Many people have had experiences in their lives that they consider mysterious or unexplained.    More often than not, such an experience is deemed paranormal in nature because it  cannot be explained using the five senses.   The following is one such story. 

At the age of eight years old, while living out in the country in San Antonio, Texas, I had an  experience with Gray Horses.  Many, many Gray Horses. They wanted to take me away and  never bring me back.  

On the night of this event, Mom had cooked a family favorite that evening.  It was aroz con  pollo or in the English translation, chicken and rice MEXICAN style.  Although Mom was  polish, the woman could cook any meal from any culture as if it were her native food.  This  meal was no exception.  IT was a favorite of anyone who was lucky enough to be invited to  our table when this meal was being served.   

My job, after every evening meal was to wash, dry and put up all the dishes followed with,  mopping and sweeping the kitchen floors.  After having eaten this favorite meal on this  particular night I noticed I felt very groggy, not right, and sleepy to the point of not being  able to function well. It proved a trying task to complete my nightly duties and as soon as  they were completed I retired to my bedroom to give into this strange state I found myself in.  IT was a very dark night and it seemed to have gotten dark very quickly. I fell into a  deep sleep only to awaken around 3:30 or 4:00a.m., from a very strange and vivid dream  feeling very ill.   

 SETTING THE STAGE:  

My bedroom was pretty much isolated from the rest of the house, had two entrances, one of  which was located almost directly right off the kitchen (the kitchen was the only backyard outlet from the back part of our house) with a short hall between the two rooms.   My other bedroom door opened up  to a large den with front doors that led outside to the front yard, and also separated my area of the house from the rest of the house. The rest of the house on the complete other side, included my five  brother’s bedrooms, my parents’ bedroom, the bathrooms, and my baby sisters’ bedroom.  Connected to the den facing the back outside part of the house was my fathers’ library or office and then there was a hall on both sides of this office one leading back to the boys’  areas and TV room and the other bedrooms etc., with the other hall leading into the kitchen and the formal dining room.   So as you can see, my room was very isolated from the rest of the home and at  night was the quietest area of our huge home since I was usually the only one ever in that  area at that time of day or night. My quickest route to outside was through the hall from my bedroom, through the kitchen and out the back door to the back yard. Our home was surrounded by crop fields and to one side a very heavily  wooded area.  

This particular home was a very spooky place to my five brothers and me.  Many of us had  witnessed so many things that could not be explained like the “see-through” man who  constantly came and went through our underground tornado shelter. This man would never  hurt us and we felt he was okay to be around and we actually got used to him.   My oldest  brother Wayne would actually try to talk to this “see-through” man and although the man  never made any sounds or ever spoke back, he would gesture to Wayne quite a bit.   My Mother  had even witnessed this man and ordered my brother to stop trying to engage him  in conversation or antics.   Yeah right Mom!  As if Wayne would ever listen?   This man scared my Mother and bad and it was scary to see my Mom, of all people afraid of  something.   

The overall energy of this home and its surroundings was a very dark heavy dense bordering of menacing energy.   I was always terrified for reasons never clear.  I wouldn't go anywhere  without the company of one of my brothers or a parent at all times.  This was a real problem  for my parents and they were very concerned about me and scolded me quite a  bit.  I just felt the place was evil and I wanted us to move out of there so very badly. I  always felt that my very life was at stake there. 

I have tried to set the stage for the reader to understand that 1) I was very isolated from my family because of the location of my bedroom, and 2) venturing outside at night when it was DARK was not something that I would have done.  NOT ever!  I would not do it in  broad daylight more or less at night. 

In this particular night, I found myself awakened feeling very ill after having had a very  strange dream in which I was being given a green fluid to drink but my body would not tolerate and it kept rejecting it and I would vomit profusely.  I was being instructed by these  unseen beings that I was to get up, go outside and wait for the gray horses to come and get  me.  When they got there I was to obey them and go with them when it was time to go. They were to take me into the heavily wooded area of our land and I would not ever come back from the back part of that place.    

I woke up hotter than I remember ever being in my life. I was drenched in sweat feeling very sick at my stomach.  I went through the kitchen, grabbed a bar stool, climbed  it and unlatched the door.  I proceeded outside where I vomited in real life  profusely and the vomit was green; a lime green.  The next thing I knew my Dad was right  there beside me. He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.  He immediately  started checking me and I realize now as an adult that I never saw Dad come out of the  house and I was amazed to find myself outside without being in total fear like I always  was.  This was the only time I was not in fear at that the home the whole time we  lived there. 
I began telling my Dad that the horses were coming to get me and that I had to go.  I had no choice amd I had to go.  I told him of my dream and all that had happened in the dream. My Dad seemed to have already known what was going on.  He informed me I did not have  to go and that he would NOT allow me to go nor would he allow anyone to take me from  him.

                                                      

Right about that time, coming up the driveway which was on the same side of my bedroom and kitchen was a group of many, many horses.  They were all gray.  Sure enough they made their way to me and I was about to mount one as I was instructed to do by some sort of telepathy because everyone knows horses do not talk.   My father stepped in and pulled me down in mid air before I ever mounted the horses back.  He proceeded to confront these horses by reciting something that seemed like a prayer in a very strange language I did not understand. The recitations of my Dad had a very upsetting affect on the horses.  They were angry and agitated and they huffed and snorted quite a bit as if  they were threatening my father.  My father got a grin on his face and continued his  recitations.  HE seemed to be having fun doing this and even though I could tell he was a  bit urgent and concerned about his power in this situation he was asserting himself and  his power over these beings.  They did not like it and at times even seemed to in total confusion and dismay.  I do not know how I know this, I am just reciting what I remember  and what we discussed many years later with my father.   These creatures were  not computing what my Dad was doing and they did not like it one bit.   

Finally, after about 15 minutes of this posturing between my and the horses, they abruptly  made an angry retreat and left galloping across the field and all of a sudden completely  disappeared from sight. LIKE Poof they were gone.   

My dad, picked me up in his arms, told me that it was going to be okay now. He told me that if  I had gone with them, he, Mom, the boys and Chell would never have seen me again and  that I do not belong to them but to him and Mom.   He took me inside gave me aspirin  and a wet clothe with lavender on it and eased me back to bed.   The next day, my Mom  kept asking me if I was okay and would comment that I did not seem to be myself.  I do not  recall what my answer was to her but I do recall thinking about what happened the night  before.  So I was aware that this event took place and that there was no "missing time" involved unless that happened while I was asleep before ever having gone outside.

Some things seem important now that I am older.  I was terrified of the night skies when I was  a child.  I had fears that far surpassed the normal “MONSTER IN THE CLOSET” child hood  scare. But these events did not even make their way into my conscience daily thoughts.    They just operated me, motivated me without me ever being cognizant of them.  My  awareness that fear was ruling me was below par even for a child.    

It was not until the early 1980’s when this filed away episode revisited my life and finally got full attention and analyization.

My husband, George and I, were two peas in a pod.  THE best of friends (we still are) and we had a very adventurous life together while we were still married.  Our life together was  never ever boring in any kind of way. 

 ONE day while on a trip to the Rio Grande Valley, Texas, we were on our way back home in route to Houston driving the long baron crop lined roads prominent in the Rio Grande Valley, when we found ourselves with something strange hovering over our car, making a  very soft humming sound.  The next thing we knew was that our car lost all power.  The  car came to a halt and would not start up but the radio was on and making all kinds of  strange white noise.  There seemed to be some kind of electromagnetic field around the car but we could not see it. Other than hearing  the humming sound,  and feeling what felt like electricity, what might have been causing the anomaly could not be seen from inside the car.   Just as quickly as it happened it disappeared.  The car started up  again and the radio simmered down to play the station it was on before all this happened.    

We did not ever find out what caused this but out of fun and jokingly, we did check our watches to make sure we had no missing time.  There was no missing time.  

Then on another such incident again in the Rio Grande Valley, as we were driving through the vast country side the Valley is known for, out of the clear blue, I got a funny  feeling and a thought and an image in my mind that was NOT my own that took me back to  the day the gray horses were trying to take me. The image was of a gray horse stepping outside of an orchard onto a gravel driveway, staring me down straight in the eyes  and it was communicating to me that they still had me in their sights and they always  knew where I was.  ALWAYS!  Freaked out I began to blurt this out to George and  Jamie (my precious daughter) trying to tell them everything all at once.  I had never  told them this story ever before.  

After George calmed me down I told them both the above story when I was 8 years old. They  both seemed to be laughing at me and were giving each other the “rolling-eyes”   routine and I felt sheepish to say the least.  I know how far-fetched this story seemed so I laughed with them.  All of a sudden George says “Hey, where are we?   How did we get so turned around? I do not recognize this street. I must have made a wrong turn back there somewhere."   He slowed the car and turned into a driveway to turn the car around and head back to find the street meant to be on. As he turned into the gravel driveway the car died and acted just like it did in the paragraph above. The dang car would NOT start and George was cussing under his breath a bit peeved.  All of a sudden, on one side of the driveway was an orchard and out of the Orchard stepped this big GRAY horse!  The horse seemed to have complete control of us and the car and it literally stared us down with big, big oval eyes.  Jamie and George freaked out.  It was  exactly as I had described to them just moments before about the image of the horse, the surroundings of this horse, gravel driveway and orchard; and what the horse was conveying to me telepathically.     

My heart was beating so hard I thought it would jump right through my chest.  Jamie is literally crying to lets go and George keeps trying to start the car.  Finally after a few minutes the horse steps BACKWARDS back into the orchard and disappears.  The car starts and we head the hell out of there.  

On the way out, we were all visibly shaken.  George is asking twenty thousand questions. Jamie is still sniffling.  The whole trip was tainted with this incident and none of us could shake what had happened.  

When we got back to Houston, we visited my Dad and asked him what he remembered about  the incident when I was 8 and if it ever really did happen.   He said it most certainly did  happen but he refused to elaborate on it at that time with George and Jamie and me.    All he would say at that time was it did happen exactly the way I remembered it did and it was NOT a dream or a fantasy.   IT was a real event and for now that is all he was willing to say on it. 

Many months later, when Dad and I were alone, he explained some things about this incident.    HE said they were UFO Aliens.  They took on the shape of a horse because I loved horses  and they do this a lot with people to keep the trauma of their visit to a manageable level for the person having the experience. Dad told me that what he had recited to them was jabberwocky! Dad used the word "Jabberwocky" when he thought someone was talking crap or what to him was nonsense.   HE told me that we have free will and OUR free will CANNOT be interfered with and it was a UNIVERSAL law  that applies to all of life here on earth and in space and other dimensions.  Dad explained to me that these beings were actually trying to help the earth and the life on earth but that they have their own ways of doing it which is not always the same ways  we humans do things.  Dad further explained that they do not have divinity in them as we do and they are jealous of this fact and want our divinity. He said that they also have a very rigid thought process that does not include humor, satire, sardonic wit or any kind of wit or irony. He said they do not understand humor at all.  He said if you communicate with them in this manner it  literally confuses them and shuts them down or IT DOES NOT COMPUTE for them.   HE also  and finally told me IF we say NO they have to leave us alone.  THEY cannot force us to do anything but we have to first become totally aware that they are engaging with us which they take measures to stop our awareness’s. If they did not stealth us they could not have us in any way, shape or form so my Dad told me to develop awareness every chance I got.   

Since this episode happened, I have had a chance to use what my told me.  The aliens were wrecking complete havoc in my life in the early to mid 1990’s.  They entered my  room at night and I had several visits off the earth so to speak. I had the proverbial black helicopters shooting beams of lights directly into my home late at night on many occasions, which I now know and understand, were the parting scenarios immediately after an abduction.  The  abductions included other Humans OR people working in concert with the aliens as  well.   I did not know how to stop all of this crap back then but it was in the mid 2000’s  when I took the bull by the horn, got sick and tired of being afraid and decided it was gonna be me or them. 

This was the turning point in my life. With my mind I would send out every single day the  message that THEY would NEVER EVER DO THAT to me again. With my mind I told them I  was ready to confront them head on.  I told them I was IN CHARGE and they were NOT. The funny thing is that at the time I decided to reclaim my Power, I lived in the Rio Grande Valley.  I had moved out of Houston to the Valley for a while and it was here where I was able to gain the strength I needed to  take charge.  AND it was here where I would see regularly  while I was driving, sitting out on my patio or just out of the blue I got a notion to look outside and up in the sky, craft  flying over head way up high and I could just tell they were watching me.  I would laugh and get sardonic and satirical, sarcastic and ironic as I could in my thought processes and I would send them those thoughts.  IT was always very quickly that they would disappear from sight after I took charge in this manner.  

BUT they did come to me in my dreams or in my head or into my consciousness. They told me I belonged to them and that I am breaking my agreement with them to be the spokesperson for them.  They told me I was  theirs and that they cultivated me that I am nothing more than a bacteria culture and because of that I belonged to them.  In this dream, I found it amazing that they called me a bacteria culture and that they claimed to have cultivated me from a bacteria culture. This was awesome information for me.  I realized that they meant my physical body and not my spirit. I told them that I was using this bacteria culture right now and when I WAS FINISHED with it, they could have it back.  THAT particular state of mind or telepathic communication ended with a huff on their parts but I knew they would be back.     

Before they came back, I had another dream where my guardian angel told me that I was being  fought over and that the fight was not necessarily good or evil or good vs. evil or right or wrong, but a battle of need.   ONE part of the need was a much darker energy than the other side was and that I should choose the lighter brighter side to be a part of.  BUT that the choice was in fact mine to make.  IT really did not matter what choice I made because the results would be the same in the long run.   That what is meant to happen will happen no matter my part in it.

Sure enough the aliens came back to me in a dream to communicate that I was theirs and I  needed to come back and stand by my agreement. I conveyed what I had learned from my  Guardian Angel and they said they respected that.  But  to let them know if I ever  changed my mind and decided I would help them. They were certain that a time would come that I would see wisdom in my choice to help them and that they would know when the time came when I had a change of heart.    

To this day I have not been bothered in any way whatsoever by any such alien communications  other than strange phone calls every now and again and I know it is them.   I actually feel  a kindness for them now.  AND I do not know nor do I care to know if I had been being  abducted other times in my life.  I do not see that it makes any difference if I had.   AND I  do feel that we will meet again but the next time will be on equal grounds. AND I do  think that the majority of life outside of our planet is trying to help our planet from us humans .  WHEN the time is right, they will be back and it will happen.  

Love and Light, 
The Galaxyline