before i start, if anyone knows one of those bene-haha..whatsis gals who can do the extention thingy...my number is........
i mean, i have blue eyes, and might be willing to get over my aversion to sand, and crawly things..
and i'll stay away from saying any more about portal checking for any humno whatsis when i'm taking care of business.)
ok, business, because there's DO much here to comment on..
pete was a friend of mine in the 60's, late 60's..
through the early 70's.
i met him at a cofee shop. he introduced me to an odd group of seemingly care free college girls in a rented house they called "Random house".
it was on the corner or 8th and Church street. a row house.
they were nice enough, and smart, and for the most part cute, and good for small parties, hippie gatherings, anti war talks..and a doobie once in a while..ok, two or three times a week.., ok, all weekend..
and maybe now and then some demonic breeding..
and they were ALL narcs..
goons, LEIU, and COINTELPRO agents..
Richard Mellon Scaifes lying C---s from hell..
( and if that doesn't get me targeted, i met Newt Gingrich in that very house in 1970, three months before Kent State..)
another for another day..
pete was the one who made sure, i met so and so..
and then, when i didn't "hook up", turn, take on training, or submit, fast enough, he was one of a few who became my cleaner, take a ride guy,
the targeteer, and finger pointer..
he was to do me..
he went to ALL those places you talked about..
he was involved in the ritual sacrifices..
he was deluded in "saving women" actually, i heard the words, "saving aryan women" once..and yet he participated in gang rape and blackmail, to recruit women for the "cell".
he and the bunch of them were also into witchcraft...lilypat may remember, that during the 60-70 changeover witchcraft items, were a BIG seller in stores..
HE's the one that introduced me to Whites Woods..
took me there more than once, and finally to kill me..
during a small encounter, a benign encounter, he was acting, ( and he could act, but this was a genuine affectation)
very upset, i would equate it with fear..
great fear..
and he was at a loss for words..and he was eloquent in his speech, usually..especially when excited, but this time he was agitated..
very agitated..
wide eyed in appearence..
as i said, fear...bordering on terror..
and when i asked him what for?
he couldn't answer..
it was the Innes boy who spoke up, and said they were at the tunnel..
and they saw "it" at the tunnel..and Innes started to explain..
one had to know Innes..he never knew a short story..
didn't say if they saw bob hope, hr puffenstuff..the antichrist, or naked faries dancing..
but as he went through the "we went, we walked, we stopped for a drink, we walked, we said parts of the story, Pete started to get more and more frantic..
finally, he started yelling at Innes to shut the f up..shut up and NEVER tell..
shut up and forget..
it never happened, and never tell anyone or he would get killed..
well, that ruined my chance of hearing the rest of it..
and strangely, i shut up too..
i did my damnedest to put it behind me..
now, i WANTED to remember, and lord knows, i wanted to get nibby on it..
and i know i made a mental note to ask Innes later, figuring, he would blab anything, with the right goading..
but ya know, i forgot about it completely, until you mentioned the tunnel..
so, what was it?
now, i KNOW you have sen thing sthere..
and i know, you know, you saw some odd stuff..
but guys, are guys..
we are mere mortal chauvanist yang oriented, gonad swinging ignorant physical hollow log beating dum dum dancing left ape brained fluid or lead shooting bastards..
and we don't notice odd...
like we don't notice flirting, we don't see shite unless it has boobs or fangs..and is running..as dead still objects don't visulally register..
so..
what DID he see?
and what would he threaten killing for..
because i found out, he would in fact kill..
that it wasn't a threat.
he never went back...i never went over..
and i never found out..
i visited him a few times, not too long ago..to find answers..and he died..
he died with the same look of fear in his eyes, because he was remembering, and he was afraid..
and was afraid of what i might have seen..
and knew..