Looking for people who have been to the grey room

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I personally believe what they do can be seen here on earth by humans...Just as Anthropologists enter into African communities to study their cultural habits...I believe they do the same thing with us...study how we live

I read this thread www.abovetopsecret.com...

In it, Yellow Ledbetter says he/she has had a dream of being in a similar room, has seen similar tall aliens, and was waiting with several other people for a meeting!!!!!

My gosh, this thread just kept going. I had hopped to read all of it before replying, but by page 16, I realized this would be a all nighter thing if I had.

Short answer, I may have been heading for the room, but never made it all the way.

Long answer:

I was just taking a break from a renovation job I was doing for my neighbor, and had decided to step outside for some fresh air. I had been painting all morning, and the fumes, though slight, were bothering me. I and my father both have a hyper sensitive to scent and artificial things in the air. Heck, we get headaches when people walk by with too much perfume, though our definition of too much is quite a bit less then your average joe.

Anyway, I went out onto the patio and sat down in his lounge chair, and took a few nice breaths of the air, clearing my head.

The chair was one that allowed me to lean back, so I did just that. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the sun shine on my face, and feeling the breeze gently wash over me.

Having some time before I needed to get back to work, and thoroughly relaxed by my position, I decided to try and meditate. I could see red with my eyes as the light from the sun filtered through my eyelids. While I started my meditation though, this red slowly began to change.

It was gradual, but very interesting and powerful. The red from the sun felt like just a wall of red directly in front of me, but as it began to change, it's colour changed to a whitish grey, like sun through fog, and it began to surround me. I was aware of it being all around me, like I was standing, or in this case reclining, in a sea of this whitish gery foggy substance. It was quite bright, but not so much as to hurt my eyes. And I could see it all around, even in directions not normally visible to my eyes. It was also getting more and more clear as time went on, and I felt that this was a good thing.

However, it was at this time that my timer went off, informing me that break time was over. I've not been able to recreate this event yet, but to be perfectly fair, this month has been so busy I've not had the chance to earnestly try.

Closest I've had to this before, was when I closed my eyes to meditate but rather then a sea of white, I had it become a field of dark blue. It's possible they are unrelated. And it's also possible that due to my sensitivity, I was having a odd reaction to the paint fumes.

reply to post by Waiting2


Noticed the gray room mentioned while reading this article. (Because of ATS's short quote policy, I am only posting a very minimum external quote of his interview, you will have to go to the link provided to read the rest.

The colors of the walls were a non metallic light gray. As I sat there confused and gripping the steering wheel, the thing appeared next to the drivers seat door -- mine. This time I did not hear it approach my car. I just happened to look towards my left in search of a way out and there it was. Those eyes! It reached out to me with its skinny arm. The hand, I noticed, had five fingers but they were all about the same length. With his white hand he, or it, touched me. He placed the palm of its tiny hand upon my forehead. With this action on the creatures behalf, I faded into darkness.

When I gained my mind I found myself seated in another room along with 14 other people. This room was also the same color as the previous one; a light gray. There were no light fixtures visible to the eye, yet the place was illuminated. I saw no doors or windows. The rest of the people looked as terrified as I felt. None of us spoke. Out of what seemed nowhere, from some point of departure behind us, walked in the two small beings and right behind them came a man.

Source: ufoexperiences.blogspot.com...

This link, to another ATS post is Mr. Rivera's recollection of his abduction experience.

www.abovetopsecret.com...

Hope this information is helpful.

reply to post by Vaykun


Incredible experience, Vaykun! I have also been enveloped in grey while in a state of prayer. I believe many people can experience that while praying.

However, this room was different than what you describe. It was a physical room with a floor, walls, and ceiling. I believe it was on a ship. I keep looking for others who have been there when I was there to hopefully find answers.

Thanks for responding. If you come across someone describing a physical room, please let me know. Thanks!

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Ofhumandescent, thanks for posting. Yes, it sounds like this guy was in a similar place with other people. Those people sounded freaked out, though. The people I was with were all excited and weren't yanked away. We were invited. Interestingly, they were all shown the same thing. They were all chosen so that they would have this information. It's a shame no others came forward to tell what they had seen, too.

This is a great find because it shows that there have been others who have gone to a grey room and have been in that room with a group of people to hear a message. He even saw small beings like I did. I believe we were gathered to hear information as well. I keep hoping to hear from someone who was there and who actually remembers hearing what we were supposed to hear.

Although he and I were not in the same room at the same time, his account is similar to my own experience. Very interesting!! Thanks for showing me this!!!

Its really strange that you mention that, when i was 8 years old my mother took me to a friends house mind you it was a old woman. I bieng a kid and my mom sitting in the kitchen with the lady i started to snoop around.
I opend a door and i say a really long hallway with a wierd bluish light and some wierd doors with no door knobs.
I saw a what you would call signs but they had a color patern i remenber black pink white and orange. i was about to go in but my mother yelled for me and i closed the door. To this day i want to know what the hell was that. Another time when i was 10 i have a wierd memory of bieng in a large room with lots of stainless steel stuff
but not like the kind we have here but almost like liquid looking but firm. I remember seeing a what looked like some type of machine a robot made some wierd humming noise and then what looked like a big missle but the tip of it had lots of holes like a pepper shaker.

reply to post by Waiting2

All the experiences fit together nicely as a religious experience except the grey room and except for the golden guy/yellow guy/ angel.

I talked about him often during spiritual retreats or during counseling sessions. I thought he looked like he was from the future because his clothes were so odd. They sort of glowed.. He glowed. A spiritual director told me that he was "a restless ancestor' of mine but I insisted that no one from the past ever wore clothes like that.

Another one said that the grey room was my mother's womb. I said it had lots of people with luggage in it.

It is interesting to think that an experience with aliens triggered higher states within me causing me to have mystical and religious experiences. What would my life have been like without alien contact?

reply to post by Waiting2


I know this was originally posted in February, but I absolutely have to add my account.

No, I wasn't in the big grey room in 1994. But I have been in one since. Not physically, like you - I want to make that very clear. However, I do a large amount of what some people would consider astral travel (interaction with other conscious beings in some kind of shared reality, a step beyond plain old lucid dreaming where you're still the only consciousness you recognize in a reality you're projecting), and my experience with the grey room could be said to fall into this category.

It was recent... the very end of September. It starts in a dream, when I become lucid.

I "wake up" (realize I am dreaming), and I am on the sidewalk in the outskirts of a small city. It is broad daylight for me, but there are children walking around me, trick-or-treating... I feel as if it is actually dark out, but I see as if it were a bright and sunny day.

I find myself across the street from where I was standing, and I am now in a nice, middle-class home.

There are children who live there, a small girl (3ish?) and her older brother (6ish?). We are in the living room, and her parents are sitting there, but they don't notice us. I know, in the way you do in dreams, that these children are asleep upstairs, but I am in the living room with them.

The girl is bright, very bright. She is babbling, as 3 year olds do, about her favorite TV program, how much she loves it, and I instinctively know she loves it because it is appeals directly to her high level of consciousness. Communicating, helping her understand things that her parents wouldn't be able to.

Then there are beings, small flying alien beings (I cannot picture them now). They mean no harm but they are not particularly friendly. They fly into the house and want the children to follow them.

The little girl sees them, I see them, her parents don't. She points them out to her brother. They follow them out of the house and into an alley way. The parents don't notice... why should they? The children are safe asleep in bed upstairs, even as they leave the house.

I trail behind... I am not part of the plot, just a witness. The little girl knows I am there but her brother doesn't.

In the alley way... things change. We are brought somewhere else... some kind of hallway, a grey or metal hallway. Very alien, sterile, laboratory-ish, which is unusual for me. I'm a 23 year-old female with (cannot emphasize this enough) no real interest in extra terrestrials, and (until this dream) no real belief in the validity of ET experimentation stories.

The beings become aware of my presence. They are now full-size, not small, but I cannot picture them either. I am separated from the children (at that point I felt protective towards them and did not want to let them out of my sight, but I knew they wouldn't be harmed) and brought to an area with a small group of others.

I'm still one of the oldest ones there, which makes me uncomfortable, but this group is mostly teens, and there is another blonde girl around my age, maybe a little older. She is stand-offish or actually rude to me, I can't remember which, which made me defensive because I would have liked to be friends with her. She seems as if she does not want to be there.

There are charts for each of us, with a delineation of how we've scored on certain tests.

I look again at my chart, lined up with the others. There are combinations of letters and numbers that I don't understand, but I do understand that I have less to work on than most of the others. I'm much higher scored than the beings expected for someone my age (this OLD, actually, not this young). They find me interesting, in a passive, non-involved way.

Then we are brought to the grey room. I think it's fascinating that you likened it to a football field, because that was my main perception of it as well... a gigantic grey football field with fuzzy sides. I think there might have even been bleachers... at the very least, I remember sitting and watching some kind of presentation... something to do with us, the ones assembled there, being charged with a purpose. Interestingly enough, I know it wasn't the purpose you got, but I'm not 100% certain what it WAS, and I don't want to speculate further. Approximately the same number of people you said were there in 1994... I would guess 200-400.

I remember thinking that it was almost like summer camp... in the in-between stages (in between WHAT?) they would keep us occupied with things to do. My memory of what actually took place is pretty much non-existent.


In any case, the grey room is just one shared space I've been to. I'd love to know if anyone reading this post has been to the schools... I spend a lot of my time in the schools while I'm astral. (If people know what I'm talking about, please reply to this post.)

I hope this helps. I'd love to know if other people have experienced the grey room/experiments as well, and remember it the way I do.

Originally posted by NotThat
It is interesting to think that an experience with aliens triggered higher states within me causing me to have mystical and religious experiences. What would my life have been like without alien contact?

I honestly don't know. I made an effort to eventually get back to normal and follow the same dreams I'd had before. I don't know what your life would have been. Let's face it. It DID give you purpose. It DID give you a much broader view of the world and God and the universe and so on. Would you have gotten to that by yourself normally? No, probably not.

I choose to see it as a positive thing because so many positive things came out of it. Why it happened, I don't know. What the grey room actually means, I don't know. Who that yellow/golden man was, I don't know. Why us, I don't know.

I feel that somehow we were unblocked. I am grateful that I am able to help others better because of that. Our lives would probably have been a bit duller, don't you think?

Originally posted by quantumblonde
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Then we are brought to the grey room. I think it's fascinating that you likened it to a football field, because that was my main perception of it as well... a gigantic grey football field with fuzzy sides. I think there might have even been bleachers... at the very least, I remember sitting and watching some kind of presentation... something to do with us, the ones assembled there, being charged with a purpose. Interestingly enough, I know it wasn't the purpose you got, but I'm not 100% certain what it WAS, and I don't want to speculate further. Approximately the same number of people you said were there in 1994... I would guess 200-400.

I remember thinking that it was almost like summer camp... in the in-between stages (in between WHAT?) they would keep us occupied with things to do. My memory of what actually took place is pretty much non-existent.


In any case, the grey room is just one shared space I've been to. I'd love to know if anyone reading this post has been to the schools... I spend a lot of my time in the schools while I'm astral. (If people know what I'm talking about, please reply to this post.)

I hope this helps. I'd love to know if other people have experienced the grey room/experiments as well, and remember it the way I do.

Thanks for responding. While you say you haven't been there physically, perhaps you already were or will be. I have waking lucid dreams of myself as well. Mostly about the future.

I wish you would speculate on what your purpose was. I'm not even totally sure what MY purpose was. I mean, I have vague ideas, but I think we were waiting for even more information. Any speculation you have might be helpful. Yes, the "in-between stages of WHAT???" is how I'd term it as well. We were waiting for an announcement, for something even bigger, for things to begin.

If you want to U2U me about what you think your purpose was, that's fine. I'm still looking for answers so something you say might just trigger another detail or memory to help me figure this out. I'm glad you wrote!

Originally posted by quantumblondeIn any case, the grey room is just one shared space I've been to. I'd love to know if anyone reading this post has been to the schools... I spend a lot of my time in the schools while I'm astral. (If people know what I'm talking about, please reply to this post.)

I haven't been to the schools but I have been taught.
1. For weeks I saw faces of people in all kinds of settings. Old people, young people, couples, people of all races. The faces made me sad enough to cry. They are dead, or dying, or about to die, yet the faces express all the emotions of living, so they are not aware of death.

2. Flashes of something to quick to really see. It felt like I was being downloaded information to use at a later date.

3. About a month ago I saw a series of faces, all men, and each long enough to really see them ( perhaps a few seconds each). Each face was surrounded with blue light. I felt like I was seeing teachers of some kind, or being shown people I could trust. One was an old oriental man with a long wispy beard. Another looked like a mongul with dark skin and a square, wide head. Another was very attractive and clean shaven and could be somebody at my local Walmart. The blue light was odd.

Originally posted by NotThat

I haven't been to the schools but I have been taught.

I have also been taught.

1. Flashes of faces and places, buildings, locations. Thousands and thousands. So many I could barely process them. I felt like I was being downloaded. This happened around 3:30 in the morning. Woke up in the middle of it and it continued for a few minutes so I was aware of what was happening. Exhausted as if I'd been working for hours and hours. Flashes as fast as your heartbeat. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Really quick. Like subliminal messaging. Definitely downloaded, not uploaded. Like I was given tons of information to use at a later date. Fascinating things that I wished would slow down just a little bit so I could see them in more detail.

2. When I read your faces, one man stood out. I also saw an Asian man a day or so before the grey room. I was sleeping and saw this face. The man's face took up my entire view so I couldn't even see the background except to know it was white behind him. He looked right at me. At me. Like he was looking into my eyes. I woke up and sat straight up in bed. I felt like he was looking for me. I felt like the connection stopped when I woke up, almost as if he was right there in the room with me, but I knew he wasn't. I knew he was looking at me from very far away. I've never had a dream like that before or since.

3. Not attending schools, but I'm still taught. "You need to get this." "Prepare." "Pay attention." Nagging almost. Definitely teaching me and preparing me to be ready...for what exactly, I don't know.

I just posted the following in another thread:


"The schools seem to be a good place to meet others who are aware or becoming aware... I actually had a lesson in an astral school once on how to recognize other conscious dreamers by their appearance and demeanor. Other lessons have included time travel, leaving the body, etc. I've even gotten to practice letting go of the body and staying aware of the transitions with virtual assistance.

There's a company of sorts in the astral I was just introduced to that is rather busy these days... I'm not sure what their intentions are but they seem to be recruiting. If anyone knows more about this, please let me know... I'm curious."


Practicing letting go of the body, staying aware of the transitions (not only between dreams, but between waking/sleeping, death/birth, etc.), how to control and manipulate different levels of reality... these are being purposefully taught to me. I think of it as "training". I'm not sure if it has to do with the gray room and the experiments, but...

I feel so unsettled these days... so much information, so many talents and skills to hone, but so little true knowledge of what's REALLY going on behind the scenes. I want some answers. I'm tired of being used as a pawn. I only want to do the right thing, and I value my free will.

I'm honestly not sure what the people in the gray room wanted from me. I didn't really have a good feeling about them, although they weren't malicious or malevolent... just passive. That said, I don't like being experimented on, and I REALLY don't like people who take my memories from me. If you're erasing my memory, it's because there's something you don't want me to know about, and that makes me suspicious right off the bat.

I'm starting to wonder if there's some kind of connection between the grey room and the company I was introduced to the other night... it seemed to be formally organized and very high-tech in a way that most schools on the astral aren't. It was set up like a school - I walked by a few rooms which seemed to be holding classes - but it seemed more like a company with some kind of purpose in mind rather than a school for disseminating knowledge. They were recruiting people with abilities like mine, and there were SO MANY people there...

I just put my finger on it. It's all something to do with awakening abilities, getting us together. That's the similarity.

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Thank you for sharing this quantumblonde. Looks like your new to the forum, welcome! Some of the citizens do bite, but don't let it get you down, no rabies.

Well this post certainly took care of my afternoon. Great reading.I wrote this awhile back and the whole time I have been reading this thread today, I kept getting nagged to post it here. Why? I really don't know. I almost feel like there is someone that's suppose to see it. I know that sounds kind of lame, but the one thing I have learned in my school is to follow your instincts. So after much prodding from where ever it is coming from, here it is:

The wind is blowing and I am glad for I created it. This I know somewhere deep down inside. I think about you. Am I crying, am I living? Am I laughing, am I dancing? Am I slapping you or receiving the slap?

I am old, I am young.

Hindsight...Foresight? Does it really matter? We have all.

Live and learn of me, through you?
Yes, I thank you. It is much easier with your help. I hope with all my heart, I help you remember me as well.

I am here. Welcome to the peace.

Remember when we were the dolphin, the mountain, the tree, the ant, the bee? The bear, the river, the cloud?

We have the time, to do it All, be it All... This is the destiny we laid before us...

Time.. we have plenty, and it is right before us, it is right behind us, and it is here right now. There is such a thing as no thing. We have the time to prove it.

Come, rest your head on my heart and let me stand for you, while your busy being me.

I now leave myself to you, to let me know how I feel, so I can learn me.

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That was really beautiful.
Thank you for sharing.
May I copy and print that?

Originally posted by Cherryontop
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That was really beautiful.
Thank you for sharing.
May I copy and print that?

Of course you can, I am most flattered that you want too. Im glad you enjoyed it

Do you think we're allowed to bring our pets with us? I'd be worried about my kitty if he were suddenly left all alone in a locked apartment without anybody or any food and water. This really concerns me.

reply to post by Waiting2


I half-heartedly opened this thread, not expecting what I read. One of the most vivid "dreams" I ever had (I use the term dream, because there is no other word, but it was not a dream), was about 6 years ago or so, and many of the experiences were similar to yours. What I remember of it, is etched in my memory permanently. I have retold this experience several times over the years, in a fatal attempt at hoping someone can offer something in the way of insight or at least discovering a common experience, but until now, I thought I was alone.

The "gray" part is really one of the only things that caught me off guard....what I experienced was very colorful and vivid....not gray at all. Let me tell you my experience....

I was asleep. I became aware of my body being asleep, and for all intents and purposes, I was having an out of body experience in my sleep. I've experienced these many times over the years, but it's not something I can control. Unless you've experienced this yourself, you probably won't believe that the feeling and conscious "knowing" you experience is real, so hopefully there are enough here who know what I'm talking about and I won't have to try and convince anyone that I knew I wasn't just dreaming.

Anyway, from the time I became aware that I was out of my body to my first memory of this "place", I have no memory of how I got there. I just simply "appeared" in this place. I was standing, in what I kept referring to as a "waiting room" of sorts...I always called it that, because that's what everyone was doing. We were waiting for something. I was dressed in white, as was everyone else...or maybe we were just glowing, I don't know. I don't recall specific clothing, just everything was very bright and vivid. I did NOT see any naked people.

This "waiting room" was not a room at all, or at least it defied all mental images of what a room would conjure in one's head. It felt more like an enormous open-air arena of sorts, but it was so massive that I could not see the ends, or the walls, or the ceiling. In fact, I was perplexed, because it appeared that there was no ceiling at all....just sky and clouds, but it shone with the brightness of natural sunlight. Even though I could not SEE boundaries, I somehow knew that they were there. I kept feeling like it's shape was rectangular, and I was at the head of it. I recall looking around, in excitement, and seeing others whom I did not know, just standing around and waiting as well. I cannot express enough how excited I was to be there...this was a feeling I've not experienced to this degree in waking life before.

As far as carrying something, I am not certain, but I think I do recall seeing a few people with small containers in their hands. I don't know if I had one or not. The ground....I also do not recall it being gray, but it was stone of some sort. Maybe tiles or something akin to what you'd see in a palace....in fact, "palace" is a fantastic word for this, because what I saw next REALLY startled me. I looked over toward the head of this waiting area, and I saw a Greek-type pillar structure that was a semi-circle with two tiers. It's sole purpose was to be a seating area to look upon those who were in the waiting room. I counted, and there were 24 chairs which were beautiful...I'd call them thrones, because that's what they appeared to me to be. Many were empty, however, some were not. In these thrones sat men of untold age....snow white hair, and beards that were very long. They sat and simply observed us, seemingly waiting for the same thing we were waiting on. I wondered where the others were, but I got the feeling that they hadn't arrived yet. It was a meeting of sorts. I looked out as far as my eye could see, and a see of scattered, small groups of people, stood with the same anticipation that I had. Everyone was quiet.

I awoke with no further memory, but what I do remember has stuck with me all these years.

Thanks for posting your experiences!