Chronorally. Russia

Contactee: a general engineer, graduated from the Moscow State Technical University in 1960. He is interested in physiology, psychology, genetics, gerontology, oncology. I've heard about flying saucers, but I was careful about this information.

The incident occurred in 1975 on the twentieth of June in the village of Slobodino on the Ryazan highway beyond Bronnitsy, the second village to the right 5 km from the highway, at the cottage that we rent every summer.

In the evening, either on Saturday or Sunday, I walked through the forest. At about 5 o'clock I felt that something was wrong. This feeling still confuses me, I do not know what it is. Before that, I had not experienced any painful mental states, no seizures, no hallucinations. I seem to be healthy.

At night I slept in a room with a door opening onto the veranda. My wife and son are sleeping in this room. I suddenly wake up, as if I hadn't slept at all. It's usually difficult for me to get up at night. At the same time, I woke up, turned over and sat down, not feeling any drowsiness. I wipe it out of surprise

Eyes: there are two people standing in the turf passage that opens onto the veranda. Height is above average, about 190 cm. I'm not afraid.

One of them is holding a screen in his hands, about like an average TV screen. He holds the screen with two hands at his side, the other holds the screen with one hand. Some signs consisting of small and large dots are running slightly obliquely across the screen. The sequence of large dots is not periodic, but it is not random either. Some kind of pattern is being caught. Something similar about the impulse sending of a neuron, with packets of pulses. I was surprised that there are several such packs in a row. I considered this screen as a simple object until I realized that it was not simple. There was no light in the house, it was a dark night, but the light from the screen illuminated the people and the room enough. It illuminated their hands, clothes, and lit up their faces a little.

The lighting color is bright white, without shades. Even the shoes were visible. The screen material is unclear, but it looks like a mirror with a border of about one and a half centimeters, and it had a finite thickness, but not like a piece of swelling, that is, not very thin.

They had interesting clothes. It was quite simple, something like solid overalls, no trousers, no jacket. Beautiful fluffy jumpsuits without zippers and fasteners. The pile is long, almost like wool, 4-5 cm long or like dacron. Golden in color. That's what I called them later: "redheads."

The color is very beautiful. The overalls hugged the whole body, but the palms were visible, the faces and hair were also visible. His feet were shod...

Again about the screens. No control knobs are visible on it. Its thickness is about 4-5 cm, so you can cover it with your hand from the edge. People were standing outside the doorway, and I couldn't get in there to them, but that's later.

What function can the screen have? I realized that later.

It turned out that when you look at the screen, you realize that they are talking either to each other or to you. Therefore, as soon as I saw the screen, I understood the question addressed to me, something like this:

"Well, let's fly, what? You wanted this."

This question was not asked by voice, but through the screen.

When I heard that, I was surprised and a little scared. My first thought was:

"I have to say goodbye to my wife and son and daughter, and she's away."

That's where I asked the question.:

"Can we do it together?"

The answer was this:

"No, there's only room for one and 0.42 more pieces, or something."

Actually, I didn't hear it, but I kind of realized that we were talking about some kind of capacity.

It seems that I agreed and only had time to think:

"I have to say goodbye to my daughter. She should be back in two days."

They suddenly correct me:

"Not in two, but in four..."

And again with some fractions. The daughter actually arrived after that time, they were right.

I felt that they understood that I was hesitating. And then the one standing to the left of the screen kind of said:

"Why ask him? We'll take it, and that's it."

Please note that this is not a verbatim retelling, but only the meaning of what I understood when looking at the screen. The second one told him that it was wrong. You can't do it by force. It seems like there is some paragraph in some instructions that prohibits them from doing this. Then they looked at me and realized that I understood what they were saying.

The next moment, I came to my senses, being pressed into the wall of the sofa on which I was sleeping. I was literally sprawled on top of her and braced my arms against her. And when I woke up, I felt a strong fear, but not the kind that paralyzes the will, but something similar to a child's fear when you tell or are told a terrible story at night. When I realized all this, I got up again and went back to them, to the doorway.

The first time I didn't sit either, but, getting up, went to them and somewhere near the doorway,

when I was about two meters away, apparently too close to them and they saw that I was listening to them, I was "smeared". Now I'm going again. Apparently, they decided that I was in their way, and "pushed" so as not to interfere.

I had to somehow check if all this was real or if I was dreaming. I pressed on my eye, saw that everything was twitching. Then I stepped off the carpet onto the cold floorboards and felt it too. I looked around and saw the clock on the TV. He pinched his leg. I tried to do it all unnoticed. It was somehow uncomfortable in front of them. It's like I don't believe myself.

So I got very close to them again. I'm asking:

"If I fly, when will I come back?"

They answer:

"Forty years from now."

Here I was taken by such a terrible longing, a lot of thoughts flashed through the head of the most primitive. They understood this and one said:

"It looks like we'll have to take that one."

Apparently, someone else, not me, with whom they had already agreed earlier. And again I was "pushed" into the wall of the sofa.

It happens as if in an unconscious state. The feeling of the second such event was no different from the first. It's the same thing. I'm lying face to the wall of the sofa again, again a feeling of "healthy" fear, fear is not "wet" or "sticky", namely healthy. I tried to get up for the third time, I really wanted to. I heard the table on the veranda crash, which the door hits when it is opened. I wanted to go out to look, but I couldn't get up. Then he lay down on his side and fell asleep peacefully.

In the morning, when I woke up, I told my son:

"There were aliens, there were "redheads", they went to look for traces."

The son immediately ran to look for tracks. There were no tracks, there was asphalt all around. Actually, I didn't know which tracks to look for myself.

The faces of the people were beautiful, human male beautiful faces. But some static ones. One has a slightly thin, elongated face, the other has a rounder one. The age of approximately 35 healthy athletic men's legs. His hair is straight, thick, and his eyes are of the European type.

About a month after that, I saw drawings of humanoids (Pereira) in a magazine. I found similar ones among them. That's all I saw then. Various details came later.

It seemed that the wife, son and mother-in-law who were sleeping here were lying so quietly, as if they had never existed, as if time had stopped. This sense of stopping time was very clear. It's a pity that I didn't think to look at my watch. During all this time, not a word was spoken. I sometimes noticed that I didn't have time to fully think out a thought-question, as I was already getting an answer to it. Moreover, sometimes after receiving an answer, I was only aware of my question. For example, when I asked how many years I would be back and learned the answer: "In forty", I had not yet had time to realize my next question, as I had already learned the answer: "Earthly". It was only after that that I realized that the question was, "What age?" - it has already appeared in my head.

Now I will tell you what the background of this event was. The night before, I felt that something was going to happen. It was not only a feeling, but also some real events that happened to me. I went for a walk in the woods. I picked a mushroom and suddenly learned the order:

"Put the mushroom there."

I don't do that. I'm getting an order again:

"Put it down..."

I come back, go and put it down. And then I get a deep sense of satisfaction - I did the right thing, a good thing. The impression is that someone is losing some kind of test, testing me in action. I returned home, I didn't tell my wife anything. In the evening, I did not fall off for a long time, I was reading some magazine, the mood was calm.

About seven years ago, it seemed to me that I had already had such telepathic sessions. It was five or seven times in total. Moreover, twice I went to such a session myself, but received an answer like: "Leave me alone."

For each session, I get my "dose" of satisfaction.

The first such session took place on Kuznetsky Most. I went on a date with my wife and the area of the cafe "Pirozhkova" and "Snowflakes". And suddenly something came over me: a kind of lively interest in what I see. For example, to a lamppost.

It is necessary to fix and describe its design, its purpose. I start to do this - describe all the details and elements and suddenly hang up: "Enough ..." And a wave of pleasure... Then the trolleybus as well, then the windows. And all in the same manner. When I approached my wife, she looks at me strangely: "You walked in an unusual way." All that day I walked around under the impression.

Another time at night near the university. Houses again, windows again. I managed to explain about the third time that windows are not sources of information, not code, but people live behind them, turn on and off lights, etc. I explained - lights out and a wave of pleasure. The impression is,

that they ask without understanding what a window is.

In the future, the range of issues was quite wide. For some reason, they were not interested in social issues, family relations, public relations, Russia before the revolution, and the subsequent period. He talked about the general geography, about the division into states. They didn't seem to know that.

Now, after this meeting and reflection, I know, for example, how to invite them to come, how to make them sit in the right place. The clearing is 500 meters away. Create a traveling light wave from edge to edge with a gradual increase in frequency before merging (in the text: "before merging"). Then they will appear. After that, it is necessary to launch an annular wave converging to the landing point. They'll sit down. Why is that? I know it from somewhere. I just know, I'm sure of it, that's all. And about other things, it's like I know something important, but I don't quite understand how.

My interpretation of this event is as follows. A couple of lab technicians hung around for a while

Earth, had some kind of tasks, maybe biological, and decided to take a live exhibit with them on departure.

After the event at the cottage, all sessions stopped. There were no more of them. But if you choose a good large clearing and put light waves like I saw on the screen on it, then they will fly up to this clearing and then land.

For example, I have now understood what telepathy is, its essence, its very meaning. That it is a good international language. Creates beautiful images of thought.

For some reason, it seems that they are excellent mathematicians. Now, by the way, the meaning of their first question is clear to me: this meeting was kind of the final one - all the tests were successful and now it's time to fly away with them. They left when I was squeezed into the wall.

I heard everything, but I couldn't do anything, although I wanted to go out after them. The dog sleeping on the porch showed no signs of life. Maybe she was running somewhere. No one in the village said that this was not a dream, not a hallucination, not a fiction.

The whole meeting lasted about 10 minutes. But they were in a hurry. I felt it. One of them was "impatient" and the other was more calm, but both were in a hurry. And when Goth suggested going to someone else and not messing with me, they both quickly agreed. When they didn't need me to talk,

they "turned me on", and in order not to be too active, they caused an induced feeling of fear.

What's more interesting, after this event, it was as if I was "squeezed out", as if all the connections in my head were cut off. Up to this point, thoughts and ideas had been coming to mind. My son is the same. Now I didn't recognize myself at work. I'll sit down to think, but there's some kind of emptiness in my head, silence. The work is not interesting, I almost dispersed my laboratory. He began to recover after about a year and a half.

Why did you choose me? There were many thoughts about the structure of space, about the goals of humanity, longing for distant worlds. Maybe they caught the longing. When they met, I felt that they were burning with impatience to fly home from earth and, it seems, forever. I wanted to fly with my daughter when I asked if it was possible for two.

I have thought more than once about whether I have the right to talk about this event. I tried to get an indication of permission or prohibition. But I still don't know that. I decided to start telling you. Up to this point, I had not seen a single UFO.