September 25, 1997

I remember it as a dream. I cannot explain why I keep convincing myself that it was a dream, I mean what could last night's experience be but a dream? So, even though it was a dream, and left no physical marks on me, I will include it here. Especially because certain parts of the "dream" reminded me of the meeting with the ones from "Cyrius."

Again, my room was awash in that pleasant, innocuous light, as that time when I had the Cyrius visit. This time, however, the events were reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror, across from my bed. "It" was standing with its back turned to me, so I could not see its face, before the window which looks out to the backyard. Its straight, blond hair reached its shoulders. This almost perfect, statuesque human like body-had a hint of non-human It appeared to be clad in a fine, darker than flash tone material that tightly clung to its body. A white, short cape-like feature completed the attire. It is quite difficult to describe this outfit, since I have never seen anything like it.

It stood there motionless, in an air of sordid seriousness, radiated strictness. Somehow, I sensed that, at the same time, it was amusing himself at my shock.. I could not tell if it was a woman or a man.

Then, it disappeared together with the light and I woke up. I tried to convince myself that it was only a dream. There were no physical signs left behind, except perhaps, the sensitivity to touch that I felt behind my ears which lasted for about two days.

Perhaps this was the tale end of an abduction that remained in my memory. Did I just encounter one of the "Blondes?" Questions, these remain only questions, for which I myself don't know the answers.

Here, I will not mention any dates; I will only tell you my most wonderful encounter with my "friends". (I think, I can call them my friends, because I only have nice memories with them).

So, it was a September night—a late September night. Like so often, now too, I was sitting outside in my hammock staring at the sky, whose beauty and peace has always represented great tranquility for me. This hammock is also the small island to where I escape after the myriad of shipwrecks of my day. While the Los Angeles stars lose their brilliance against the lights of the city as compared to the stars in Transylvania, I still cannot get enough of their beauty. I was toying with the idea, that if I saw a falling star, it will mean that my fate turns around and will be better. I saw a falling star. 1 thought, what coincidence, and by coincidence I saw another falling star.

Since a whole year has gone by since then, I classifying seeing those falling stars as a good omen.

September 28, 1997

As usual, tonight too, I was busy sitting in my hammock and sky gazing. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't see any shooting stars. Though, this would've been the third time, because three is the "truth of God". After 1 had enough stargazing, around 10.00PM 1 went to bed. and fell asleep right away.

1 woke up—or 1 was awakened—as usual. I couldn't go back to sleep, so, 1 was staring at the brick wall above my bed and window. The neighbors had a party, and they illuminated their house in the way that there wasn't dark in my house. First, 1 saw something of a red, orange color which could've come from anywhere. Then, came, the most amazing and most wonderful event of my life. Very close to me, in the backlit window, in front of my eyes, I could see the formation of a small, dark red rose. It wasn't crystal like the others before it, but it was very natural, like one just picked it out the garden.
 
 

The rose started to grow. It was wonderful and one could see it clearly. Then, "Who" made the rose (I think it was a hologram)~threw it toward me. It was falling toward me. It was falling about l/2m and the strange thing was that it left a bright trace behind it exactly like the shooting stars do. The, disappeared. I was so awake that from this vision, I even got a stomachache. I turned on the lights and I could see that it was 10:50PM.

I don't want to give here a detailed explanation about what I just saw, despite the fact that the vision was even talking. The interesting thing is, that night, before going to bed, I wished, I was hunting for shooting star to cheer me up, because 1 was very down. I won't detail here the reasons of my sadness. This of course, is like a game with the stars...It seemed that when that invisible hand threw me this natural looking rose, it wanted to cheer me up. The rose left behind a trace like the shooting stars do when they fall. I even thanked the gift in my mind. I was awake for a long time. I have to confess, I was so happy like once in my childhood when I received my Christmas presents.