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   SUBJECT: Am I an Abductee?                                   FILE: UFO1083   
      
   PART 7   
      
     Neither nervousness, heat, nor physical exertion seemed to be responsible.   
   All of my good shirts are permanently stained.  When my armpits were   
   on a roll, the sweat would pour forth at a rate roughly equal to   
   that achieved by crying; perhaps between 4 to 8 ounces in a half hour.   
   This had been an embarrassing situation for me for quite some time,   
   and when I mentioned it to Carolina during my visit with her, she   
   told me that I should drink the juice of a whole lemon in warm water   
   every day.  I tried that a few times without noticeable success, so   
   I gave up.  I had also invested a small fortune in a vast array of   
   brand-name antiperspirants, but to no avail.  Now suddenly, on July 18,   
   the perspiration stopped, however I didn't realize as such until July 19.   
   Whether this is psychosomatic or real, I will be eternally grateful   
   that my sweating ordeal is finally over!  Thank you!!!   
      
   On July 19, I developed a rather painful pimple, deep below the skin   
   in my pubic hair region.  It struck me as really strange that I should   
   develop another one in that same general area, so shortly after my   
   first.  Prior to the first, which I placed at a few months earlier,   
   I had never had anything like that.  My skin in that area is nothing   
   like the skin on my forehead or upper back, which tends to be more   
   oily.  Furthermore, this was not an ordinary pimple; it was very   
   deep and painful.  For most of the rest of the day, I tried to place   
   a time-frame on the occurrence of the first pimple. Eventually, I   
   came to the conclusion that it had happened sometime in mid to late   
   March, using my journal and computer calendar as a reference.  I   
   found this as somewhat noteworthy, since that coincided with my first   
   unusual nocturnal experience.   
      
   Sometime during the next few days, the Goodyear Blimp flew over.   
   I was sitting at the computer when Jim called me into the front room,   
   bringing it to my attention.  I would say that the event was slightly   
   unusual, because I've never seen the blimp this far removed from   
   a major metropolitan area; we're about 50 miles north of San Francisco.   
   It was travelling from the Southeast to the Northwest, heading directly   
   toward us at a leisurely pace.  I ran and grabbed the camcorder and   
   recorded it as the blimp proceeded to fly directly over us.  We could   
   clearly hear the whirring of its engines as it passed our exact zenith.   
   I am not exaggerating when I say directly over us!  We both wondered   
   where it might be going to, for at its present course, it would be   
   over the ocean in a matter of minutes, and the nearest major city   
   north of us is Portland OR, nearly 600 miles away.  I'm sure this   
   event can be explained rationally, but I decided to mention it because   
   of its unusual nature, and the proximity in time to my strange nocturnal   
   event.   
      
   During the course of writing this document, I have had several flashbacks   
   to strange memories.  In one memory, I seem to be quite frustrated   
   that I can't see as clearly as I'd like, because I'm not wearing my   
   eyeglasses.  I thought this was taking place in an alien craft.  In   
   another memory, I seemed to be getting a lecture about the anatomical   
   differences between the alien's brain and ours.  He was very interested   
   in a small part of my brain, lying at its center, which he described   
   as "primitive."  I think it may have had something to do with emotion,   
   and they didn't have that part of the brain.  In contrast, he showed   
   me an image of a part of their brain which we do not have; it was   
   an extra small lobe in the occipital region, overlying both right   
   and left hemispheres equally.  I have the feeling that it was used   
   for communication.  I don't know how old these memories are, and   
   I don't know if they're memories of dreams or of reality.  I am beginning   
   to seriously doubt my sanity. As I had written earlier, my life has   
   been dotted with minor strange anomalies, most of which I have filed   
   away as "unsolved mysteries", and forgotten.   
      
    I have several early memories, centering around the age of three,   
   which might be suggestive of an early abduction experience.  Then   
   around the time I reached puberty, a lot of strange things started   
   happening.  There have also been a few occurrences during my high   
   school years and continuing into adulthood.  A summary of these   
   anomalous experiences will be the subject of a future essay. I want   
   to stress my honesty about everything contained within this narrative.   
   I have neither fabricated or exaggerated a single word of the experience.   
   I consider myself to be a happy, well adjusted individual.  I have   
   a small circle of close friends, and a healthy family life.  I am   
   normally a high achiever both at work, and in school.  I try to balance   
   my intellectual lifestyle with a healthy proportion of outdoor physical   
   activities.  I have never needed the services of a psychologist, and   
   there is no history of mental illness in my family.  It has only   
   been within the past few months that my life seems to be slipping   
   downhill.  I would like to resolve this situation by reaching some   
   conclusion as to the reality of my experiences, so I can get on with   
   my life.  I would like to know if I am going crazy, perhaps due to   
   some undiscovered brain tumor, or if this could possibly be real.   
   This essay is a desperate plea for help.   
      
   If there are any qualified UFO researchers, psychologists, or otherwise   
   interested parties who feel like my case warrants further investigation,   
   and would like to help me come to terms with my experiences, I can   
   be reached at:Chris Sargent(707) 585-8076WWIV Net:  82@7706I reserve   
   all rights to this essay.  No part of it may be used or reproduced   
   in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the author.   
   I hereby grant permission for the electronic transfer of this file   
   to other Electronic Bulletin Board Systems, provided that this file   
   remains unaltered and intact.   
   End of Part 7   
      
                
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