Are they lying horizontally, or are they… ?
Page 76 No, they’re curled up. You know, I think they’re little embryos, or big embryos, or fetuses, or whatever. The impression that I have is when I was in biology in college, and they used to have all the babies at every stage, in little jars, it was horrible. That’s what’s going on here. Now, when you take a look at these jars or whatever, is that what… ? No, they’re in boxes. It’s like the Museum of Natural History. I am reminded, I keep thinking of fish, fish, I keep thinking of fish. And I’m thinking of babies, and the way they have gills, and… I’m just so confused and tired, and I don’t care. So, when you look at this nursery, are you seeing a sort of variety of babies, in different stages of development, or are they all sort of the same? I think that it’s graded, sort of. That as you go into different areas there’s different stages, past certain areas. Oh, now I see why I didn’t want to remember this, too. When you see the kids it’s pretty weird. When you see the babies it’s weird, but when you see the little fetuses, there’s no doubt about what they’re doing. And what do you think they’re doing here? They’re breeding us. I mean, but there’s no doubt. I mean, as weird as the other stuff might, I mean, as much of the other stuff might seem not to leave any doubt either, this is absolutely clear. These are embryos they’re taking from human women, probably, and they’ve stuck them in there…. Some of them may be human babies, as far as I know. (Karen Morgan, 32, 1981) Anita Davis had the opportunity to see the Beings placing an em bryo that they had just extracted from her into a tank in an incubatorium. A Being had told her that other babies she had created were on board. She wanted to see them, and the Being obliged. We just go out straight into this big area…. It seems to get brightly lit and very large and almost square, like a room, a big room. I think he says it would be impossible to see all of them that I had ever had a part in creating, because I started creating them when I was eleven. That’s too many. They’re not all there. They’re someplace else. What’s in this room? Is this a big empty room? There’s one row of, the whole wall is tanks, the whole wall of tanks, almost like fish tanks. Rectangular. We know what’s in them. There’s liquid in them, you mean? Mm-hmm, and little hybrid whatever-they-ares. Mm-hmm. I seem to have approached them with a positive attitude borne of familiarity, that they’re not hideous or horrible, because I’ve been there so much. Just like he [the Taller Being] is not hideous or horrible, it’s familiar…. I just walk almost up and down the rows looking at all different phases of development, and he points out, “This one’s yours.” I want to see which ones are mine. He can tell that? He can tell me, yeah—unless he’s doing it to humor me. It seems he’s very adept at pointing out, “This one is from a month ago.” There are five or six that are mine, right on that wall. How are these babies in there? Are they suspended? Are they lying on the top?