Remote View

I had to remote on Travis Walton, if you can you should!

http://www.travis-walton.com/

What Prompted IT was, the men in black visits I've had. The bastards were hard to read. Every time I read them I saw bases in Utah, Tunnels under the World and Vortices? Hence, why I don't leave an enigma unturned. On the last such Visit a couple of months ago, the fuckers (3 of them exactly alike and at least 8'8" tall) walked through my front storm door literally with their heads and necks way above the door coming through the cove at the ceiling and wall, in the light of day and levitated me 2 feet above the floor to the parallel position on my back. Then the first one silhouette'd by the other 2 in exact detail walked through my body up to un-just, below my heart. I sensed things that to this day I cannot put into words. The darkness that permeated into my being was stank, callous and without spiritual caring of how I felt about the intrusion.

The bastard reached forward to my paralyzed body and there appeared a metallic ball, of which it slowly inserted between my eyes into my skull. I rejected IT and IT tried again. I rejected IT again. I wasn't afraid as much as pissed about the helplessness of my position to repel them. When receivership of the object I willfully repelled was apparent, the bastard let me drop to the floor. They didn't have to turn around they appeared backside to me and walked out of my house through the door same way they entered. Through the ceiling with their heads, necks and when on the porch disappeared. The whole time I spent trying not to let them panic me, I READ as MUCH as my spirit was able to absorb without the fucking rank taste they permeated throughout my body which in memory say's stop doing that, why. IT was fucking rank, void of Sentient life.

All I keep getting IS, they're in our cia, fbi and government officials. AT THE TOP of the Worlds Guv-mints!