As my darkness had been inadvertantly awakened, I gravitated towards necromancy from Thailand and Khmer, often practiced by rogue Buddhist monks. Magic did not help my situation, however. It was if some alien will was in charge, and I was beside myself. Unlike others who had ran away from themselves, I had put in over 30 years of hard work and sacrifice to run towards myself. What had it amounted to?

It was as if I had made it out of my prison cell, only to find myself standing in the prison yard. Technically, an escape. Practically, still an imprisonment. I still had nothing even remotely resembling a life, not realizing a hybrid being such as myself was never meant to have a"life.” It’s more like an existence. Find out more about the alien implant and abduction experience of a Montauk survivor and alien human hybrid at alienabductionimplantremoval.com.