She would look into my eyes with her large eyes and she could see all of my thoughts. I could sense her in my head. She would say things to me clearly as an attempt to get me to believe them or buy into them. I could recognize them as not being my thoughts, but she didn’t seem to care. Trying to push against her will is like pushing a car in neutral when it’s coming down an incline—the car pushes you instead.
Having her in my mind is a very disempowering experience, and I would almost liken it to rape, but I don’t know what rape really is like, and I imagine it’s way worse. But I am trying to give you an idea of what it’s like. It’s not cool or fun at all. Someone else is in your innermost sanctum, your own mind and thoughts, and you didn’t invite them, you don’t want them there, and they are just doing whatever the hell they want.
At various times, she told me (telepathically) ‘Don’t make too much trash, or people will get sick’ and ‘Stop cutting down so many trees.’
So also told me ‘We’re very grateful for your help,’ ‘You’re a big help to us in our project,’ and ‘Don’t tell other people about us, because they can’t see us, and they will only get upset.’ She tried to make me feel positive about me being there, but I wasn’t having any of it. I only wanted them to take me back home. I had no idea where I was.
It’s like when you’re a kid and a teacher tries to encourage you for doing something you don’t want to do, like sweeping the floor or picking up after yourself. ‘You did a great job sweeping! You’re such a big help.’ You don’t give a shit about helping the teacher, you just want to go and play or whatever. Well, I didn’t care what the Big One was saying. I just wanted to go home.
They’ve never told me any secrets of the universe, and I’ve never had any hybrid alien or non-grey experience.