Selections from Millennial Hospitality V - The Greys

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. . . As I walked towards the large building, I sang a happy tune,
so anyone hiding in the darkness would know I was there.
I sang loud, and probably off-key.
I was not otherwise armed. . . .

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. . . After reaching the new release location on the hill, I turned straight south. I followed downhill, as the gravel covered slope got successively steeper. I was singing loudly at the time. By the time I reached the stream, I was roughly a mile south of my theodolite on the hill. That stretch of stream had only short grasses and other short bushy desert vegetation along it. Turning east, I began following along the north side of the stream for perhaps 500 feet. I was heading towards another large entrance into another tall, wide region of large trees and unusually thick vegetation. This second region began like a wall which enveloped both sides of the stream filled valley. The region filled the valley and continued along the stream as it flowed slowly downhill for perhaps another three miles. I could see the tree filled region would make a perfect refuge from the winter weather, day or night, rain or shine.
I stopped suddenly, still outside in the sunlight, probably 50 feet from the pitch dark entrance.
It wasn't the sunlight which caused me to stop.
It was the sudden realization that an older Gray Alien man was standing inside the pitch black entrance looking straight at me. I noticed he had to be standing inside the entrance to a weather proof shelter which did not have any windows or open doors. Not even the bright sunlight penetrated through the tree leaves into the darkened interior.
I was in shock. It was all so simple.
The mountains north of me were made of rock. Tunnels could safely be dug into the rock at the base of the mountain. Those shelters were only intended for temporary short term use because they did not contain hangers or repair facilities for the Alien scout craft. . .

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. . . I was sick, and running a slight fever. Consequently, I wasn't thinking very well. I instinctively turned on my flashlight, and began double timing uphill towards the distant scout craft - shouting and still holding my balloon as I did so. The scout craft reacted immediately. Without landing, it tightly circled back to the northeast, behaving the way an airliner does when it has been waved off in its landing attempt. Several minutes later, I saw the craft come in for a smooth careful landing roughly four miles to the southeast down in the stream filled valley east of the shelters.
Later, as I was tracking the balloon, out in the darkness, I could just make out the older lady walking quickly down across the desert to reach the craft sitting on the desert waiting for her. She had several miles to cover.
I felt so ashamed of myself.
There wasn't any reason why I couldn't have just let the craft land, and waited until she was safely on board. . . .

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. . . The Tall White adults and their children, The adult Norwegians with 24 Teeth and their children, and of course, human adults and human children, can easily breathe the earth's cold, thin air.
By contrast, The Grey adults can not breathe the earth's cold, thin air without the help of a breathing device.
Only the Grey children and their young teenagers can directly breathe our air.
. . . Their parents can not easily accompany their children, or discipline them, when they are here on the surface of the Earth. For this reason, many times, when a human does encounter a Grey Alien, the human finds himself having to deal with a very undisciplined teenager. It is very common for the Grey parents not to accompany their children when they go out to play.
So it is not surprising that a number of Grey teenagers can be quite malicious, even dangerous to be around. . . .
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