Early this morning, a group of military psychics attacked me. A tall man of medium build wearing an army uniform forced me to swallow a dangerous drug that I knew could perhaps be fatal. He had just showed me other people on the drug who were shaking uncontrollably, had no muscular control, and were muttering incoherently, drooling with a dazed look in their eyes. This drug was in the form of an approximately 1 ½ inch long, thin white pill. I managed to break off a section off this pill and only swallow ¼ of the entire amount, knowing that the full dosage could kill me, but thinking that I may be able to handle ¼ of the dosage. I threw the remainder of the drug in a wastebasket as this military officer and I walked through a short hallway leading to a dark room. I was forced to enter the room and then the door was locked behind me. The room was almost completely dark; I could see furniture and a couple lamps. I tried to turn a lamp on, but there was no power. I tired to find a way to bring some light to the room, as I felt the effects of the drug begin to take hold. I fought the drug and was able to maintain control over my body. At this time, I woke in my bed. My heart was beating rapidly, so I immediately calmed myself by visualizing my body filling with a soothing white light. This visualization calmed my body enough that my heartbeat began to slow down, but I was not able to hold the imagery for long. When it slipped from me, my heart began to race again. I thought about happy times and imagined myself in those settings, hoping to control the accelerated heartbeat. This technique worked as long as I could hold the imagery in my mind. I did this for about an hour until I fell back into sleep.
I was then in a room with a tall, thin woman with short black hair. We were supposedly on vacation together in Cancun, Mexico. Well, I’ve been there before, and this was definitely not Cancun. The woman asked me about my family and myself. She wanted to know what my husband did for a living and how my children were doing in school. This seemed to be opening conversation to try and get me to open up to her. I was reluctant to talk to her, so I did not tell her very much. I walked with this woman to another area where I saw my husband. I told him that I had just met this woman and she was asking me questions about my personal life. My husband then said to me, “Haven’t you seen that woman before? About a week ago?” And I turned to look at her and then recognized her as a psychic attacker that I had met before. She quickly hid her face and I woke in my bed.
The night before last, I did my first audio interview with a friend of mine who hosts a website about time travel and alien abduction, among other things (www.ufotimetravel.com). Perhaps this psychic attack was somehow retaliation for my speaking out in the interview. Well, this attack accomplished one thing—it has pissed me off.
*added note--My friend who conducted the interview has informed that he woke with a nosebleed this morning.