The Brown Scurries

Did you see that? There! That ... that brown blur? Out of the corner of your eye?

Among the many alien lifeforms I've interacted with aboard ships, possibly the most fascinating are the Brown Scurries. They move so quickly that all I see is a fast-moving glimpse of brown fur and hear the muffled sound of scampering feet. There is a tail, but I cannot make out a head or snout or ears. There are at least four short legs and the sound they make is like that of a squirmy puppy scampering across a freshly-waxed hardwood floor.

Most alien beings are only seen on board ships or in my dreams. The Brown Scurries, however are sometimes in my home when I'm wide awake, especially around the time of an alien visitation.

On the ships I am always accompanied by two or three Grey beings. They're not overly social but will usually reply to direct questions. I asked once, "What are those creatures?"

"They clean up messes," was the nonchalant reply. If the Grey beings are feeling particularly conversational they will send telepathic messages to clarify their minimal words, but I was overwhelmed by the amount of images I got in this instance. In answer to the question, in my mind's eye I saw the Brown Scurries quickly disposing of bits of trash left behind by the humans aboard by scooting over it reminiscent of a fast fuzzy brown Roomba. I saw one move over what looked like a small pool of urine and when it moved away the floor was clean. I winced with the awkward realization that I had wet myself in fear on more than one occasion aboard a ship.

But then, unexpectedly, more images showed themselves, scrambling to make sense in my brain in the way the Brown Scurries rush across the floor. "They clean up messes." I heard again, with the concept imparted that they can fix mistakes prior to the event being recorded in a human brain. There is a momentary lapse between the time a human sees or experiences something and it is recorded in the human's brain. These creatures are able to remove an event from a human brain before it is permanently recorded there.

I was taken aback. This was too much. They grab me from my soft cozy bed, they take me to indescribable places, they do unmentionable things to my body and they mess with my memories. Somehow I had come to terms with all of that. But now ... this ... I can witness events and not just have them buried under a false memory but have them completely removed from my brain forever? Just ... no. No. The only thing I still felt that I had even the smallest amount of control over in this situation was my mind, my brain. But now to know they can manipulate what our brain actually records?

My fear, which had been held in check for some time, came thrashing to the forefront of my mind like a wild horse about to break free of its tether. I didn't know if I could handle this knowledge.

The accompanying Grey beings are usually to my side and slightly behind me, gently touching my upper arms to guide my way. They immediately knew they had given me too much information and the grip on each of my upper arms tightened. A third Grey leaned over and swept up one of the Brown Scurries in his arms, standing just off to my side. Head reeling with fears, thoughts, questions, memories, I slowly turned to look at him. The Brown Scurry disappeared from his arms and I saw it in my peripheral vision, loping along like a tiny brown bear. Again I turned to focus on it, but my eyes cannot register them while looking directly at them. I was told they can only be seen by humans in our peripheral vision.

The Greys have learned from us as we have learned from them. In past years they would have immediately made me unconscious and I'd have awakened in my bed, haunted with the feeling that something important had just happened; but maybe it was just a dream. Now we work together on mutual understanding and they didn't give up on me. They explained a very complicated phenomenon to me and although I nearly panicked, I did not. The third Grey stopped me from panicking by picking up a Brown Scurry, thereby alleviating my worst fears that the small brown faceless creatures were somehow evil or bad or destructive. The Greys know that I love dogs and cats, so by treating a Brown Scurry like a small dog or cat my fears were eased. We are working together on a journey from fear to Love. I cannot say I love the Brown Scurries but I understand now what they do and why they are here.

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