Jorge Etcheverry
here are not so rare these sudden fog, studded with lightning, even the fog at times is left to drag through the streets especially in the early hours of the morning, but not much at this time of year. This was more like a cloud was very low, as I remember once we were driving along the hills in North Carolina and there were low clouds that did not stop to see five meters. But even here there is a valley elevations suitable to meteors *. Only about three quarters of an hour by car half-hour drive is a part that seems to have a slope and turning off the car will go down just like a slope, but it's something that has to do with a field magnetic. In any case a curiosity in the midst of a forest, much frequented by tourists. That night was a low fog, very dense and in the middle or in a thunderstorm as the fog was very bright at times, he had warned through the skylight, when I woke up to go to the bathroom. Impression was almost blinding, as the mist lit from within. I went to the bedroom window and pulled away the thick curtains, and I like to sleep in a room completely dark and silent, my analyst, when I had a problem not worth mentioning here, told me that this habit was like returning to the womb. The light outside was very bright, almost blinding. Luckily the fog faded a bit and you could see a little higher, at the height of the canopy a dark gray curve and a little below those figures hang in the air. Disbelief, amazement and my stress of being faced with something that vaguely remembered scenes from science fiction movies, it is not unusual for its almost ubiquitous presence in popular cultural wealth, of which I am an amateur, strange because of my background and occupation are not the subject of this brief personal relationship. My computer screen went out, I could not notice the crack by watching from the darkness of my room the twinkling lights of the lanterns that lit the little park that stretched a few yards from the backyard of the second floor I hold family in this house, so it seemed there was no light anywhere. Apprehensive not try to pick up the phone but kept by an amateur photographer instinct I dug my camera mobile phone, cheap and not the best, but of which I can not complain. You could hear a dull hum and low. I realized that I had been hearing from a while ago. I went back to the window with a caution that would seem absurd: I was naked in the privacy of my bedroom (I live alone), at night. Why then the secrecy, that determination to make no noise, spend a bit ahead and throw it away, that walk on tiptoe, barely breathing?. Well. The existence of paranormal abilities in humans has recently been proposed in a recent article that was supposed to be published in a prestigious mainstream journal **, and things are (almost) public domain. Visible piece of that thing up there went down, diagonally, or straight, a dim light beams, cushioned, and that we see at times like these blocks sunlight down through the skylights and the floating dust motes. Around or slid down a shadowy figures, high as walking involved in this kind of luminous mist. A stopped a few feet from my window while I focused and took out all successive pictures with my camera through the slit of the curtain, suddenly stricken by a feeling of weakness, drowsiness, of which only defended me a sense of expectation and vague fear, almost instinctive. It was definitely a woman of my height or slightly higher (I measure one meter setentaysiete), a thin build, long legs, narrow waist rather short, broad shoulders, long neck and oval head. Moved a horizontal channel and misty orange light slowly but contained speed, a cat, the hair of the hair was moving slightly but to me it seemed that there was no wind and the abundant pubic hair, a white color denote "this is an afterthought-the absence of pigment. The skin was pale, but indeterminate, with something like a patina more like ivory, animal horn, but did not look thick but very flexible, and the movements of the legs and arms , a cadence gave me the impression, as I said, an animal, a cat. That woman was "another print back-analysis result of a biped humanoid somehow closer to the primates and lemurs which undoubtedly came from humans of this planet ***. So you could see the grace and perfection itself of some animals and a human being or human-intelligence-denote addition, if we are persuaded by some fairly recent research linking physical beauty and intelligence level. At a distance of about three feet from my window, this being shrouded in the fog clear, however, clearly artificial and walking in the air over one of these blocks light, seemed to emanate a vibration energy. Hair indefinable color, but clear, seemed to move in a direction not supported by a breeze or wind is otherwise absent, the same as the hirsute pubic hair, more or less the same tone. Looking ahead and I was led to conclude that maybe met radar-detection capabilities, etc. analogous to terrestrial bats whiskers, or perhaps linked to the functions of extrasensory perception that women were undoubtedly those beings gifted. The combination of these features animals with a copy technology shown by the spacecraft fragment visible on my curtain was not expected and fantasizes: big heads are fragile and rather sexless. These women however, such rider, as all the foreground and the others had seen further back and still going through my range of view in this scene to be Habar lasted for about 30 seconds later than were women who would almost universally rated as beautiful. What is nothing strange to expect from an advanced hominid species ****.
I was taking photos when clearly the woman turned and faced me, or at least I thought. How I could have received?. I estimate that the slit by watching and taking photos could not be more than an inch wide and about four meters long. I was absolutely dark, but she looked at me with that perfect face and the severity in their immediacy, that something solid and definitive animal, and I froze the blood in the veins, bristled neck, came great weakness and I stood motionless at the window, transfixed like a rat in front of a cobra, who looks, or a hare paralogizada is in the middle of the night, how he rushes up the car to which they belong lanterns still have it at night, in the middle of the road. My bladder is relaxed and watched the liquid trickled over my legs. It took several seconds to refocus your eyes on the crack between the curtains. I had the camera fallen to the ground and I knew it had almost stepped on. When I could muster the courage to approach the groove again and look out, there was complete darkness. I looked up, and I thought I saw disappearing into the hills something like a reverse meteor that fell upward.
I had the good sense not to download photos from your camera to the computer, or turned on, to avoid detection so absurd it might seem. I could not sleep tacking all sorts of assumptions. Without sleep and without making noise, I spent a sleepless night, turning to these events, analyzing and theorizing, but finally fatigue, sleep and stress beat me and I fell asleep. I was awakened by a knock at the door. I put on my robe and stumbled when I went to the door, I could see the timer working again was eleven in the morning! Was the owner of the house she rented my apartment, actually the second of three floors of the house. He said that a blonde, tall, dressed in black had asked him about eight when I was at home. Do not know why it had seemed suspicious and had perhaps made a mistake when he said he did not think that it had not come that night. That's why after thinking and smoke a cigarette the first day, on the veranda I had come to notice and perhaps, to apologize. She knows that despite my age I am a single man and maybe I had ruined a panorama. Of course I said those words. Well, I dressed quickly, even shaved and went to the interprovincial bus terminal, a few blocks away. I sent this email to this friend from Montreal, to see if someone has come up with a similar story or saw or heard anything unusual that night. I asked him to give to hear this case as far as possible. Recent surveys in the Arab world is another testament to the power of new media. Got some explanatory notes, to help potential readers. Fortunately I have some money in my checking account at the bank. At the moment I do not plan to return to the city, let alone to my apartment.
* In this first appearance, use this word in the sense of climate change or climate change
** The 61-page paper, titled "Feeling the Future," Was written by Cornell psychology professor Daryl Bem and is emeritus due for publication in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology. Bem says historical experiments support the idea That There really is Something to human precognition of events That Have not yet occurred.
*** "Louis Bolk, shows that we are biological beings exsomaticas dependent structures. Fetalization theory or Bolk neoteny indicates that aspects such as absence of hair, muscular and skeletal system relatively fragile, albinism, lack of natural defense systems, and other features such as loss of a natural orientation towards the real, biological prematurity , long period of dependence on others, lack of habitat, leading to the conclusion that from the moment of birth, the human offspring of cultural artifacts need to survive their very biology mandate it, "in http://www.psicologiacientifica. com/bv/psicologia-439-1-el-ambito-de-lo-social-en-las-doctrinas-psicologicas-esencia.html. It is possible that the human evolutionary development of terrestrial humanoids is done by a mutation or mutations that are separating from their primate ancestors and / or lemurs abruptly. In those conditions, especially as I could examine more closely, it was noted, while a delicacy of proportion and grace as I say, a cat, a true animal nature so to speak, something indefinable yet recognizable and powerful . It seems that the pre-hominid ancestor of these creatures became 'human' subject to great pressures, evident in warning capabilities for me in those brief moments, but without loss of form, the de-training experienced by humans on earth because to random mutations, many sometimes led to dead ends.
Recent **** In a paper, Kanazawa and Kovar (2004) assert Given That Certain Empirical regularities about assortative mating and the heritability of intelligence and beauty, That it logically FOLLOWS That Are more intelligent people more beautiful.
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