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A Bright Light Over My Bus
A Bright Light Over My Bus
A Bright Light Over My Bus
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A Bright Light Over My Bus

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Do you wonder what it’s like to be haunted by things you can’t see? To be terrorized by your own toys? To have no one believe you, not even the people who claim to make it their business to listen? Jennifer White knows.

This living book is the personal, true experience of an alien abductee who didn’t even know she was an abductee – until a researcher made her mad.

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Release dateOct 20, 2009
ISBN9781452352053
A Bright Light Over My Bus
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Jennifer White

When not spending her time traipsing around in the woods, Jennifer enjoys taking care of her family. She is married and has three children, and often jokes that she was born in the wrong era. She grew up just outside of St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, and has a fierce love for the foggy old city. For as long as she can remember, Jennifer has been involved in the arts; she writes, is a trained musician, and has been performing in community musicals for many years. Five years ago, she relocated to Happy Valley - Goose Bay to pursue a teaching career.She holds degrees in Folklore and English, Intermediate/Secondary Education, and Leadership Studies. She also has a Certificate in Newfoundland Studies and a Diploma in Technology Education.

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    A Bright Light Over My Bus - Jennifer White

    Do you wonder what it’s like to be haunted by things you can’t see? To be terrorized by your own toys? To have no one believe you, not even the people who claim to make it their business to listen?

    Jennifer White knows.

    This is the personal, true experience of an abductee who didn’t even know she was an abductee – until someone tripped over her furniture and a researcher pissed her off.

    A Bright Light Over My Bus

    A Living MKUltra Memoir

    Jennifer White

    White, Jennifer

    A Bright Light Over My Bus

    First published 2013, Jennifer White

    Published by the Writers of the Apocalypse

    Sixth release

    Copyright 2013 - 2017

    Edited and put together by K. J. Joyner.

    Cover art © efks at dollarphotoclub.com

    (License notes) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

    If you’d like to support Jennifer White’s quest to find the truth, please visit her Youtube channel and drop her a line. The more help she gets the closer she gets, the more she can tell. It's true: knowledge is power. She really wants to share that power with you.

    This is a living book.

    The author has spent her entire life trying to make sense of what has happened, to understand why, and to remember greater detail. When she remembers something else, she adds it here. But. Because she holds every memory with suspicion and is careful lest she or someone else is lying to her(self), this doesn’t happen as quickly or as often as you might think.

    She has chosen to write it as if she was being interviewed in order to make an attempt to get her life in linear order. You can also see her video blogs she has used to help her write this book on her Youtube channel. Just visit her website, www.twilightcurtain.com to find more about her, her research, and relevant links.

    Contents

    I am a Milab

    The Family

    Childhood

    Incubus

    First Handler

    Spirits

    Past Lives

    The Fishbowl

    Love Life

    Missions

    Abductions

    Sacrifice

    Therapy

    Soul Numbers

    The Story Isn't Over

    Healing

    A Bright Light Over My Bus

    I Am A MILAB

    Do you know what a MILAB is?

    MILAB is a condensed word coming from 'military abduction'. Basically, it's a person who is being abducted by the military for covert operations. Usually the MILAB is a person who is also being abducted by or in contact with extraterrestrial persons, and the government is trying to uncover information as a matter of national security.

    There are a lot of stories about how the government tries to get this information from we the people. They don't walk up to your front door at decent hours, knock, and wait to get invited in for tea. They don't trust you to be patriotic or cooperative in any fashion like that at all. Consistently, MILAB after MILAB say the same thing: they're abducted in some fashion, taken to some obscure location, and are often drugged and brutally interrogated. Then they are returned home with promises that the experience will seem like nothing more than a dream to them. Thousands of people will tell you some version of this scenario. With so many people reporting the same thing again and again, it stops looking like a coincidence and begins to appear as something of a fact.

    As I said before often for the MILAB, events happen as if it's a dream. This is by design. The government has gotten good enough with their own abductions they even fool people into thinking it was aliens all along, or fairies, or mermaids. Whatever. I seriously thought I was seeing elves and fairies my entire life. In an odd way I was*, but it was something deeper than that.

    Nearly all MILABs report being mistreated by their abductors, the handlers. And let's face it, being taken in the middle of the night without prior permission is a violation of your civil rights and takes away from your dignity as a sentient being. The program that handles this ongoing scenario is a total abuse of power founded in mistrust. Handlers live under assumption that civilians are worthless, not even worth being treated as the human beings.

    I call the night trips with the government 'work'. Sometimes I also consider them to be missions. You'll meet all sorts of people on these missions: famous people like Ozzie Osborne, politicians like JFK, and other MILABs you may or may not remember. There's a whole host of characters.

    After 'work', your subconscious retains these memories. It pours them into what I call the well of information. A MILAB is programmed only to be able to access certain parts of that information when in certain modes of being. These modes of being can be an alternate personality or a belief given to them while under a drugged hypnotic trance. However the well is always there no matter who you are told you are at any given point in time. Little things will surface from time to time. One of the little things for me manifested itself into doodling faces.

    It used to be when I was in high school, I'd spent my time doodling the faces in my head. Sometimes I would meet a person I had drawn on the edge of my Algebra or English homework, and I would be confused as to why they didn't recognize me. I couldn't understand how I knew their faces in the first place. I thought maybe I was seeing the future. Now I know: it's because I probably saw them at work and they remember less than I do.

    The way I see it, there are at least two types of MILABS. There are the butterflies, those who went through the rigorous training in what many people call the MK Ultra Program. It's not pretty, the type of training they used to do, and there are a lot of books documenting the torture, mental anguish, and overall yuck of it all.

    From the best I can figure out, I'm a butterfly type. I didn't come to this decision lightly. I certainly wouldn't lay such a claim out of some twisted need for fame and attention. (Trust me. Under my real name, I get plenty of both.) It's just my own training matches the Butterfly aspect of the program over the more military aspects, even though I ended up on the military side later in life. I don't know why that is -- but something inside of me says it's because my program was cancelled. Or I fucked up when I decided to get married and have children. No major life of fame for me.

    Some things that helped me to figure these things out are the early books by Fritz Springmeier. It doesn't matter that he was thrown in jail after he wrote them. Neither does it matter if he was innocent or guilty. When my husband, who was helping me at the time, came across his books it was like I'd found a piece of myself I never knew was missing.

    For example, there were nightmares and dreams that had repeated themselves over and over again. These things were a direct match to what Springmeier had documented in his research. They were actual training and exercises to break and mold my mind into the shape my handlers wanted.

    Once broken, a human being's mind will split and often a new personality will be 'born'. This birth can be so complete, the original person in a body may never know this split exists and vice versa. This is one of the many complicated ways the human spirit has to protect itself. These personalities are called alters.

    The MKUltra program induces alters in a subject purposefully. Springmeier documented extensively the various types of alters a single subject may have. They range in all shapes and colors. They can be blind. They can be a doll, or a sex kitten slave (the most widely known one), or a black princess slumbering deep inside like some uber security program. When I saw this list I felt something stir inside of me because I knew all of these things. I not only knew them, I had seen them after a fashion.

    My husband had to read the books for me for the most part, and in that I missed out. I would try to read them and fall asleep, or I would find myself putting the book down and doing something else as if I literally had no attention span. This wasn't like me. Fortunately my husband was interested at the time.

    The thing about Springmeier's work that turns off a lot of people is his

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