A lifetime of contact, implants and the dark side of the UK UFO community
Marie has been through a lot in the past year, since she decided to take back control of her life from certain people who have been, let’s just say, making her life a misery. She’s been the victim of an online hate campaign because of what she’s been revealing about members of the UK UFO community and the way they go about their business. She’s been accused of being mentally ill, schizophrenic, a bold-faced liar, working for various agencies and a victim of MK Ultra. These particular characters will be revealed later. Why? Well because we’re all about uncovering the truth. But as we can already hear their cheerleaders and partizans sharpening their pom-poms and reinforcing their keyboards we’ll start at the beginning of Marie’s story.
Her experiences started when she was a young child growing up in Ireland. “I kept seeing these people coming out of the walls and I’d be screaming and run downstairs to tell my mother. She told me I was being silly, and actually called the doctor a couple of times, thinking I had measles or a fever because I’d always have high temperatures afterwards. There was never anything wrong with me though.” We’re told this was a regular occurrence until Marie was around 8 years old and that she had always known they were aliens, rather than ghosts or other Irish nightmare creatures such as the Sídhe or the Fae.
As we speak with Marie and gotten accustomed to her quickfire Irish brogue, we’re taken with her sharp-as-tacks memory, her honesty and attention to detail as she recalls the next major life-altering event. “That would have been when we moved over from Ireland. I’d met my first boyfriend and I was staying over at his house as his mother and father were away. We were about 18 at the time, and on this particular night I woke up to all this commotion out in the hallway, and I remember seeing the clock on a chest at the bottom of the bed, saying 3am. We’d been sleeping in the spare room because he was decorating his bedroom at the time. But these chrome bars of the bed were just shaking and rattling on the floor, and the wardrobe door was banging, and it was just all this noise. I looked over at my boyfriend and he was lying there clutching the crucifix he used to wear, eyes wide open looking at me. He looked petrified as if he’d seen a ghost and was icy cold. Then the noise stopped and I thought it was a poltergeist or some sort of ghost. I told him I was going to go home because my mom lived just up the road and I didn’t want to stay if I wasn’t going to get any sleep. He didn’t want me to leave, he was terrified, shaking and pleading with me not to leave but I told him there was no way I was staying there. So I ran home and told my mom what had happened. I was doing tarot cards with my friends around that time and my mom didn’t like that. She thought I was bringing evil in to the house by messing with tarot cards! She blamed me for all the weird things that used to happen to us, everything, saying it was because I was dabbling in that sort of stuff!”
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