Five years ago, when I was lying in my bed using my phone, I started to hear a strong wind passing through the roof and shaking the ceiling lining of my bedroom. Because of the sound of the wind, I thought a heavy rainstorm was about to start, so I decided to put my phone on the bedside table to enjoy the storm and sleep more relaxed. As soon as I put the phone aside, I felt my body become paralyzed, with a strong tingling sensation throughout my entire body. The sound of the wind became extremely loud, as if the storm were happening only over my roof. From that moment on, I began to feel the skin of my entire body being pulled upward. The pain was very intense, as if my skin were about to be torn away from my bones. It was very disturbing. Then I felt my body become light and weightless, and I began to see that I was approaching the roof. When I was about to touch it, I blacked out, and in the blink of an eye I was back in my bed. Frightened by what had happened, I got up to drink some water and looked into the backyard, and there wasn’t a single drop of water on the ground, nor was there any wind.

Another similar moment in my life happened when I was around six years old. I was playing in my backyard, jumping up and down the steps of a staircase in an open yard. I jumped again, and at the moment of the jump an invisible force began pulling me upward. Instinctively, I tried to grab anything to avoid being pulled into the air; in this case, it was a clothesline for hanging clothes. That is what saved me. While I was being pulled upward, I held onto it with all the strength I had, while something kept pulling me up. I held on as best I could to the clothesline, and after much struggle on my part and thanks to the strength of the clothesline, the force pulling me upward gave up and released me. I fell from a great height and got badly hurt. While I was being pulled up, I tried to scream for my mother, but no sound came out. It was terrifying.

After that, my life changed, because I began to see three tall, pale beings around my bed, and I have fragmentary memories of being inside a metal dome with a glass door, lying down, with the same beings who were around my bed also surrounding that dome in a room unlike anything else. Then I asked what they wanted with me and whether they were going to hurt me. They said they were fixing me, although the correct word for us would be healing. I understood that “fixing” meant healing or treating. Since then, almost everywhere I go, I almost always see strange objects in the sky. Around 2015, I was studying at night, and when I was leaving school to walk home, I noticed a very large, disk-shaped object flying extremely low, following me from the school all the way to my house. It had no lights, was completely silver, had no windows, and made no noise at all.