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Post by Therin on Oct 5, 2016 10:01:20 GMT
I've seen a line of cars quickly form that stretches through the entrance of an apartment complex, circles all through the complex, and out the exit again. They are all on their phones. Just one driver in every car. They all appear to not entirely understand what it is they are doing. It's like a traffic jam except it is not on the highway, it is in a parking lot. It's dusk or just after. Is this just a statistical anomaly? I think it's the hive mind. This happened years ago by the way.
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Post by Caylus Ark on Oct 5, 2016 10:02:40 GMT
I think it's the hive mind. This happened years ago by the way. What happens nowadays?
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Post by Therin on Oct 5, 2016 10:11:55 GMT
This happened years ago by the way. What happens nowadays? Nowadays weird fat bearded dudes are out in front of the driveway looking down at their phones. Or on a dirt bike driving by my house flashing me the L. Or my weird next door neighbor. Nothing serious. At least, for the moment, nothing that I would classify as an escalation. When the weird shit goes down, there's never a good looking chick around. That's how I know.
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Post by Therin on Oct 5, 2016 10:36:51 GMT
I like to believe that my Mason lawyer took care of all that stuff. The truth is that those events back then were devastating to my energetic body. The only reason I survived is because I had gone through a 'psychotic break' two years earlier.
I understood that I could withstand a great amount of energetic punishment as long as I held to some basic routines, which I did.
Anyways, the point is...after this period I went back to get my second degree and they did come after me. This time it was a guy I was hanging out with, Jay, who set me up (was a C.I. for 'them')...tried to get me to sell him weed (and record the conversation of 'the sale' on his phone)...with the Texas DPS special Narco unit...which came in my appartment without a warrent, roughed me up, searched my appartment, my phone, my wallet, took out my licence and credit cards, took me to jail. Where I was assaulted again, this time by a thug in the general detention cell at county.
That was the second time I have missing time. I don't remember the moments inbetween the sucker punch in the holding cell, and the cops dragging me out of there and immediately putting me infront of a video-ed in judge to declare myself guilty/innocent/no contest.
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Post by Therin on Oct 5, 2016 11:01:24 GMT
Funny how I keep coming across these people who cozy up to me and pretend to be a friend like Steve and Jay. It's only when the time is right that they reveal themselves to have the most treacherous intent. It almost seems like someone put them up to it.
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Post by Ladya on Oct 5, 2016 19:13:14 GMT
Good advice. Try not to hurt yourself. What about the other dude? The dude on the dirtbike wearing a helmet that decided to do donuts in front of my driveway? Look. Between me and you, Caylus, I'm not here to complain or to seek assistance. I'm not breathing into a bag. Besides, all that goes against my core philosophies. First the birdbath dude. Then the work crew came and used some equipment to get under the street supposedly to make a repair or something. They left some kind of paint splatter on the sidewalk. This is the exact same spot that the dirtbike dude later did a donut on. Right infront of the driveway. Strange things are afoot. Yes. Disturbing things. True. But this doesn't rise to '03 level. And I don't want it to. Don't think that I want it to. I think things will settle after the election. I'm really not the greatest person to listen to, so take what I say with a grain of salt as it is all rampant speculation. However, there was a period of time where I believed in something I called "matrix architects". I believe they look like ordinary people and often times they resemble construction crew or workers with nails and hardhats or physical tools of some kind. But they weren't ordinary people, they worked on things 'between realms' and they only looked like everybody else to blend in as they went from job to job. I think that most people don't see them at all, and that if things go according to plan they occupy a space that people ordinarily just can't possibly notice. But some people, people that aren't fully in our world or the next world, can see the matrix architects. And they don't know entirely what to make of them. We don't fully register them the same way as other humans, but we can't dismiss them as something other than human either. But I think what they might be is, the hands of the "machine", working to carry out tasks of the hive somehow. I don't think they are part of our reality, but they come into it for awhile when something needs to get clipped or moved, and people's thoughts memories and whatnot are altered accordingly to keep it all consistent. It's just an idle fantasy I've found myself pondering, my mind's gone back to it on a few occasions where I saw 'odd things' and noticed the theme of construction which seemed to run through all of it. Very interesting... That reminds me of a memory from years ago, The only entheogen I've ever tried (and only once, that was enough) was Salvia Divinorum. I believe I saw those construction workers that you speak of. I've heard that some people see clockwork elves etc. But the beings that I saw looked perfectly human and they were in work clothes.
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Post by Caylus Ark on Oct 5, 2016 23:21:11 GMT
I like to believe that my Mason lawyer took care of all that stuff. The truth is that those events back then were devastating to my energetic body. The only reason I survived is because I had gone through a 'psychotic break' two years earlier. I understood that I could withstand a great amount of energetic punishment as long as I held to some basic routines, which I did. Anyways, the point is...after this period I went back to get my second degree and they did come after me. This time it was a guy I was hanging out with, Jay, who set me up (was a C.I. for 'them')...tried to get me to sell him weed (and record the conversation of 'the sale' on his phone)...with the Texas DPS special Narco unit...which came in my appartment without a warrent, roughed me up, searched my appartment, my phone, my wallet, took out my licence and credit cards, took me to jail. Where I was assaulted again, this time by a thug in the general detention cell at county. That was the second time I have missing time. I don't remember the moments inbetween the sucker punch in the holding cell, and the cops dragging me out of there and immediately putting me infront of a video-ed in judge to declare myself guilty/innocent/no contest. Holy hell. That's real rough. What had you done to catch their attention in the first place?
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Post by Therin on Oct 6, 2016 13:56:11 GMT
I like to believe that my Mason lawyer took care of all that stuff. The truth is that those events back then were devastating to my energetic body. The only reason I survived is because I had gone through a 'psychotic break' two years earlier. I understood that I could withstand a great amount of energetic punishment as long as I held to some basic routines, which I did. Anyways, the point is...after this period I went back to get my second degree and they did come after me. This time it was a guy I was hanging out with, Jay, who set me up (was a C.I. for 'them')...tried to get me to sell him weed (and record the conversation of 'the sale' on his phone)...with the Texas DPS special Narco unit...which came in my appartment without a warrent, roughed me up, searched my appartment, my phone, my wallet, took out my licence and credit cards, took me to jail. Where I was assaulted again, this time by a thug in the general detention cell at county. That was the second time I have missing time. I don't remember the moments inbetween the sucker punch in the holding cell, and the cops dragging me out of there and immediately putting me infront of a video-ed in judge to declare myself guilty/innocent/no contest. Holy hell. That's real rough. What had you done to catch their attention in the first place? The Texas DPS narc unit? I dunno. But it was the entire squad. There were 8 people wearing blue gloves rifling through all my stuff. I think they were watching me from the moment I rolled back into town. I had to go talk to the dean of engineering to get admitted back into the university. I believe at that time, I was targeted for the setup. They clearly didn't want me there in town. I don't think that this was directly connected with the crazy stuff that was going on earlier in Houston. I don't believe that Jay just so happened to take that class (he wasn't in my major) and just so happen to cozy up to me so hard always wanting to come over and smoke weed and hang out at my place. He wasn't just some guy who got into some trouble and decided to sell me out in order to get out of it. I believe Jay was working for someone and burning me was his job.
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Post by Caylus Ark on Oct 6, 2016 19:29:49 GMT
Holy hell. That's real rough. What had you done to catch their attention in the first place? The Texas DPS narc unit? I dunno. But it was the entire squad. There were 8 people wearing blue gloves rifling through all my stuff. I think they were watching me from the moment I rolled back into town. I had to go talk to the dean of engineering to get admitted back into the university. I believe at that time, I was targeted for the setup. They clearly didn't want me there in town. I don't think that this was directly connected with the crazy stuff that was going on earlier in Houston. I don't believe that Jay just so happened to take that class (he wasn't in my major) and just so happen to cozy up to me so hard always wanting to come over and smoke weed and hang out at my place. He wasn't just some guy who got into some trouble and decided to sell me out in order to get out of it. I believe Jay was working for someone and burning me was his job. I take it that living out there smoking weed is even a big deal? That's all kinds of fucked up...
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Post by Therin on Oct 6, 2016 22:38:52 GMT
The Texas DPS narc unit? I dunno. But it was the entire squad. There were 8 people wearing blue gloves rifling through all my stuff. I think they were watching me from the moment I rolled back into town. I had to go talk to the dean of engineering to get admitted back into the university. I believe at that time, I was targeted for the setup. They clearly didn't want me there in town. I don't think that this was directly connected with the crazy stuff that was going on earlier in Houston. I don't believe that Jay just so happened to take that class (he wasn't in my major) and just so happen to cozy up to me so hard always wanting to come over and smoke weed and hang out at my place. He wasn't just some guy who got into some trouble and decided to sell me out in order to get out of it. I believe Jay was working for someone and burning me was his job. I take it that living out there smoking weed is even a big deal? That's all kinds of fucked up... It's not a huge deal. But possession with intent to distribute would be a felony. I've never sold a drug in my life. But someone sure wanted me to sell Jay some weed. Good to know that our elite drug enforcement agencies have their priorities in order.
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