My Encounters

[mdonnall2002]

LILLY SAID:
"In the mid-1990s I woke up one morning with a blood encrusted hole in my right arm. It was surrounded by a swollen, reddish ridge that was slightly painful and itchy."

Hey Lilly, Where was this hole located per se? Other locations? Were all of your marks over the years in areas one would normally draw blood from? For example: the antecubital vein (where your arm bends) is a prime target for blood withdrawal as it is generally the best/easiest location due to its size.

[newyorklily]

LILLY SAID:
"In the mid-1990s I woke up one morning with a blood encrusted hole in my right arm. It was surrounded by a swollen, reddish ridge that was slightly painful and itchy."

Hey Lilly, Where was this hole located per se? Other locations? Were all of your marks over the years in areas one would normally draw blood from? For example: the antecubital vein (where your arm bends) is a prime target for blood withdrawal as it is generally the best/easiest location due to its size.

The two holes I found in the summer of 2008 were definitely over a vein but it was the vein on the top side of my right forearm, near the wrist. After I found the second one, I asked a nurse at the clinic I go to, if that would be a good vein from which to draw blood. He told me it was so the next time I needed a blood test, I had him take it from that vein. I was very suprised to find that I had no pain from it.
The blood encrusted one was also on the top side of my right forearm but I don't remember if it was over the vein or not.

Two of the three I found when I was a teenager was on the top part of my left arm, towards the back, near the muscle. The third one at that time, was in the soft, fleshy part under my chin.

[mdonnall2002]

Have you ever paid any attention to the seasons in which the events occurred? Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall? Did more occur in one or the other?

[newyorklily]

Have you ever paid any attention to the seasons in which the events occurred? Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall? Did more occur in one or the other?

Summer. The majority happened in July and August.

[mdonnall2002]

Summer. The majority happened in July and August.

Why do you think this was the case? Any speculations as to why these only happened in or around those months vs others?

[newyorklily]

Why do you think this was the case? Any speculations as to why these only happened in or around those months vs others?

I have no idea. Some have speculated that it could be for many reasons. For UFO sightings, there are usually more sightings in the northeast U.S. in the summer months than in the winter. Texas, however, gets more sightings from October to January. The reason for this could just be that there are more people outdoors at night during this time. I wrote a short article about the two sightings I had in the 1980s. Each were a year apart, both on the third Thursday of August.

However, being outdoors is not a requirement for being abducted. They will come and get you wherever you are. I only know that when I was taken off the bus between Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, I was told, "We have things to do (to me) and they are going to get done." I had a very strong impression that there was a time element to it. That it was urgent and had to be done then.

[mdonnall2002]

Thanks Lilly.... I'm leaning in the direction that 'they,' (who/whatever) do not prefer cold environments.....

[newyorklily]

Protection

Growing up Catholic I had always believed in Guardian Angels. These are beings that are thought to be not human but not fully spirit either. I was told that a Guardian Angel is assigned to every person to guide them through life and protect them from both physical and spiritual dangers. In the late ‘70s, I thought I saw mine.

It was either 1978 or ’79. My grandfather had already passed away and my mother and I were taking care of grandma who had lost all motor function after she had gone for gallbladder surgery. She couldn’t even sit up by herself so we rented a hospital bed and put it in the living room where she had spent most of her time.

One evening I was sitting in the room with her, keeping her company while she slept. I had been reading Terry Brooks The Sword of Shanara but put it to the side and decided to meditate. I like to meditate with my eyes open using a “one point method”. I had been focusing on a point on grandma’s bed when everything in the room began to go out of focus. Then, suddenly from my left, a man floated into view that was sharply in focus. He was completely bright white except for his eyes and the inside of his mouth which were black. He looked like he was wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt. His hair came to his shoulders and was thick and wavy. When he stopped right in front of me, I could see that he was very upset. His mouth was open as if he was screaming “No”. He then raised his left arm towards me and I felt as though he pushed on my left shoulder. I was just watching this take place, very detached, without even a hint of fear. I felt myself go backwards and fall into the chair. I think I remember opening my eyes (though I don’t remember closing them). Only about fifteen minutes had passed. He was gone and the room was back in focus. Because of how upset he was, I have not gone deep in meditation since then.

This was the only time I’ve seen him but there have been other times when I experienced his power and protection.

On a summer day in the mid 1970s, I was coming home from someplace (I don’t remember from where). I climbed up the five steps of the front stoop, unlocked and entered the front door to the building’s small vestibule. Just after the door closed and locked behind me, I turned and saw a man coming up the steps. He was about five feet tall, brown skin, short black hair. He was wearing black pants and a white dress shirt. His appearance made me think of an Italian waiter but he actually looked more Latino than Italian.

When I saw him coming up the stairs, I became emotionally detached from my surroundings. I also felt like I couldn’t move, frozen in that space. It also felt as if there was something physical wrapped around me as if I were in a cocoon. He reached the top of the stairs and tried to open the door. He turned the door knob and pushed but the door was locked and wouldn’t budge. I just stood there calmly watching all this taking place. When he realized that he wasn’t going to get inside he took his fist and smashed it once on the Plexiglas panel in the door then he turned, ran down the stairs and away from the building. As soon as he left, the feeling of being frozen and wrapped in a cocoon vanished. I went through the second door of the building, ran up the four flights of stairs to my apartment. I told my family that someone tried to follow me into the building and I was very shaken for several hours. My emotions were back. I never saw that man again.

[newyorklily]

The Crafts

The earliest one I remember was from when I was 10 years old, though I didn’t remember it until many years later in a flashback. This is where I remembered the short, blue skinned humanoids took me. I could see a concave curve to the wall on my left, indicating to me that it must have been saucer shaped. The wall to my left and slightly in front of me (at about 11:00), was a dark brown in color and, to me, resembled wood. Also to my left (at about 10:00) was a platform, slightly higher than the floor I was being floated over. It was from this platform that the being floated over to me to place his hand on my forehead when I began to panic.

1987
This time I was being floated, with an escort, across my street to what looked like an old automobile. The car was similar to this one

but it had a dull, dark green color.
I don’t know how I got inside the vehicle. It was dark inside and, although I knew that my escort was still with me, I could not see him. I don’t think there were any seats inside. If there was, they must have been very low because I felt as if I was sitting on the floor. There were windows on the sides and in front of me (I never looked behind me). The windows on my right were dark. The ones on my left side had water on them (it rained that night) but the window in front of me gave me an unobstructed view of where I was going. I could see the fences as the vehicle floated over them and then down to the high school athletic field.

Reptilian-Hybrid Craft
During the time I was taken off the Greyhound bus, I do not remember seeing any of the place they brought me to. The parts of the craft I do remember came to me in flashbacks. I don’t remember when these happened but I don’t think it was very long ago.
I remember sitting on a high table or narrow bed. It is white and looks like it is made of marble but, then I pushed at it with my finger, it indented a bit. It felt like a slightly stale sponge cake or angel food cake. It was firm but it molded to my touch.
I began looking around the room. On my right, the wall was a concave curve and bright white. An older being with the brown robe came in and began pulling low benches (or table or beds) out of that white wall on my right. It wasn’t as if he was pulling it down from somewhere (like with a Murphy bed). It was as if he was pulling on a piece of the wall and creating the bench from it. The bench was part of the wall. It was easy to see that they were joined on that one edge.
On my left side was the opposite of what was on my right side. The walls on my left were dark brown in color and resembled wood. I only remember one part of it which was about at 10:00 from my view. On this side, there were no curves but there were many angles and corners. There was a tall, vertical box that one of the robed beings came out of. I couldn’t tell where it went to (if anyplace) but it didn’t look very deep.
Another time (or maybe it was before the incident I just recounted. I really don’t know.), I remember standing in the room with one of the robed beings. We were both looking at the high table/bed and the small set of steps that were at its side, in front of me. I kept thinking, “why are there steps here?” The being told me that they were for me. They wanted me to take part in what was happening to me so I had to put myself on the table. The table was too high for me to reach so they provided the steps so I could do it myself. I don’t remember seeing it happen, but I think the table and steps were made the same way as the bench except this time, they were pulled and formed from the floor.

[Tabbori]

Thanks Lily for sharing these with us.

I do plan on sharing some of the things that have happened to me also. Its just that when I sit down to start typing it up, I don't really go blank, but there seems to be so much of it I get overwhelmed. Also there are some things like in the video with Karla Turner, when she talked about how a young man she knew started having interactions with whatever these are and he stopped doing what he was doing with his life because he just knew he had something else he was going to be doing in 5 years. I have gone through a similar thing and its very hard to talk about.

I am 52 and was raised with my mom, who made sure we went to church whenever the doors were opened and my dad who stayed home and well, in my opinion, lived his life by the old motto of just be good to one another. I have 3 sisters, all older then me and one brother who is also older then me. I now am married since 1986 and have a son, 21 and a daughter 18. We live in the house where I grew up, just moved back into it in spring of 2001.

I have a memory of when I was younger when my mom and dad, sisters and brother and me lived here. I do not remember a time frame other then I believe I was around 9 to 11 years old. The house is a 3 bedroom house, an older one, and for some reason I was staying in my brothers room, when normally there were 2 bunk beds in one room for us four girls. But for some reason one of the bunk beds was in the smaller bedroom and I was staying in there with my brother. He on bottom bunk and me on the top.

I remember being woke up in the middle of the night due to my brother talking. I leaned over the side of the bed to look below and see my brother sitting up in bed instead of sleeping and he was talking to someone. I asked him who he was talking to and I heard someone say "go back to sleep Becky, your just dreaming" I looked at the wall that he was staring at and saw these figures and symbols scrolling across the wall. They were a yellowish/orange sort of color and it sounded to me like he was reading them. I do not remember what he was saying. I remember not saying anything else or jumping out of bed to run to mom and dad's room because I was afraid. I did what the voice said to do, I laid back down and went back to sleep.

A few years ago I asked my brother if he remembered anything like that or if at that time, he would have been around 17/18 years old, if he did any drugs like LSD or something. He laughed, and told me I must have been dreaming, that no, he has never done any kind of drug ever in his life and he does not remember anything weird or unusual happening like that. To this day I can recall that so clearly. I may not be able to draw the symbols I saw but I so clearly remember this happening.