One of these things just doesnt belong here.

 Okay, so , what is so different about you? you may ask. That the aliens find you so damn irresistible? That is a good question and as far as i can tell im not much different from most other earthlings. Im pretty much your average American male. Average height, a little overweight and ever so slowly balding. All things considered I like to believe that I am a little higher on the good looks scale than most but that is balanced by my below average wage potential, all things considered.
 There are a couple things about me that do set me slightly apart from the average person. But again i dont know if these minor differences are the trigger for my many alien visits or not. The first is my IQ.
 Fearing that i was , as the professional term was back then, "dumber than a box of rocks" because i never raised my hand or participated in class, my IQ was tested in the second grade. Sure that there had been a mistake the school made me take the test twice because to everyone's surprise and much to my fathers chagrin it was discovered that I had the highest IQ in the school, including the teachers.
  I wont go into how having a higher than average IQ means absolutely nothing in this country without large sums of money behind it. Lets just say it is one of the things that makes me slightly different. The second thing of difference is perhaps the more unusual.
 I can remember everything, unlike a photographic memory, i do not literally remember everything in minute detail, I have memories just like anyone has memories. Some more vivid than others. But i dont have an age where my memories stop. most people cannot remember things before they were a certain age, like four or five. I can remember things all the way back. As much as I cherish the memories of my great grandparents who died when i was one and a half years old, the diaper rash incident when I was six months old is one memory I wish I could forget.
 For many years I thought this was normal, and didnt question my ability, as a matter of fact as good as my long term memory is, my short term memory isnt anywhere near as good, hence the bad grades in school.
 So, is this something the aliens find interesting?, i dunno. Is this the reason i remember their visits when most people succumb to their brain freeze technology and remember nothing? I dunno.

I know you know.

 So, if this average American male, not in any way rich, powerful or connected has experienced so much "alien" contact, how is it possible that absolutely no one in the political and media elite has ever been contacted themselves?  Ill admit, the odds of being contacted are low, and then to have a brain that can stave off the "brain freeze" which effectively wipes the memory is even lower, but even with these low odds, there must be a few people of elite status that defy the odds. Someone in authority, somewhere out there, knows the truth.
 I believe the few, which may be no more than two or three, but perhaps more, that are in positions of power, to be taken seriously, are keeping silent about their alien contacts. I understand that someone like myself, who has quite literally nothing to lose can talk unreservedly about my experiences. I don't care if people think I'm crazy, I have no position or financial loss, or gain. Whereas there are those people with voices that would make others stand up and listen that feel they have a lot to lose by "coming out" so to speak.
 I believe this fear of "coming out" is misplaced, I think the first political or media "elite"  that defies the warnings of their piers and the threats of their government and tells the people of this planet that aliens are visiting here and that they have seen them will come out as a hero. Possibly the most celebrated person of this century. The person that opened up the earth to the "galactic" community. Its just a matter of time before the truth comes out, for good or for bad. The question is, who is going to be the face behind the truth, who is going to be the the real version of Zefram Cochrane and open the doorway to the future?

The smiling man.

  I had already been visited by aliens both at night and during the day, been up and down in their antigrav light beam and had also been examined in their ship, which by the way involved no anal probe, Sorry. My mother and younger sister were both also taken, my mother remembers nothing and my sister very little. I, for some unknown reason, remember much of the visits.
  No sooner had the alien visits stopped, about a year later, when the inter dimensional portals started opening up and the men in black started walking out of them into my bedroom. These visits were by far the more frightening between the two. These visits were frequent and i would throw the covers over my head as soon as they started to walk out of the closet. After several nerve wracking minutes I would simply fall back to sleep.
  Then one night, several weeks after the M.I.B. visits first started, something appeared, no more than a few feet away from my bed, that froze me in fear. It was late at night, my whole family had been sleeping for hours.I had woke up quickly, as usually happened just before the portals started forming, but instead of a portal, something else formed in my bedroom. It appeared slowly, forming like a wave of heat coming off a hot road in the summer time. about six feet off the floor, right next to my bed, I could have reached out and touched it. When it finally became visible I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but soon realized i was looking at a bodiless head.
  It was if a person was standing there, the head was the right height off the floor, but the body was completely invisible. giving the head the illusion of floating. Like I said, I froze, i couldn't have moved a pinky i was so scared.. The long face was the face of an adult male, it didn't seem to have any emotion , just a blank stare, but the thing was, it was staring directly at me.
  For what was at most half a minute, but seemed more like what an eternity in purgatory feels like, we stared at each other. It was if it was waiting to see what my reaction to its presence would be, which, like i said, was akin to a deers reaction to bright headlights.
  Then, it did something that took my fear to another level.  Very, very slowly, this bodiless head that was just a few feet away from me, started to grin, and then the grin turned into a smile. Now this was not what I would call a normal smile. The teeth were perfect, very white and very perfect and the way it smiled, It didn't waver, The smile was huge, a full ear to ear smile. The smile didn't get any bigger or smaller, it was as if its smile was mechanical, frozen in one position. What was creepier were the eyes, the eyes never stopped staring at me, it never blinked.
  We stayed there for several minutes, staring at each other, neither one moving, except i had moved my hand under the blanket and was tapping on the wall which was between my bedroom and my parents room. In a few minutes my mother came into my room and turned on the light. The apparition disappeared.
Forty years later my oldest son Chad tells me there is a phenomenon called the smiling man. When I looked  the smiling man up online i found a picture that reminds me of the smiling face I saw so long ago, That is the picture I use for the homepage for this blog.

If we could talk to the aliens, just imagine it -
Chatting to a gray in grayanzee
Imagine talking to an orion or chatting to a reptaloid
What a neat achievement that would be.

Okay, as far as communication with aliens go, there are, in my experience, two different ways. Both ways employ the aliens advanced technology with the ability to tap directly into the human brain.  Now I know the mere idea of someone or something fiddling around in what is universally considered  one of your most private and precious bodily organs can evoke somewhat of a negative reaction. But for all intense purposes this direct access is the quickest and most efficient way to talk to someone that has an entirely different language, almost instantly. 

 One of the ways which the grays employ this technology is simply by talking to us, in english, directly into our heads. The grays seemed to have mastered the basic english language quite well and will communicate in real words which, if your eyes were closed, you would swear someone was speaking out loud. As a matter of fact the first time I communicated with a gray, there were three of them in the room and I looked back and forth at each one trying to figure out which one was talking. Eventually I realized I was "hearing " the words in my head. It does take a little getting used to.

 When I say that the grays have mastered the "basic" english language it is because, although they will communicate and even answer some questions, they are not really very "chatty." In my experience, if you ask a gray a question,you will get very short very concise answer. I dont know if this is on purpose to keep all communications with humans to a minimum or if they just dont have the understanding of all the nuances of our language to carry on  longer conversations. In any case a gray definitely would not be someone you'd want to stay up and talk to all night.

 Another way in which the aliens will communicate is through a visual image. I believe they use imagery, again placed directly into the brain,  when they dont want their presence to be known or perhaps just to keep nosy humans away.. For instance, I once walked up upon an alien collecting plant samples along the Susquehanna river. I was at first startled but when i realized the alien had not noticed me I slowly walked forward. As I got closer to the alien there was suddenly an image of a snarling wolf with enormous teeth planted directly in my head. I believe I had crossed into a "go away" zone around the alien and this was their way of letting me know it. I have also received an image from a gray as an answer to a question, the image was remarkable to say the least and I did not understand it for many years.