I was pledging a fraternity in college, and part of the hazing process wasthe daily morning jog through the town with the rest of the “goons” or pledges. Cortland was a bit of a shock to me because of the weather that year. Whereas in Long Island we usually had good weather with plenty of sun, Cortland rested in a valley among seven hills, and the sun rarely showed, especially in 1967-68. We ran through the rain and slush each morning, in the cold, and although the running was fine with me, the damp cold took its toll. After two weeks of this routine I came down with pneumonia, and checked into the school infirmary, where I remained for a full week. Looking back, I don’t know why I wasn’t transferred to the hospital, unless it was an insurance issue. I had the only dayroom all to myself that week. All the other beds were empty. Each day was like the next, as I labored to breathe and slept. A nurse would check on me periodically, but otherwise it was just me in an empty room. Although I was pretty out of it most of the time, I did notice that I didn’t seem to be getting any better. My usual “walk it off” attitude was subsiding and was replaced by increasing concern.
One afternoon, on the fifth or sixth day, the sun broke and streamed through the windows. It was warm and inviting and I thought about getting out of bed, but was too weak to manage it. After dozing for awhile, I looked toward the doorway to the right of my bed and saw three small squarish looking men walk in. They seemed to be identical and filed in one behind the other. When they reached me I realized just how small they were, because when they passed behind the foot of the bed even their heads didn’t show. I tried to sit up to see, but fell back into the mattress and slept. Were these guys real or an hallucination? I don’t know, but I do know that I was well the very next morning and was discharged to attend classes.
Many years later I read a description of three men that seemed identical to my three dwarves, in an account by Whitley Strieber about his encounter with them. Was I cured by aliens? I don’t know, but its nice to know someone else had a similar experience.
If you’d like to listen to an interview I had with Whitley Strieber in December of 2008, you can find it at my website here
http://www.thehiddenlanguage.com/pages/media.htm
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