The Alien. Ukraine

Vera Prokofievna Ignatenko (58 years old) writes to the Commission on AI:

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In the middle of September 1989, she was at home, the evening was warm, I opened the window and read the magazine "Knowledge" by the window.

And suddenly I felt the familiar irresistible gaze on me again, and it is unknown how I found myself in the sky. usually, since childhood, I have been very afraid of heights, but the amazing thing is that I was sitting high in the sky on a silver upholstered chair that hung in an airless space and there was no feeling of fear of heights. I was sitting in a chair like the one they had in their ship, and there was a soft silver rug under my bare feet.

I was dressed in a silver-colored cassock, but woven from brocade. I didn't know why I was in heaven or how I could have ended up there.

But the amazing thing is that despite the clock, which I did not have, I knew exactly the time, and it was 22-30 when I found myself in the sky. And so. I looked at the angle to the east and in the evening sky I saw the Moon, which was lower than the place where I was and was 3 times larger in size, as we see it from earth and brighter. Then I looked down at an angle to the northwest and saw my land under the evening light of the moon. It was twice the size of the moon that I saw from the sky. Our land was shrouded in ash-brown dust and was lifeless, only in the eastern side this poisonous dust enveloped it a little less often. I realized that people did not stop, did not take the advice of the force of good, which tried nonviolently to stop scientists and all those who violate the environment, who poison the air that he and his descendants breathe and will have to breathe. I looked anxiously at my little lost land, which is called our mother, and we humans crippled it, and then destroyed it. My heart was bursting with anxiety and pain and I was at a loss where to ask for help to resurrect the earth from the dead and all who lived on it. And suddenly, invisible to me from the southern side of the sky, there was such an answer. I heard unearthly singing. A lot of young male voices were smoothly singing the divine melody of the church, and I heard and understood some words: "Blessed is he who is pure in his soul. Blessed is he who does only good. Blessed is he who is merciful with his heart. Blessed is he who loves his neighbor. Blessed is he who does not understand the sword against his brother. For God is the Creator, he will be merciful to them in his kingdom."

And when, as if fascinated, I listened to this uniquely gentle divine melody. I knew that the time on earth is 22-25.

And instantly I was sitting with the book open again and I didn't even make a mistake in the line, I continued to read on and I didn't feel any signs of sleep. When I went to the kitchen to look at the clock what time it was, it was 22-45.