Jane Pooley, 55, Gosford, NSW
F￼inally, I felt complete. Blessed with two gorgeous kids on Earth, I’d yearned for my other children.
My three hybrid babies had too much extraterrestrial DNA to live with me on earth. But now that I was aboard a spaceship, we were reunited.
They are so beautiful, I thought in awe, taking in every minute detail.
With disproportionately long arms and pale skin, their huge eyes really set them apart. My eldest, Claire, now 26, hugged me first.
‘You’re my mother,’ she said.
Then she introduced me to her daughter Amelia, four.
She looked just like my granddaughter back on earth.
My sons were a little more wary. Heath, 12, waited until his big sister had cuddled me before throwing his arms around me.
But Jude, 19, held back. I could hear his thoughts telepathically.
You’re not my mother. Where have you been all my life?
‘I understand, my boy,’ I replied.
It breaks my heart every day that we can’t be together.
I know it sounds crazy, but I really am just an ordinary person who has had extraordinary experiences.
Ever since I was a baby, I’ve had close encounters with aliens, in particular an older humanoid I nicknamed Greyam. All my life I’ve seen UFOs, alongside many witnesses.
Selected for an interbreeding program, I stood before a panel of extraterrestrial elders and agreed to take part. Greyam’s taken me to visit my babies since that first reunion, but it’s never long enough.
I wish I could be with them all the time.
My experiences with extraterrestrials have always been positive. Still, I grieve for the children who were taken from me. I love them the same way I love my kids here on Earth.
Those feelings – you can’t make them up.
Originally published in that's life! Issue 47, 2016.