Am I Destined for Something Special

Will writes in one of our new Communion Letters about a problem many of the people reading this may have had. He says: Last night, after reading in bed, I went to sleep and had a horrible nightmare. I was dreaming of visitors. I thought they were in my room. Images of grays were playing in my head over and over. I had a very strong impression of standing in a bookstore and having a gray look straight at me from across a rack. All of the grays in my dream were the classics with the big heads and big eyes.

Have I actually been abducted I don't know. I've always had a strong reaction to abduction stories and to the cover of "Communion" in particular. To this day, "Communion" is placed face down on my bookshelf so that I will not even accidentally have to look at that terrifying alien face. Have my experiences fed my interest in this phenomena or has my interest fed my "experiences" In all honesty, I don't know. Maybe I've always been an abductee wannabe!

Anyway, I woke up in a sweat around 4 a.m., whimpering, crying and nauseous. I jumped out of bed, woke up my girlfriend, turned on all the lights in our apartment and switched on TV. I flipped to the religious channel. I prayed to God and watched the soothing images and I prayed to God to guard me. When the spirit of what felt like my own inner "God" hit me like a warm glass of milk, I drifted back to sleep. Whatever dark energy was in that room had dissipated.

Another trait I have in common with some abductees is that I have always felt as if I was meant for something very special or destined for some kind of greatness. This is perhaps why I have so diligently and passionately pursued the arts and the entertainment business.

From the time I was a little boy I have had this feeling. When I was 6 years old I saw God (no joking, to me anyway) on the Garden State Parkway. He was standing tallermuch tallerthan the tallest skyscraper. He was taller than where jets were flying. And he was just standing there. I'm (obviously) the only person who saw him, but I knew I saw him.

I saw all kinds of beings when I was younger. I used to think that there were people "living in my closet." I also remember getting up to use the bathroom when I was about 6 years old, and having what I described as a "witch" run past my door. The being I remember was tall, spindly and difficult to focus onnot covered in light, but almost translucent or out of focus. I know I was afraid of it and used to huddle in my GI Joe tent, where the faces of the GI Joe characters would also scare me and freak me out. That began the habit of sleeping on my parents' floor, which continued until adolescence. That is also around the time I began to prefer sleeping during the day or when people were still awake.

For years after that, I was afraid of aliens or other beings coming into my room. I also remember being terrified of religious figures entering my room. I was terrified of Jesus or the Virgin Mary entering my room and making contact with me. I felt that if I had come into contact with any being, it would have given me a responsibility I didn't want. So what do I do now I still feel as if I'm meant for some big plan and even, possibly, for some massive responsibility I do not want, and that's my problem.

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