I can remember saying “I am not a barn yard animal” much to the amusement of my alien captors. I can remember horrible clinics and rows of beds with women writhing in pain. I can remember meeting and bonding with children other than the two boys I carried and bore on earth through marriage and normal conception. It was heart wrenching to realize that these children were “mine”. I felt such love but they were taken from my arms and fostered elsewhere. It defies all that we hold sacred about family and logic to fully remember what took place. I remember one alien nurse telling me I would understand all of this one day. Beyond the emotional and physical trauma, there is a higher purpose, if one can grasp it. I hope we do finally understand why we were asked to participate this way. Then maybe we will find peace with the sacrifice we made and the gift of life we gave. Gave is a generous term for what feels like sheer thievery. They say we all agreed to this in a soul contract. We need a rescue and so do the Greys. It is a mutually beneficial exchange.
Please view it.Bridgetts talk