrey Walters 21 of Visalia knows a guy that can call&lt;br /&gt;ufos down from space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I am so glad you are talking about aliens&lt;br /&gt;here in the valley! I saw a flying saucer with my&lt;br /&gt;family when we went picnicking up at Shaver Lake when&lt;br /&gt;I was about 12. We all saw it clearly and it was&lt;br /&gt;silver, smooth, and very pretty. It hovered over the&lt;br /&gt;trees and you could even see the tree tops brush up&lt;br /&gt;against the metal of the ship. It made no noise and my&lt;br /&gt;dad had a camera around his neck, but he was so&lt;br /&gt;entranced he didn't even think to take pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny how my brother doesn't believe in UFOs&lt;br /&gt;but he is so into science fiction. I too never really&lt;br /&gt;cared about ufos but after seeing one up close feel&lt;br /&gt;sorry for those that don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had sex with any aliens as far as I remember&lt;br /&gt;and if I did, I don't want to remember it. My family&lt;br /&gt;is pretty open to odd things after this happened. They&lt;br /&gt;even let me go to concerts alone. If I ever see&lt;br /&gt;another ufo or even an alien, the one person I'd like&lt;br /&gt;to see it with would be you. I remember that girl&lt;br /&gt;calling in that saw that ufo with you and you two&lt;br /&gt;sounded so cool. I believe I even got a bit jealous&lt;br /&gt;wishing you had seen it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old man in Hanford that my friends told me&lt;br /&gt;can call down ufos by the powers of his mind. He's a&lt;br /&gt;janitor at school and he's done it for some kids.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can get him on the air and have a ufo&lt;br /&gt;show up for the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep rocking, Audrey</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Spreads her legs for Aliens...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/spreads-her-legs-for-aliens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 14:04:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-5067125881334226546</guid><description>Maggie Seger was the most beautiful woman in the&lt;br /&gt;advertising agency, but Sherri McCormick 29 of&lt;br /&gt;Woodword Park knows now Maggie only spreads her legs&lt;br /&gt;for aliens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I know you think every girl that calls is hot,&lt;br /&gt;but Maggie was and is... Short, slender, curvy body,&lt;br /&gt;dark curly hair that was very, very soft. Skin so&lt;br /&gt;clear it looked like spun glass. She told me her&lt;br /&gt;parents were mixed races and obviously they had mixed&lt;br /&gt;very well indeed. Unfortunately I didn't get to hear&lt;br /&gt;much more about her life because by then I had made my&lt;br /&gt;stupid, fumbling move and our first date was over&lt;br /&gt;before the main course. I still can't believe I&lt;br /&gt;misjudged her so badly. I'm usually pretty good at&lt;br /&gt;telling if a woman is interested in me or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls from the office hit Crossroads, didn't see&lt;br /&gt;you there, danced at On the Rocks, got drunk, we went&lt;br /&gt;back to our cars and Maggie drove me to her house. Her&lt;br /&gt;place was very nice and with out talking she walked me&lt;br /&gt;upstairs to her bedroom. It was very stylish in Black&lt;br /&gt;and dark Red. It was like a White Stripes album cover&lt;br /&gt;in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She undressed me and we made out. While she was&lt;br /&gt;working on me I looked around the room and saw many&lt;br /&gt;paintings on the walls of Stars, Moons, Planets, and&lt;br /&gt;alien portraits. I was getting a bit freaked out but&lt;br /&gt;her tongue felt so good what's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I exploded and it was my turn to show Maggie what&lt;br /&gt;I learned at summer camp, but she refused to let me do&lt;br /&gt;her. I asked her why and she said she belonged to&lt;br /&gt;another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained to me she was in love with a being from&lt;br /&gt;another world and she could give pleasure but was only&lt;br /&gt;able to receive it from this alien dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me paintings she had made of the various&lt;br /&gt;people she had met from space. I lost it and being&lt;br /&gt;drunk began making fun of her. We fought and rolled&lt;br /&gt;onto the floor and I broke two nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed I left and when I got outside realized&lt;br /&gt;she drove me there. I didn't care I walked a mile and&lt;br /&gt;got a ride from a guy at a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give her credit though: the next day at work&lt;br /&gt;it was like nothing had happened. I feared spiteful&lt;br /&gt;office gossip (at best) or an inquest from Human&lt;br /&gt;Resources (at worst), but I never heard anything from&lt;br /&gt;anybody about it. Especially from Maggie, who seemed&lt;br /&gt;to look right through me on those times when she&lt;br /&gt;couldn't avoid me outright. Come to think of it, it&lt;br /&gt;was unusual to see her on one of our Friday office&lt;br /&gt;lunches; she usually avoided those too. She wasn't a&lt;br /&gt;real people person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if it's true that you make love to those that&lt;br /&gt;your partners made love to, then I too have had&lt;br /&gt;indirect sex with aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Sherri"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Some of us are completely nude...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-of-us-are-completely-nude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 03:36:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-7815518948406608289</guid><description>Wendy Thurston 26 of Fresno talks about a busload of&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders being abducted and probed by dirty&lt;br /&gt;aliens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I have waited to tell you this story, finally&lt;br /&gt;my brother said I had to send it to you... Well, when&lt;br /&gt;I was on the squad for parks and rec football, we went&lt;br /&gt;to a cheer off. When my squad got ready to go out&lt;br /&gt;there, we ran onto the floor jumping and screaming. As&lt;br /&gt;I ran out, I did a cartwheel, and my head hit the&lt;br /&gt;floor. Then I decided to do a running-back walkover&lt;br /&gt;split and during the split I let one rip SO LOUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone heard it, but then I got up and ran out&lt;br /&gt;screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, never do the splits or spread your legs too far&lt;br /&gt;when you have gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ran to the bus and cried myself to sleep. I&lt;br /&gt;woke up as the other girls climbed on and we drove&lt;br /&gt;home. No one even came to the back to see if I was&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know is we are all standing in the&lt;br /&gt;woods some of us are completely nude as these little&lt;br /&gt;ugly leathery animals are walking around us and poking&lt;br /&gt;us with glass rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl who I'm still friends with today from that&lt;br /&gt;night had what she has always believed was an implant&lt;br /&gt;in her leg, but the round half circle metal thing was&lt;br /&gt;said by the doctor to be an old fishing hook. But she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't believe it cause she would have remembered a&lt;br /&gt;fish hook all the way under the skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's my story, looks like aliens too like&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders, I bet you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Wendy"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Legs spread and knees up...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/legs-spread-and-knees-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 03:31:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-8165047766128354192</guid><description>"Jerry, Sometime in 2004 I was clamped on a&lt;br /&gt;table with legs spread and knees up. On the side of&lt;br /&gt;the table was a machine with a tall jar filled with&lt;br /&gt;clear liquid and many wires coming out of the top. The&lt;br /&gt;instrument that they used on me was a three-foot long&lt;br /&gt;silver wire with a rounded tip that came out of the&lt;br /&gt;bottom. The four aliens around the table had their&lt;br /&gt;hands on me at different places. I was scared, but in&lt;br /&gt;my mind they kept telling me they were not going to&lt;br /&gt;hurt me. I felt great pain and cramping when they&lt;br /&gt;inserted the humming tip inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One alien who told me to call him "Mister Humphrey,"&lt;br /&gt;was one who talked to me in my head the most. He told&lt;br /&gt;me I needed to move to Chico. I told him I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;a job there and he told me I would be offered a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful job when I arrived. I uprooted my family in&lt;br /&gt;the middle of a school year. I have two lil boys. I&lt;br /&gt;found an apartment and lived there for three months&lt;br /&gt;borrowing money from friends and family. No job ever&lt;br /&gt;came to me. I was evicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aliens lied to me. They raped me and lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;Child services last year removed my children from me&lt;br /&gt;and I can't afford legal help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arrested two months ago because a crazy lady in&lt;br /&gt;the apartment next to me called the cops and lied to&lt;br /&gt;them that I was a hooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliens will lie to you. I know they have abducted me&lt;br /&gt;since I was a teenager and they always lie about how&lt;br /&gt;great things will be. Then they leave you. Wham bamm&lt;br /&gt;thank you spaceman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are a kind person, I hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't ask you if I didn't need the help. If you&lt;br /&gt;could find it in your heart to loan me some money,&lt;br /&gt;just enough for me to get flush, I would really do&lt;br /&gt;anything for you. I miss my babies and my bills are&lt;br /&gt;too big. If some of your listeners and fans could&lt;br /&gt;spare some money too I might be able to afford getting&lt;br /&gt;back on methadone treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I know NIN's is coming back and I would love to&lt;br /&gt;go to see them with you. Let me know if you can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Sheila"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I found her staring at me...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-found-her-staring-at-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 07:25:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-3442074800710341584</guid><description>Piper works with drugs and has bumped donuts with an&lt;br /&gt;alien lesbian in the following letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I was working for a pharmaceutical company in&lt;br /&gt;SF and I was in one of those dreadful meetings that&lt;br /&gt;come about every month at the office, but this time it&lt;br /&gt;was the best meeting ever. I had gone without food for&lt;br /&gt;about two weeks. I know you too Fast cause I heard you&lt;br /&gt;talking about it one day. I had just come off being&lt;br /&gt;sick, so I was ready to detox, but I did not know I&lt;br /&gt;was ready for what was about to happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a beautiful new woman named Joan at the&lt;br /&gt;meeting, she sat across from me. She had beautiful red&lt;br /&gt;hair with and an absolutely perfect porcelain skinned&lt;br /&gt;body. During the meeting I found her staring at me and&lt;br /&gt;this got me aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting ran late and as I was walking out she&lt;br /&gt;asked me if I wanted to go get a drink? I did. Even&lt;br /&gt;though it was water for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me all sorts of questions, but later I&lt;br /&gt;realized I asked her none, even though I was so into&lt;br /&gt;her. I took here back to my small apartment and we&lt;br /&gt;made out. Normally I don't eat while I'm Fasting&lt;br /&gt;but... Bad joke sorry, but I listened to you &lt;br /&gt;everyday so I know you can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was so great... But I think you put&lt;br /&gt;something in my water and being in pharmaceuticals&lt;br /&gt;that's easy to do. I remember laying in bed with her&lt;br /&gt;and looking at her hands while she laid nude on her&lt;br /&gt;stomach. There were small circles on the fingertips&lt;br /&gt;and on the palms of her hand. Something told me these&lt;br /&gt;had been some sort of suction-cups, like an octopus&lt;br /&gt;might have... maybe a birth defect that she had&lt;br /&gt;removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she rolled over and looked at me and her eyes&lt;br /&gt;were yellow and her pupils were black slits. She&lt;br /&gt;seemed so demonic that I guess I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up not remembering anything, but for the rest&lt;br /&gt;of the weekend I had strange dreams about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I asked whether she was coming back to work and&lt;br /&gt;my boss didn't know who I was talking about. No one at&lt;br /&gt;the office even remembered her at the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I imagine her? Was she an alien sent to observe&lt;br /&gt;me? Am I insane? Don't answer!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Having naughty sex...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/having-naughty-sex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 02:20:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-8605822378237793036</guid><description>Shannon Fisk 28 of Dinuba says she has seen Black&lt;br /&gt;Triangles many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jerry, and local aliens, One night after&lt;br /&gt;seeing my favorite band Six Ounce Gloves my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;well, my Ex anyway and I were parked up at Sky Harbor&lt;br /&gt;having naughty sex. It was so clear that night and the&lt;br /&gt;full moon was reflected in the water. Suddenly it&lt;br /&gt;looked like a big boat blocked the shimmer on the&lt;br /&gt;water, but actually it was like a cloud cut in front of&lt;br /&gt;the moon in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked again and it was a huge triangular blimp. I&lt;br /&gt;say it was a blimp because it made no noise. My&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend is such a pussy cause he got all scared and&lt;br /&gt;didn't even put his pants back on, just pulled out and&lt;br /&gt;jumped in the car. He was crying! Jerry can you&lt;br /&gt;believe that? Scared him right out of his pants! I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch the thing move across the sky, but my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend started yelling at me to get in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving away and he was crying like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;I saw what looked like a search light shoot out of it&lt;br /&gt;and scan the water. I thought it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night at home and in bed I couldn't sleep I&lt;br /&gt;was so excited. But finally did. I dreamed about a boy&lt;br /&gt;I used to date who is a bartender, he knows you and&lt;br /&gt;says nice things about you. In the dream I'm&lt;br /&gt;making love to him like I used to do, but when I look&lt;br /&gt;at his face he is actually an alien. I know it's a&lt;br /&gt;dream, but it seems so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some girls have a thing for boys from outer&lt;br /&gt;space. Thanks for a fun show!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I was so excited...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-so-excited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 07:16:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-6590956287416775187</guid><description>Judith Cooper 29 of Fresno writes about the&lt;br /&gt;Larry King UFO Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I hope you saw Larry King that night it was all&lt;br /&gt;about aliens. I think when CNN talks about UFO's&lt;br /&gt;without talking down to people that it's a sign that&lt;br /&gt;there's a good possibility that they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I was a little girl my dad drove me out&lt;br /&gt;into the country to watch a meteor shower. While&lt;br /&gt;watching the sky and laying on a blanket we saw a huge&lt;br /&gt;black triangle float silently across the sky blocking&lt;br /&gt;out the stars and moon. I was so excited. I think it&lt;br /&gt;brought my dad and me closer together because mom&lt;br /&gt;didn't believe either of us. To this day it's like a&lt;br /&gt;secret we keep that bonds us. That night was very&lt;br /&gt;special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there must be intelligent beings flying&lt;br /&gt;around us, cause anyone that could build something so&lt;br /&gt;huge must be very powerful."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>She woke up...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-woke-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 01:12:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-9218977121923727460</guid><description>Sierra Ortega 25 of Reedley sent this story in about&lt;br /&gt;years of abductions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jerry, I hear these stories you read and&lt;br /&gt;they make me sad, sometimes I laugh too. I've been&lt;br /&gt;abducted many times and remember just a few. I believe&lt;br /&gt;my father has been taken by aliens since he was a&lt;br /&gt;little boy. In my family there is no shame or ridicule&lt;br /&gt;about life on other worlds. I guess it is our culture&lt;br /&gt;to accept it. It is in our art, music and way of life.&lt;br /&gt;My older sister told me about a night when she woke up&lt;br /&gt;to see a Grey alien walking around our bedroom looking&lt;br /&gt;at our books and paintings. I had painted a picture of&lt;br /&gt;a clown selling curros at a market. She told me the&lt;br /&gt;alien looked at it for a long time. I hope he or she&lt;br /&gt;liked it cause I only got a B for that painting in&lt;br /&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the aliens only abduct and experiment on&lt;br /&gt;creative people and people who are artistic who might&lt;br /&gt;prepare the rest for the day when all the aliens will&lt;br /&gt;live with us."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I've seen things...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-seen-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 07:09:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-4078741645101001596</guid><description>Ally Butler, a Desert Shield Veteran with a bit of a&lt;br /&gt;potty mouth writes me and I'm not sure if she likes me&lt;br /&gt;or not, but this chick's got my respect and she's my&lt;br /&gt;hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Jerry, I was a Staff Sergeant in the Marine Corps&lt;br /&gt;with Marine Air Control Group One (MACS 1) we deployed&lt;br /&gt;to the Persian Gulf. When the military was first&lt;br /&gt;deployed into the Persian Gulf theater, they were not&lt;br /&gt;allowed to take the women of their unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said at that point that to take the women in&lt;br /&gt;what the Arabian society considered "men's roles"&lt;br /&gt;would offend them and that would hurt the war effort.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only military intelligence specialist in my&lt;br /&gt;unit. I donned my gear, my weapons and a very&lt;br /&gt;concealing flak jacket. Ten days after the beginning&lt;br /&gt;of the war I was in-country with my fellow Marines. I&lt;br /&gt;kept a low profile and did the job I that I had&lt;br /&gt;trained with my unit for 3 years to do. I am told that&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the first women in-country at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a farm girl. Grew up listening to heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;And thought anyone like you, who tried to tell me&lt;br /&gt;about life on other planets or that we even went to&lt;br /&gt;the moon was a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear a sly smile behind your voice when you read&lt;br /&gt;these sincere letters from poor folks who've&lt;br /&gt;encountered things their minds have a hard time&lt;br /&gt;getting around. Well, shame on you for making fun of&lt;br /&gt;them if that's what you are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen things I hope my kids never see. I've been&lt;br /&gt;to the part of the world where I was never born to&lt;br /&gt;see. In the desert night sky my unit saw many odd&lt;br /&gt;things from the oldest part of the planet. I met many&lt;br /&gt;people who not only saw things with their own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but with multi-million dollar equipment. There is more&lt;br /&gt;in this universe than men who wage war with each&lt;br /&gt;other. I've seen things, so shut the hell up if you&lt;br /&gt;can't believe what your listeners are telling you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make fun of what you don't know."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I believe I was pregnant...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/christine-finch-of-clovis-sent-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 9 Jan 2008 07:02:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-7849721905412668838</guid><description>Christine Finch of Clovis sent this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dearest Jerry and aliens of Area 69, So I'm a junior&lt;br /&gt;in high school and it's quite interesting. I've always&lt;br /&gt;been open to the possibility of being a sexual&lt;br /&gt;plaything for aliens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same went for how I was regarded by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Junior high came along,(the tragedies, drugs,&lt;br /&gt;suicides, general depression) and I was put in the&lt;br /&gt;place of being the one who'd be left, the one who'd&lt;br /&gt;survive... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I believe I was pregnant. I had all&lt;br /&gt;the symptoms... Then nothing. I believe they knocked&lt;br /&gt;me up and then took my baby away... I adored my alien&lt;br /&gt;friends in a way which I now know was love... But not&lt;br /&gt;until a year or two ago did I realize that I was&lt;br /&gt;possibly what they call a hybrid myself. I was part&lt;br /&gt;human and part alien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clued a few of my friends to that possibility and&lt;br /&gt;that was it. From then on it has kind of seeped into&lt;br /&gt;others' consciousness. Some people don't know and I&lt;br /&gt;don't make a point to inform people of it unless the&lt;br /&gt;occasion calls for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many here that are aliens... I know that you&lt;br /&gt;too, Jerry know this. I can tell from listening to you&lt;br /&gt;that you can see it. I've seen your picture and can&lt;br /&gt;see it in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school really sucks for me! And now I can hopefully &lt;br /&gt;build on my relationships with my off world friends. &lt;br /&gt;It feels like everyone I know is an alien in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of the aliens here want to hurt us, but I&lt;br /&gt;believe as many of my friends do, that they are&lt;br /&gt;changing us to make that next step in our evolutionary&lt;br /&gt;journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have told me this area where we all live is very&lt;br /&gt;important in our future. Is that why you moved here?&lt;br /&gt;Is that why others are moving here? Is that why big&lt;br /&gt;business and Government is focusing on the San Joaquin&lt;br /&gt;Valley? Is Fresno soon to be a Space Port for&lt;br /&gt;travelers of unknown regions and worlds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know..."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>We were stripped down...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-were-stripped-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 8 Jan 2008 06:59:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-7500986091290192785</guid><description>Faisia Munro 27 of Shaver Lake sent this tale of&lt;br /&gt;lights dive bombing her and a friend on a late night&lt;br /&gt;raft float and skinny dipping adventure during her&lt;br /&gt;19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I am so excited that you're bringing Area&lt;br /&gt;69 to the web cause I want to tell you about me and&lt;br /&gt;my friend one late night on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stripped down and swimming nude and playing&lt;br /&gt;with each other on a raft in the middle of the lake&lt;br /&gt;when there were millions of stars bright in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so afraid we were going to get caught by my&lt;br /&gt;and her parents who were in the cabin sleeping. We had&lt;br /&gt;snuck out to fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laying on our backs in the raft staring at the&lt;br /&gt;sky when out of no where it looked like a meteor&lt;br /&gt;shower shooting around the lake. Then these lights,&lt;br /&gt;balls of light zoomed around the lake and flew around&lt;br /&gt;us. They were, if I had to guess about the size of a&lt;br /&gt;basketball. They would skim the water and then dip&lt;br /&gt;into and under the water without making a splash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam ashore and ran to the cabin without any of our&lt;br /&gt;swimsuits. We had to go about a half a mile to the&lt;br /&gt;cabin through the woods nude holding each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind us the lights continued and then shot straight&lt;br /&gt;up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that night."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sherry had a visitation of the worst kind...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/sherry-had-visitation-of-worst-kind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 7 Jan 2008 00:55:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-4806505325543123971</guid><description>April Jennings 25 of Auburn says she doesn't believe&lt;br /&gt;she's ever been abducted and had forced sex with&lt;br /&gt;aliens but tell me she believes her friend who we will&lt;br /&gt;call Sherry has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day her friends were all out at Lost Lake smoking&lt;br /&gt;and drinking when there were three helicopters&lt;br /&gt;sweeping the area. It was dark and their searchlights&lt;br /&gt;were bright. The gang sat on the hoods of their cars&lt;br /&gt;and watched them go through their maneuvers. It seemed&lt;br /&gt;like an hour went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April walked over to Sherry when the helicopters left&lt;br /&gt;and Sherry was crying. April thought Sherry had had a&lt;br /&gt;fight with her boyfriend and had walked off from the&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry told April later that something bad had&lt;br /&gt;happened. That she had been molested. April thought&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys or some creepy dude out in the area&lt;br /&gt;attacked Sherry. But Sherry never told her who it&lt;br /&gt;was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next days revealed nightmares and missing time for&lt;br /&gt;all those involved. April now believes, thanks to Area&lt;br /&gt;69 that Sherry had a visitation of the worst kind and&lt;br /&gt;somehow they may all have witnessed it but had their&lt;br /&gt;memories erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April says, "Thanks to Area 69 for opening my eyes to &lt;br /&gt;those things that exists here in the valley that we don't &lt;br /&gt;always see."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I notice women all the time...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-notice-women-all-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 6 Jan 2008 01:52:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-4098916338753141366</guid><description>Annie Bell 19 of Woodward Park talks about alien&lt;br /&gt;abduction hand me downs in her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jerry, I guess you could say that deep down I have&lt;br /&gt;always been attracted to the weird. But like a lot of&lt;br /&gt;us we are bought up to believe in God, date lots of&lt;br /&gt;men, get married and maybe one day have kids. When you&lt;br /&gt;find that there's more in the Universe than what we&lt;br /&gt;see... It can really change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother got divorced 7 years ago, My father&lt;br /&gt;remarried 2 years after that. My stepmom is a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, kind, considerate and just adores me. I&lt;br /&gt;thought that my parent's would solve all my problems&lt;br /&gt;and somehow would shelter me from any strange feelings&lt;br /&gt;that I might have about late night terrors, medical&lt;br /&gt;experiments and lights that lift me through the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling up into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How naive could I have been... People told me I was&lt;br /&gt;just stressed with family troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I have a good life and everything that I have&lt;br /&gt;ever wanted I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl a couple of years ago who goes to Clovis&lt;br /&gt;West and although there were mutual feelings, we never&lt;br /&gt;took it further than admitting to a belief in aliens,&lt;br /&gt;UFO's and life on other worlds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night sitting in her car getting high,&lt;br /&gt;she showed me a fresh scar on her stomach. As&lt;br /&gt;soon as I saw it I remembered a painful metal stick&lt;br /&gt;being pushed into me near the same spot on my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled down my skirt and in the moonlight she too&lt;br /&gt;saw my scar. We both freaked they looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't even speak. However the intensity of how&lt;br /&gt;I felt about her has changed my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom about any scars on her stomach and she&lt;br /&gt;told me about the one she has had since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;I believe my mother has been abducted and somehow&lt;br /&gt;passed it on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I notice women all the time just like us.&lt;br /&gt;Strange, damaged, broken, lonely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to build up the courage to go on."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>She slowly pulled down the sheets...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-slowly-pulled-down-sheets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 5 Jan 2008 06:48:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-1285935893668789969</guid><description>Shannon Riley 21 of Hanford wrote to me three times&lt;br /&gt;and here's her basic story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, I came out and admitted to my mother about my&lt;br /&gt;relationship with an alien from Palates when I was&lt;br /&gt;about 14. She was sorry worried about me, but knew&lt;br /&gt;something had been going on in the bedroom at night,&lt;br /&gt;muffled noises, lights flickering under the door, her&lt;br /&gt;inability to move while she laid in bed wanting to&lt;br /&gt;help me, but I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few months or so, I would get a ringing in my&lt;br /&gt;ear and that's when I knew my space friend Solicy&lt;br /&gt;would come and get in my bed. It was like I knew her&lt;br /&gt;for a million years. She was reptilian. Smooth dolphin&lt;br /&gt;like skin, thin, and long with a long tongue that split at&lt;br /&gt;the end. Her eyes were slanted and her pupils were&lt;br /&gt;like a cat's eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was green but in moonlight her shiny skin had many&lt;br /&gt;colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first remember meeting her when I spent the night at&lt;br /&gt;my friend's house because she was having a slumber&lt;br /&gt;party. There were about 10 girls there. We played&lt;br /&gt;truth or dare and one of my friends asked me to French&lt;br /&gt;kiss the girl to my right. That was my best friend. I&lt;br /&gt;was a little shy at first. We did it and it felt&lt;br /&gt;pretty good. After that I really got turned on. When&lt;br /&gt;we were done, I asked my best friend if she liked the&lt;br /&gt;kiss. She said sort of and asked if I wanted to again.&lt;br /&gt;I went for it. Nobody was really looking but we made&lt;br /&gt;out for a while. After that she asked me if we wanted&lt;br /&gt;to have a deep relationship because she wanted to. I&lt;br /&gt;said yes. After that we came out in front of our&lt;br /&gt;friends and they didn't like it and her mother was&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentalist Church woman. We were both 17 and we&lt;br /&gt;broke it off a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was dreaming she came in through my&lt;br /&gt;bedroom window and I was sleeping as usual on my&lt;br /&gt;stomach. She slowly pulled down the sheets and began&lt;br /&gt;kissing me on my spine. Then tickling me with her&lt;br /&gt;tongue. I was so excited to have her back in my life,&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't her it was Solicy the love from the&lt;br /&gt;stars. She came to me because she said she had been&lt;br /&gt;watching me for years and couldn't stand to see me&lt;br /&gt;ache anymore. I like humans but I have a new&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend. I don't know about regular human sex.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, this story is true and if you give me your&lt;br /&gt;cellphone number I will call you to visit us when&lt;br /&gt;Solicy's mission brings her back to me in the next few&lt;br /&gt;weeks. I have sent you a few of my drawings of us&lt;br /&gt;together, she is teaching me how to paint."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>When I was a lil' girl...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-was-lil-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 4 Jan 2008 02:42:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-1785530986839945334</guid><description>Mandy Robbins 31 of Visalia sent me this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Jerry, Please don't give out my name... I worked&lt;br /&gt;for the last 12 years as a maid when my job moved out&lt;br /&gt;of state. I clean several offices a week. It's a good,&lt;br /&gt;quiet job that takes place overnight and nobody&lt;br /&gt;bothers me. I get to listen to the radio all night and &lt;br /&gt;on my drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was cleaning an office for a Doctor in Fig&lt;br /&gt;Garden. In his office were many books and pictures&lt;br /&gt;about the history of the San Joaquin valley and&lt;br /&gt;Fresno. There were maps and videotapes about UFO's. I&lt;br /&gt;was on my break and just sneaking a peek at his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a picture of a Policeman, his old cruiser and&lt;br /&gt;he was holding what looked like the broken fin of an&lt;br /&gt;old Chevy. The police cruiser was a Fresno Sheriffs&lt;br /&gt;vehicle from way back. It looks like there might have&lt;br /&gt;been an alien space craft crash sometime in the past&lt;br /&gt;around the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there I started thinking about when I was a&lt;br /&gt;lil' girl on my granddad's farm and there where little&lt;br /&gt;people I use to play with in the barn. My family told&lt;br /&gt;me that they were just my imaginary friends, but now I&lt;br /&gt;don't think so... I remember being up in the hay with&lt;br /&gt;these lil' Grey friends and my Dad runs out with a&lt;br /&gt;shotgun blasting in the air scaring them off. If they&lt;br /&gt;were imaginary who was my dad shooting at?"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I had been molested...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/helen-obra-27-of-tulare-emailed-me-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 3 Jan 2008 04:37:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-5798851329706050275</guid><description>Helen Obra 27 of Tulare emailed me with the following&lt;br /&gt;story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Jerry, I've wanted to tell you this story for&lt;br /&gt;sometime, but knowing how crazy you are was&lt;br /&gt;afraid you'd make fun of me. Before I was out of&lt;br /&gt;school and had racked up debts I wanted to pay off my&lt;br /&gt;loans and help my family with some cash. Since I went&lt;br /&gt;to UC Santa Barbara and my family couldn't really&lt;br /&gt;afford it, I drove all the way to Fresno to make some&lt;br /&gt;cash as a stripper in one of the two clubs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this for about a year, made good money and never&lt;br /&gt;ran into anyone I knew from school. I paid off almost&lt;br /&gt;all my student loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as I was dancing and green laser light that&lt;br /&gt;the club had hit me in the eye and something about the&lt;br /&gt;flash reminded me of something I had always&lt;br /&gt;forgotten... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I always believed I had been molested by a family&lt;br /&gt;member and kept quiet about it because I was so&lt;br /&gt;confused. I never had any great relationships with&lt;br /&gt;men. My roommate at school was my great love and she&lt;br /&gt;really took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night on stage I remembered vividly three aliens&lt;br /&gt;pulling the blankets off my bed when I was a teenager&lt;br /&gt;and shinning a green light in my eyes from a glass&lt;br /&gt;rod. Then they had inserted some fluid in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have looked strange just standing there in the&lt;br /&gt;club remembering that, but they say your mind never&lt;br /&gt;gives you more than it can handle, so I guess it was&lt;br /&gt;time that the truth came out for me."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I woke up sitting in my car...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-woke-up-sitting-in-my-car.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 Jan 2008 03:34:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-6278492432758296375</guid><description>Things didn't go well for a Nurse named Bette Reegan&lt;br /&gt;24 of Clovis when she tried to help an injured dog&lt;br /&gt;laying in the middle of the road on Highway 99 on her&lt;br /&gt;way home after a late shift at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming the dog and walking off to the side of&lt;br /&gt;the road, she became dizzy and collapsed in front of&lt;br /&gt;her cars headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up sitting in my car in the parking lot of&lt;br /&gt;shopping center and only after a year of therapy and&lt;br /&gt;hypnosis did I finally piece together my abduction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't tell me everything, but did say she is&lt;br /&gt;putting the horrible details of extreme sexual&lt;br /&gt;experiences with various alien creatures and two&lt;br /&gt;lesbian encounters with other abductees in a hidden&lt;br /&gt;underground base under Lamor Airforce in a new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she is not trying to cash in on her&lt;br /&gt;tragedy, but after leaving  her job of nursing has&lt;br /&gt;started a line of clothing she calls "alienwear."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Alone one weekend...</title><link>http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/alone-one-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 1 Jan 2008 06:31:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646053734732754854.post-5867985791422085695</guid><description>Lara Duarte, 21, said that although she knows her&lt;br /&gt;family doesn't believe in UFO's they are trying to&lt;br /&gt;protect her and the community from aliens. Expressing&lt;br /&gt;sadness after several doctor exams that reveal strange&lt;br /&gt;markings on her back and buttocks Lara and her mother&lt;br /&gt;are seeking counseling at her church and with a San&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Dr. that deals with alien abductees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara lives in Fresno, but her parents live near Course&lt;br /&gt;Gold and that distance alone has been too much for&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone one weekend on a drive to visit her parents Lara&lt;br /&gt;became disoriented and pulled over not knowing where&lt;br /&gt;she was. Odd because she knows this area well.&lt;br /&gt;According to Lara she was somehow moved with her car&lt;br /&gt;to Riverside without adding any extra miles to her&lt;br /&gt;car. Several hours were missing without her knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Lara's father believes her car get good gas mileage&lt;br /&gt;and that she drinks and smokes too much and draws too&lt;br /&gt;much attention to herself with the trashy clothes she&lt;br /&gt;wears. He also noted she needs to find a man and stop&lt;br /&gt;asking him for money. He then added it wouldn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;her to lose a few pounds. Nice father...</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>