I was visiting my parents house in Maricopa, Arizona. This was about nine-ten years ago, so the year was around 2009… I know it was 2009 because the film “The Fourth Kind” had come out, and that movie had some interesting similarities to this story. Since the story is so strange, I feel the need to explain the fact that I was sober the night of the event. I was also sober for at least a week prior to the event.
Everyone had gone to their own rooms a bit early this night, so I was alone in the living room. I decided I would retire to the guest bedroom and relax behind a closed and locked door. I always feel more comforable behind a closed and locked door when I am trying to relax completely…
I was watching tv, relaxing on the futon in the guestroom now. It was around 8:00 PM. I remember feeling oddly tired for how early it was. Normally, I am a night owl, and 8:00 PM is like Morning still. But, on this particular night, I feel tired enough to turn the tv off and fold the futon down with the intent to go to sleep. In the darkness, I lie down. I am lying on my back, head on pillow, and under the blanket. I normally sleep on my side, but remember feeling very comfortable. Comfortable enough to feel like I could fall asleep. I remember thinking:
“How weird… I could actually fall asleep like this right now…”
I started to drift off, but did not fall asleep completely. In a state in-between asleep and awake, I felt a sensation that shook me to my core…
I felt the distinct sensation of two hands pressing lightly against my shoulders as I lay. Like a person was standing at my head, placing two hands on each of my shoulders…
I freaked. Jumping out of bed, I flicked the light on quickly, searching for an explaination. For some reason, I thought the most likely explaination would be insects in the bed… But, there were none, and I looked around the room for something else… But there was nothing…
Reluctantly, I decided to turn the light off and lie down again. Again, on my back, I felt very comfortable, even though I was on the edge of panic. I started to drift off. In the same state in-between asleep and awake, I felt a sensation that again shook me…
I felt the distinct sensation of two fingertips pressing lightly against my eyelids as they were closed. Like a person was standing at my head, placing two fingers on each of my eyes…
Again, I jumped out of the bed, turned the lights on, and searched for an explanation… But there was nothing… Heart racing, some sweat now collecting on my skin, I decided to lie down once more, in the darkness…
This time, it was instant. As I lied down, I was immediately taken Up, Up, Up, out of my body, but still as myself. Who knows… The vision of myself being lifted was so clear, it may have been my physical self being lifted through the ceiling, and up into this other world…
The place I was brought to was black, vast, deep, dark, and endless. I call it the Abyss.
I was lifted into this endless black and encountered a being just as vast as the blackness. The being was this other realm. He inhabited this abyss, but he also WAS the abyss…
He pulled me up into this place, and I was connected to him by what I can describe as Biomechanical Tendrils or Tentacles surrounded by a black fog, or black hazey light… They were connected to me and held me in his realm, connected to him.
As I was connected to him, he communicated with me. He spoke a very old, deep, dark language. His voice was deep, gurgled, and echoed in my mind. He did not speak out loud, but since we were connected I could hear his voice and what he wanted me to hear.
During the time that I was connected to him, I could understand the language he spoke. There was the feeling of being downloaded to. Or briefed about something. Reminded of something… Something…
When he disconnected from me, and let me down into my bed, I could not remember anything he said. I could just remember what I saw, the feeling of being lifted and connected to him, and the appearance of him and this Abyss…
I was left with a feeling of absolute calm. Like “Everything is okay, and will be just fine…” I couldn’t help but smile and take a deep breath…
I fell asleep, and had some of the best sleep I’ve ever had.
I call this “The Unfolding Three” because of the sequence of events leading up to me leaving my bed…
- The Touch on my Shoulders.
- The Touch on my Eyelids.
- Liftoff.
I brought up “The Fourth Kind” because the E.T.'s in that movie had a very very similar voice to the being of the Abyss in my experience. They spoke Sumerian in the film. Just an interesting thing I thought about.