That is someone or something having control of your mind and making you do something you would not normally do. For instance; telling me to remove this chest strap from around my torso. That would be thought control. An alien telling me through telepathy to do something. Alien 1, Bob zero. Later it was Alien 2, Bob zero. And on and on. Later it became Alien zero, Bob 1. You get the point.

So like the night before, I know they can't take me unless I want them to, but they can still work their magic on me. If you are not an abductee you may have no idea what I'm referring to when I use the term; 'work their magic' on me. And just like the night before, they used their magic to 'knock me out'. I really don't care anymore! Go ahead and knock me out. Let's get this over with! They did, and I was out and in a deep coma like sleep. They can now work on my wife and take her for a few hours without my knowledge. And I should be mad, and I am, but what can I do? I could ask my wife to wear one of my chest straps to keep from being abducted. But how can you convince a person of Understanding Our Alien Visitors and such if they don't believe in it in the first place? You can't, and I can't convince her so, I quit trying. I let them take her as I have no choice in the matter. I was knocked out to prevent interfering in her abduction. I know the routine well. Been there, done that.

I cannot help her if she does not believe this is happening. Every day she says she does not get enough sleep. I say to myself; of course not, you were gone several hours last night. I'm not quite ready for a divorce so I keep my mouth shut. I can only hope someday she believes, and wants to help herself. When that time comes I will do my utmost to make sure these bastards have so much trouble taking us, they will someday quit. Yea right, and I just saw a flock of pigs go over my house.

Sometimes I awake during the night and my wife is not in bed. I look around and she is gone. I know where she is, and there is nothing I can do about. I love my wife dearly. She is my partner, and my best friend, and I cry when they take her. I know full well what happens to female abductees. I have often seen my wife while we are both abducted. I have talked to my wife while we are both captives aboard the craft or underground, wherever we may be. She is always like a zombie. She knows nothing, and that is good. I could never figure out how I would know where I was, and that I was abducted. Seeing so many other humans all captives like us, and remembering it is awesome. I tried talking to my wife while abducted, telling her over and over again. Honey, You Must Remember This, You Must Remember this! All I got was this blank stare with no reply.

One thing I thought I would never mention, but I will and I hope no one reading this gets offended. I have seen so many other humans so many times, both male and female, as well as children. The abduction of children really makes me furious, and I don't mind having words with the bastards when I see this, but this is not what I wanted to say.

I now weigh 138 pounds, but a few months ago I weighed 170 pounds. I am still suffering from an illness that is the result of the Grey's when they performed a procedure on me August 1, 2008. The weight difference does not matter, what I am attempting to say is I have never, and I mean never seen an abductee that was overweight. Not ever, I want to emphasis that. Every human I have ever seen was in good shape, excellent shape they appeared to be. I remember an older fellow some months back. He was about 6' 2", perhaps in his early 70's and he was physically fit. Here is a room full of naked humans and everyone is slim and trim. And every time it's the same thing, everyone is slim and trim. I can't explain that, but there must be a reason the aliens abduct who they do.

A quick note about the older fellow for a future article, but it's really interesting so I wanted to include this while it's fresh in my mind. A bunch of us naked humans were standing around processing out getting ready to come home. We had not yet gotten our clothes, and while standing there I asked what time it was. I did not ask anyone in particular, I just asked the question. On my left side next to me was this elderly gentleman, about six foot two or so, a tall guy in excellent shape. He had a wristwatch on his left arm, and he told me the time. He said it was 3:30 and I immediately blurted out; Son of a bitch, I've been here four hours already. I was pissed because I knew what time I was abducted. Abductions generally last two hours, give or take a little, and my wife and I had been taken at 11:30pm. You can see how I came up with four hours. I was really upset at the lost time. It's bad enough to give them two hours, but four hours is asking to much.

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