Pamela Stonebrook: The Intergalactic Diva’s Alien Abduction and Reptilian Encounters
About 25 years ago, a woman named Pamela Stonebrook was known only as a jazz singer from Los Angeles. Then she published a book about her alien abduction experience. Since then, she’s been dubbed the “Intergalactic Diva,” and her terrifying story made her more famous among UFO enthusiasts than jazz fans.
Her age remains unknown, as she leads a very private life and refuses to disclose such details. Nevertheless, she still sings professionally and regularly releases new albums.
According to Pamela, she began having strange dreams at the age of 8 or 9. In the mornings, she would find odd marks on her skin, as if someone had precisely removed small patches for analysis.
As she grew older, things got worse. One night in 1994, she opened her eyes and found herself not in her bedroom, but in a dimly lit room with smooth metallic walls. She was lying curled up in the fetal position on a kind of table, and the room was shaped like a “truncated pyramid.” In the corner stood a group of short grey-skinned beings with large heads and huge black eyes—classic Greys.
One of them beckoned her. She got up and followed it through a suddenly appearing opening in the wall into another similar room. There was a metal table with three smaller, more human-like Grey beings. Their huge heads weren’t completely bald—they had sparse hair, like children undergoing chemotherapy. When they saw Pamela, they got excited and ran up to her, grabbing her hands and calling her “Mommy.”
She was overwhelmed by surreal terror and panic, then blacked out.
She woke up back in her bed, noticing fresh bruises where the “girls” had grabbed her. Later, she remembered that as she panicked, adult Greys rushed in and took her away. She believes they conducted experiments on her, though she doesn’t recall specifics.
She remembered them telepathically showing her vivid apocalyptic images of Earth and telling her Earth was merely a terraforming experiment—converting a lifeless planet into a habitable one. Pamela concluded that she’d been abducted since childhood and that the scars on her skin were from Grey manipulations. The hybrid “girls” may have been created using her DNA.
In the following months of 1994, Pamela had recurring terrifying dreams involving Greys, which she believes were actual memories. Still, she tried to focus on her music career.
One night, instead of Greys or hybrids, she awoke to find a handsome blond man lying on top of her. They had sex, and Pamela described the experience as extremely pleasurable. She didn’t recognize him but felt safe. The energy, however, soon became aggressive. He felt more than human, and their telepathic connection made her feel like her entire body was in ecstasy.
Suddenly, the handsome lover transformed before her eyes into a large reptilian humanoid. He whispered, “We’ve always been together. We love each other.” It wasn’t the last time he came. He continued visiting her, each time in a new human form.
Whether these encounters were connected to the Greys and the hybrid girls is unclear. But unlike the others, these visits didn’t hurt her—they brought pleasure.
After Pamela’s book, she began receiving letters from women who claimed to have had the same experiences. While the public mostly mocked her—and even ufologists considered reptilian sexual encounters fringe—she stood her ground and addressed the community in an open letter:
“Reptilian encounters are a topic few women dare to discuss publicly. I admire the courage of those who have—often facing ridicule. I’ve heard stories of women whose families tried to institutionalize them or whose preachers accused them of being possessed by demons.
I am not alone—just the only one speaking publicly. In the UFO community, reptilians are not politically correct. To admit to having sex with them—and enjoying it—is too much for conservative circles.
But through reading, research, and personal conversations with dozens of women (and men), I know I’m not the only one.
These experiences are complicated, like a hall of mirrors. Reptilians use sex to control humans, shape-shift, manipulate minds, and give unimaginable pleasure via mental connection.
During a recent past-life regression, I saw myself as part of a brotherhood of reptilian warriors who died in a cataclysm, possibly a nuclear disaster. I saw a red cloud and felt searing heat.
I believe I might reconnect with these beings—perhaps fellow warriors trying to warn us of our self-created doom—or maybe they are aspects of myself. I don’t know. I’m just trying to solve the mystery like everyone else.”
