THE MISSING SIX HOURS AND
BEYOND! #1
Recap: It
started with a visit to the Coincidence page on the SuBLiMe Fortune
City site, a photograph
posted by the Assistant Paranormal Minister on the Roswell
message board
and a man too tired to go on....
".....The following events are a bit hazy
but just to say I awoke at 4.00a.m having unaccountably lost over 6 hours but
with a wealth of documentary proof on my C drive...."
So began my journey as documented on my T.T's - The Shocking Truth page and followed up on T.T's - Further Evidence page, and the T.T's
- Tell the World with a T.T. Postcard page.
It was late September 1998, that I received a
telephone call from world renowned hypnotist, and popular entertainer Mr Paul McKidda, who had
visited my site and was intrigued by what he had read. He suggested he might be able
to help solve the mystery of the 'missing six hours' by putting me under deep-hypnosis, and regressing me to the fateful
night to recover my lost memories of the events.
At first I was dubious (I never liked his TV
shows) but after much reflection decided that for the sake of investigative research I owed it to
the world to give it a go.
Below is a transcript of what followed...
Date: 15th October 1998
Time: 5.00p.m
Location: ArtyCarter's Abode, South of
England
Mr McKidda had put me into a state of deep hypnosis while I reclined
on a couch . After a few minute he began the tape to start the interview. What follows is
a verbatim transcript of that recording:
McKidda: Arty...Can you hear me?
Arty: Yes
McKidda: Arty, It's Sunday 24th August 1997...10.50 pm...Can
you tell me what you are doing??
Arty: Yes
McKidda: Well go on then...
Arty: I'm sitting at my computer....I've just downloaded a picture
of the mars face..... I'm pretty tired.....My
eyes.....are.......
McKidda: Yes?
Arty: Must lie down...lights....
McKidda: what lights?
Arty: I don't know...I think it's outside the
window...lights....brighter ....blinding.....humming...static....
(Arty cuts off his story suddenly. Mr
McKidda then brings Arty forward by ten minutes and asks him to describe what he sees)
Arty: I'm lying on a table ..hard...metal...cold....it's not my
room...
McKidda: Can you describe what you see...the room??
Arty: Yes
McKidda: Well go on then!!!!
Arty: Seems circular...no corners...I'm inside a dome....a
metallic dome...I. can't move...there........theres some body else here...no, more of
them...can't make them out clearly...figures...speaking gibberish...can't understand
McKidda: Can you describe them?
Arty: They....they are about six or seven feet tall ...they're
different colours,....red.... yellow...green .....purple.... they're
not....human....antennae...they have weird antennae on their heads....they're moving
towards me....they're smothering me....
(Arty begins to get distressed.
After a few minutes Mr McKidda resumes the questioning)
McKidda: Arty....What can you see now?
Arty: The figures...they're stood around me looking
down...theres a strange noise.
McKidda: What kind of noise???
Arty: A sort of sucking noise....coming from below the
table...can't see.....wait......some kind of hose.....I can see a hose...a pump??? what
are you going to do???.... what??? .....NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
(At this time the session is terminated
as Arty is obviously very distressed by his experience. Mr McKidda suggests another
session the next day)
Click here to read
transcript of the second session recounting the amazing story of
Arty Carter's cosmic journey enhanced with 'Cerebral Image
Capture' visuals,
cloned brain, and his Baba KaoTiK@
experience.
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phase images |abduction/CIC 2nd phase images |abduction/CIC 3rd final phase images
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