An unexpected break in activites here, so I've returned to follow-up with what I began. First, this is a link to what some are calling crop circles, but for me, these look like evidence of whirlwind activity:
http://www.tmnews.com/stories/2008/09/1 ... 277370.tms
Bedford is in southern IN, about 75 miles to the north of me.
As for the use of the oscillator, I had an unusual introduction to this. I'd never seen one or knew of its existence prior to my experience of abduction. In 2003, I was abducted. I don't know any other way to explain what happened. I was in my bed asleep but woke up in a kind of drugged daze sitting in a maroon colored leather seat on an aircraft of some sort. I was next to an oval window and as I looked out I could see the high mountains with clouds around their tops and lots of deep valleys and gourges beneath me.This was on my left side. I knew the sun was on my right. As I looked ahead, I could see a multi-story building wedged into the side of a mountain. There were several levels above ground, but also at least one level below ground, judging by the windows I saw. It looked like a hospital. I also noticed there were a lot of people on this plane with me,all of them asleep. I must have fallen asleep again, because I don't remember landing, but the next thing I knew was that there was directions being given by ? to get off the plane and watch my step. I remember the steps. They were the grated metal kind with a metal ballister to hold onto. I think there were 6 or 8 steps. As I was coming down the steps, carefully, I looked to my left at the plane and noticed it was maroon on the bottom half and white on the top half. I don't recall anything else about the plane. I realized I was drugged and had to pay attention to walking, carefully. I also felt happy to be in the sun. It felt good to me. Probably another facet of the drug. As everyone came off the plane, I was focused on soaking up the sun. Then there was a human hand pushing me on my back and a male voice telling me to move along. I walked toward the front of this hospital looking building to join the others gathered there. I saw that the building had a glassed in foyer under a portico type of facade and a circular concrete drive through. There was a circular concrete planter at the front of this and it had some really beautiful pink flowering bushes and other kinds of plants in it. I was talking aloud about how pretty the flowers were, and then I had another human hand push with verbal male instruction to move on. I think I was the last one going inside, because all the seats around the waiting room were filled with sleeping people. I was standing there next to a column, trying to adjust my vision so I could see better. I saw a line of lunchroom type of folding tables at the other end of the room with people sitting on the side next to the wall. In front of each of them were stacks of papers. I couldn't see their faces. I could see their feet. They each had on green camo pants and highly polished black leather boots laced up. To the left of me was a ? nurses station that had the big window with frosted glass sliding doors. The thought suddenly hit me that they had my best friend, Margaret, somewhere, and I started screaming at them to let me see her. One of these sliding glass doors opened and I saw 2 young nurses, one blonde and one brunette. They were dressed like nurses and they were laughing at me, almost like it was unusual for me to be acting like this. In my screaming, a doctor looking guy came up behind the nurses with a manilla file folder and handed it to the blonde nurse. In the course of all this happening, two huge males carrying rifles hanging by straps on their shoulders had each of my arms in a vice grip. I couldn't see their faces, but I could see they were wearing black tshirts and green camo pants. I was really struggling and faked a dead faint, at which point they kinda loosened their grip on me. I then jumped up and ran for the double doors on the other side of that nurses' station to go and try to find Margaret and get us the hell out of there. As I was doing this, the male hands had gripped me again, and I heard a female voice over the loudspeaker saying "Let her go. We can't use her anyway. Just give her some busywork to do." I felt a slight pin prick in my neck and they let loose. I went through the double doors and saw that it was a hallway with another hallway to the left and a flight of stairs farther down and on the left. On my right, was first the nurses' station window and door. I tried it. It was locked. I went to the next door and window on the right, and it was locked and the window had a tan fabric shade pulled so I couldn't see inside that room. I continued on and had to make a decision to climb the stairs, or go down the hallway. I took the hallway because I was so tired. I was also babbling out amazingly complex mathematical computations much like a talking calculator would/could do. The last thing I remember of being inside that hospital is trying to get down that hallway. The next memory is that I'm outside in front of the hospital and all these people are in couples and standing around talking to their partner. I don't have a partner, and I don't have one of those dark green plastic palm thingys either. One was holding the device and both were intent on watching the display screen it had and twisting this dial thing and punching in these ? codes that they were saying in unison out loud with each other. I tried to make small talk with some of them, but they didn't see me. There was one couple, a man and woman, I'd guess in their 40s, had really nice tans and wearing chino shorts and tropical type of shirts, and another couple was an African American grandmother and I'd guess her teenage grandson. I was still groggy and fighting not falling asleep on my feet. The sun was shining almost overhead and it was hot. My next memory is boarding the plane again, by the same set of metal steps. I'm really thankful to be inside in the cool air and loving the comfort of that leather seat.
Next memory is that I wake up suddenly in my bed with a deep burning pain on the top of my right hand. I look and notice there's a triangle shaped raw sore that's at the base of my ring finger. There is a tiny deep hole at each corner of the triangle and the inside of the wound looks puffy and burned, no skin on it. I got ready for work really fast and when I got there, I proceeded to tell my coworker and best friend Margaret all about this really weird dream. And I'm babbling on, not paying much attention to how gray skinned she's getting. And then I showed her the mark I had on my hand. Without a word, she showed me the same mark on herself, except it was on the underside of her right forearm, closer to her elbow. To this day, she refuses to talk about that. Needless to say, I don't feel we have the same friend connection we had prior to all that. Her choice, not mine.
After that experience, I did have my local vet look at my wound.
He said it was some type of burn, probably where I had touched a hot object and if I had complications to see a physician. The wound size wasn't more than a quarter of an inch at its widest, so it wasn't like it was life threatening or anything. But it did take a long time for that to heal. I'm so wrinkled now, I have to stretch my skin to see the faint scar it left.
My husband and I sleep in separate bedrooms. He claims I snore. I know for a fact that he does.
I searched for months online trying to find that palm thing these couples were using in their robotic chanting frame of mind. It was really bothering me that I couldn't find anything similar to what I'd got a glimpse of. And then, on another forum, a poster suggested I look at an oscillator. BINGO! As far as I know, that's what they were using. I remember the display screen and the dial and the keypad. I can't recall any of the chants they were saying, but it seemed as though it had to be a team effort, and they seemed highly pleased with themselves for getting it right?
Who knows? Not me.
I had a major heart attack in Nov of 2004. After keeping me fully sedated for several days, I was totally out of it, I came awake when the medical staff were pulling the pelvic heart pump out of me. Actually, I became conscious when they were cutting the stitches on my upper legs that had held this pump in place. I was telling them that they were hurting me and to stop, but they didn't hear me. So my inside self set up out of me and told them that they were evil MFs and had no mercy. Anyway, I am fairly certain there's a class of memory blocking drugs that are at least partially ineffective on me, for whatever reason. I don't understand why that is, but I can remember specific details while I'm supposed to be knocked out by these drugs. I know I'm drugged, but I also know that I'm conscious.
Why would groups of people have to be mind programmed to use an oscillator? Couldn't they ask for volunteers or something?
Hi again lizzie. I just now saw your last post prior to getting ready to post the above.
I'm not familiar with the Kentucky Shadow Chasers, but they might be a group I need to contact. I've addressed what I know about the New Madrid info, which isn't all that much, but hopefully can lead to further linkages. And that Project Magnet is new to me. I'll have to really take the time and try to read through that. Like I say, I'm not scientifically intelligent to any extent, so it takes me longer to wrestle comprehension out of subject matter than it would for others.
And lizzie. Thank you. I'm very grateful and humbled by open minds.