Saturday, November 19, 2011

I just stepped outside to get

I just stepped outside to get a novel that I am reading from my truck, and looking up in the sky, I see the synchronized lights dancing in a pattern above my house. I have seen those patterned lights before, and maybe I am wrong, but I don't trust them. To me, they are indicative of the MACHINE. I have noticed that most UFO's don't move in strict, circumscribed patterns, but you would expect such behavior from something controlled by the MACHINE. I hope that I didn't make a major mistake earlier today, when I went to the pharmacy. I was sitting outside, reading my book, and a woman pulled up in her car, and asked if I wanted an earlier queue number. Well, I was resigned to the thought of waiting for 40 minutes or so, and thus I was happy to take the number she offered me. When our fingers touched, there was an electric spark that went through the exchange. Well, about 20 minutes later, she showed up again, and told me that she was going to wait for her meds to be ready (she had been told about two hours). She talked with me briefly, but I tried to ignore her. For I had her pegged as an Amon-RA devotee, and the less I deal with them the better. Still, I could not help but feel compassion for her. The woman literally had no sense of self, no center. My guess is that she has been abused from a very young age, and she never developed a sense of self. She was eagerly trying to get my attention, like a groupie does a guru. It was really sad and pathetic, and I told myself, "you know, I have to try to do something to try to free these Amon-RA people", but yet I remained wary. I know that helpless, needy, clinging woman would stick a knife in my back without a second's hesitation, were she told to do so. To make my matters worse, they have a key to my truck. Twice now, I have found my truck door cracked open, and when I get inside, there is so much psychotropic that I start going crazy--shaking my head and trying to stay in reality. It is like some kind of metamphetamine--only worse, on account of my autism. It is dangerous, and I can't believe that they are so goddamned stupid as to put that stuff in my truck, but they do. Anyway, I need to be careful for that is how I got caught before--feeling sorry for my mother, and wanting to help her, which led to a night of abduction hell. I am wondering if the whole scenario was a plant, or if even the inadvertent touch, is going to be used in some kind of black magic ritual (I gave her my original queue number, so she has something I have touched). You know, a couple of years ago, I would have said that it was crazy to even think this way, but I know too much, now. Well, I am being abducted every night anyway, so I will just hope and pray for the best.

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