Originally posted by Skyfloating
reply to post by Dock9
Wow, what a surprising disclosure. Was that the only time you saw them? Have you sometimes not seen them but only sensed them?
Ive seen stuff "out of the corner of my eye" during long walks in the woods.
And yes, who knows if they dont put on the "gray alien" mask once in awhile.
It's the only time I've seen them. I was an adult, a parent. Hadn't been reading or thinking about, or watching anything related to
gnomes/dwarves -- had never given the subject any thought at all as far as I can remember
That particular night, I was alone in the house, which was a rarity. I'd just returned from a week or so in New Zealand and had slept for several
hours prior to the event. Was fully rested, hadn't consumed any alcohol, didn't use drugs, etc.and could provide witnesses to attest to that
The house we owned was nice, but it was also the scene of a number of paranormal events, most of which I kept firmly to myself. There was a
particular area of the house that had a ' feel '. But again, I thought I was the only one who knew about it
I went into the room, opened the wardrobe, humming away to myself, my thoughts on people and things I'd seen in New Zealand. Then, in an instant,
the atmosphere changed at the same time the light in the room suddenly seemed extraordinarily bright. Simultaneously, I was overcome -- literally
overcome -- by exhaustion so extreme that I just managed to totter backwards and fall onto the bed, face up. And that's when the ordeal began. It
lasted about 10 or 15 minutes as far as I've been able to work out
The 'gnome' entities were intent on pulling me into the wardrobe. This is the sort of thing they put into your head. It sounds totally ridiculous,
even to the victim when they later try to analyse it. I regained consciousness three times during the ordeal and interestingly, was not at all
alarmed, shocked or surprised to find half a dozen little dwarves trying to manipulate me bodily into a wardrobe. So from this, I believe they are
easily able to subdue us and mentally control us, in addition to putting masking-memories into our minds
On the second instance I regained consciousness, they were clustered around the upper half of my body and I had a very good look at them. At the
time, I wasn't able to think. But I was able to record, obviously. So basically, I was like a video camera. Later on, the recordings were
accessible - in other words, they became my memory of the events and remain clear to this day, although it all happened in the early 80s
They looked much like peasants from rural Slovenia and places like that, i.e., coarse, weather-worn complexion and as if they worked a lot outdoors --
worked hard. Their clothing was much too warm for where I lived. Coarse, heavy fabric in dull, natural colours, hand sewn and a lot of layers,
jackets, etc. They were broad and deep in the chest, thick waists, no fat, strong looking. Their facial features were very strong also - strong wide
jaws, cheekbones and strong noses. Their eyes were narrow and long and so were their mouths. Their faces had a squashed or compressed appearance, as
you'd get if you placed a heavy weight on someone's head. They looked tired and sullen. I was just another job to them, I suspect
Third time I regained consciousness, I kicked out at them and leapt into the middle of the room. I still wasn't scared of them at that point. It
was then, grumbling resignedly, they filed into the wardrobe and seemed to go downwards, as if they were walking down a ramp
It was only after they'd gone that I became aware of how bright the room seemed. It seemed brilliant, as if dozens of light bulbs were on, instead
of just the one. I stood there for a few moments. Now, I realise I was in the process of regaining my ordinary state of consciousness. But back
then, I just stood there in the bright light before running from the room and down the hall, which was only a short one. By the time I got to the end
of the hall (so a second or so's duration only ) I was already terrified. So I went from some sort of calm state to absolute terror in the space of
a second or two. The terror escalated at tremendous rate and fed on itself. Within a very short time, I was a babbling basket-case --
hyperventilating, almost out of my mind with fear. Looking back from this point, the only explanation I can find is that the entities are able to
suppress our emotions and realisation of what's going on. Then they leave and we fall to bits. They're nasty little beggars
I managed to phone someone to come and rescue me. By the time we reached their place, I was in shock. No matter how many blankets were piled on me,
I couldn't get warm. I wouldn't let them leave the room or turn off the lights. By next morning, I was fine ( I recover quickly). Then came the
long search to find if anyone else had experienced anything similar. I needed to find some record of other's having a similar experience --
otherwise it would mean I was crazy and I knew I wasn't and knew it had happened, yet at the same time I knew how absurd it sounded
There was no internet then, just books. And I could find nothing, other than eventually discovering that Jenny Randles had written that 7% of all
alien sightings described the aliens as 'gnomes'. At the time, I was very relieved to learn that
Ten years later, my daughter finally revealed that she'd known about the gnomes in that part of the house when she was a young child. She said
she'd been terrified of them and had fought sleep as long as she could because she was afraid they'd 'get her' if she fell asleep. She said she
hadn't told me about the gnomes because she believed I'd dismiss it all as 'dreams' or 'imagination'. And I would have done
Then, in around 2005 or 2006, I sent an account of my experience to a UFO research group, basically because I didn't know who else would take it even
half seriously (and that's if I were lucky). They said they'd never been contacted by anyone claiming to have a similar experience, but asked if
they could publish my account in the next edition of their magazine. I said ok, as long as my identity wasn't revealed
Not long afterwards, the UFO group contacted me about a strange coincidence. Apparently, the day after they'd delivered the proofs of their magazine
to the printer's, they'd received a phone call from a woman in Melbourne. She was out of her mind with fear and said she and her adult daughter had
been seeing little gnome type creatures running through the house. She begged someone to go to her place and get rid of the creatures. She was
hysterical, apparently
The UFO group to which I'd sent my own account, was in Brisbane, about 800 kilometres away from where we now live. The woman in Melbourne lives
double that distance from the Brisbane UFO group. Yet both she and I had contacted the Brisbane group, so that was one coincidence. But most amazing
to the UFO group was the fact that in all their years of research, they'd never before heard from anyone about 'gnome type' entities. Now, just
hours after their magazine (including my account from 20 years previous) had been delivered to the printer -- a woman at the other end of the country
had phoned the UFO group, claiming to have gnomes in the house. So, are they merely 'tricksters' ? Or ... ? Did they know my account of them was
going to be published (albeit in a small UFO-research group magazine) and did they decide to make an appearance in the other woman's home to let the
UFO group and I know they know everything that's going on ? I mean, what did they achieve by scaring the other woman and her daughter ? Neither the
woman nor her daughter had experienced anything like it before, apparently, so the gnomes' appearance in her home seemed pointless, unless it was
simply to scare her -- or send the UFO-group some sort of message. We'll never know
The UFO group said there was no possible way the woman could have learned about my experience, because the magazine containing my account wasn't even
published yet -- wasn't even printed
So that's it. I have my memories of what occurred, but it's very possible it's not a true record of what actually occurred and may well be a
memory implanted in my mind by the entities. After all, if they had the power to render me physically exhausted to the point I fell flat on my back
and lost consciousness -- then they had no need to struggle to pull me into the wardrobe. Whatever really happened is still in some recess of my
mind. I've thought of going to see a hypnotherapist to recall it, but there are three immediate problems: (a) the hypnotherapist would no doubt
believe I'm delusional (b) I'd have to make sure the hypnotherapist didn't ' lead ' or prompt me into fabricating a false memory and (c) ....
I'm scared of what might emerge, to be perfectly honest