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                 Hidden Knowledge.

                 I ask myself once again, what am I doing here in this place? I do not belong here. How did I get here I have no recollection of ever wanting to be here. The choice was definitely not mine. Where am I? Why all the mystery?

                The walls of this building, I will call it a building although I have never seen anything built with these materials or even the building style. It is all very strange and again why me? I am not famous. My education was quite normal in fact most people would place me as being a little eccentric.

Food and drink appear on a small pedestal rising from the middle of the floor. I have three minutes to take the food and drink or it disappears back to where it came from. All is automatic. Lights appear, as it gets dark outside of this building. If the night is clear the roof or what I take to be the roof; slides back giving me an excellent view of the night sky.

But what a night sky, I have never seen such a sky filled with glittering diamonds. Three moons give off a greenish light that emphasises the strangeness of it all. Again my questions where am I? What am I doing here? Who brought me here?

One wall suddenly lit up with a pale blue consistency. A man’s face showed up on the screen. Voices sounded in my brain. The face was not even looking at me. Many questions that I will try to answer, first of all please excuse my poor use of your spoken language. Here we use Telepathy. Brain communicates with brain. We have used this system since an illness swept over the planet every person on this planet was infected with what your race call a sore throat. Since then we have not been able to talk with our tongues and throat and mouth.

Why you are here on this our planet. You yourself are to blame. A space ship landed on your planet. Scientists swarmed out to discover what we had not discovered from space.

Foolishly the scientist in charge of the operation forgot to take precautions to stop any person or animal from entering the space ship. You were found long after the ship had taken off to return to our planet.

You will be retuned to your own planet as soon as we can arrange the next flight into space. You will only have contact with me through this screen. It has been decided by the Powers that are in charge that it would not be advisable for you to see us in our bodies and as for you learning our language that is out of the question.

We do not want any fraternising between races. Our race will benefit from what we have learned from you and from your planet but all knowledge of you and your race will be wiped clean from all that exist on this planet. At this very moment our memory banks are being wiped clean from all existence of you and your planet.

I have no knowledge of how long I was on this strange planet with its three moons one day I awoke sitting on a park bench in Central London. I had been returned home. I spoke to a friend and told him that something strange had happened to me but I had forgotten everything.

My friend carefully filled a syringe with a dose of Pentothal a so-called truth drug. This is actually the report of what I more or less told my friend under the influence of Pentothal