It wasn't at all unusual for those of us who were Milabs to undergo often brutal military interrogations.
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This one happened during an abduction to Area 51. One of the black ops spooks escorted me to a small office. There was a desk, a desk chair and a
I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.
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A panel of experts dissected my case over a 2 year period and unanimously determined I was honest about my ET experiences and that they were legitimate.
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Here I share my ET experiences with you...
straight back chair in this room. A military guy sat behind the desk. They were always careful not to wear any insignia or anything that would allow us to identify them. Bur I sensed this guy was high ranking.
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The spook shoved me into the straight back chair as the guy behind the desk studied me for a couple of minutes, as though sizing me up before he began his interrogation:
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"Tell us what the aliens are up to. You know what the aliens are up to."
"You know alien technology, tell us about alien technology. What weaponry do they have?"
"Tell us where their ships are stationed."
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He shoved a paper and pencil at me. "Draw us a map of the universe."
When people annoy me I get sarcastic with them and this clown was annoying me.
I shoved the paper and pencil back at him. He looked at my map, crumpled it up and made a show of throwing it in the trash. Then he shoved another paper at me.
"You read alien script. Tell us what this says."
Me: "It's a ship propulsion system."
"Tell us what the alien script says."
Me: It says BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED.
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A vein in his neck was starting to bulge. I was getting to him.
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"Tell me what happened to Atlantis."
Me: Guys like you got too big for their britches and started playing God so the big guns wiped me out. You clowns are next on their list."
His face was beginning to turn red.
"Give us the key," he demanded.
Me: What key?
"You know damn well what key! Now give us the key!"
Me: "I don't know what key you're referring to."
Bulldog (that's what we all called him) shot a glance in the direction of the black ops spook who'd brought me to the office. A gun was put to my head.
Bulldog slammed his fist on the desk and screamed "GIVE US THE GODDAMN KEY!"
I laughed at him and said "Well, if ya shoot me you'll never get the GODDAMN KEY, now will ya?"
My sketch of the key interrogation
I guess Bulldog thought I'd been uncooperative. He had me taken to a medical room, thrown on an exam table and gang raped by his black ops spooks. Just another day in the life of a Milab...