by psynapz » Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:40 pm
I definitely agree that there's no reason to make it easy for the perps to identify us. With that said, I'll share details which are unlikely to be useful in narrowing down my meat:
I'm in New England. I work on the Internet all day, often for money. I'm not on anybody's payroll, nor am I subject to anyone's blackmail or, as far as I can tell, personally-directed mind control. In other words, I'm nobody's agent but my own, and anything I say online here or elsewhere is just because I want to share in the ongoing unfoldment of understanding.
My work affords me lots of time to research stuff, and I battle my RI addiction with the goal of sustained, billable productivity, often losing out. I have only one other online community in which I almost never participate anymore due to the estrangement of knowledge. Hard to know what to say to those folks anymore. I went on a rant once and it didn't go well. I wish I could link to here from there, but I never ever will.
If I had spent half the time I've spent on RI in the last five years (blog or board) on my profession, I might be financially independent, living in one of those Earthships that Irridescent Cuttlefish (R.I.P. ?) turned the blog commenters onto and enjoying a less-culpable lifestyle on the outer edges of the system.
It's odd how my RI addiction has been my greatest handicap and simultaneously the greatest liberation. It's both driven me to the razor-thin edge of schizotypal insanity and simultaneously healed my diseased head. RI: It's like chemo for the mind.
During waking hours, I continuously submit unproxied, profilable traffic patterns directly to the all-seeing eye of horus, knowing full-well who hovers above the capstone of this particular entertainment, infrastructure and data services megalopolic pyramid. It scares the shit out of me when I think too hard about it, so I try not to. Anything I post on RI could be captured upstream and isolated by geo-IP, subpoenaed for broadband subscriber details including my address, where from I can be dragged away quietly in the wee hours.
My household transmits at least two mobile phone signals, and they call each other a lot when they aren't using the same towers. My closest associates know enough to take the battery out of their phone for important conversations, but the tower logs do show our signals coalescing first, so this is probably not as useful as it seems.
I'm a high school drop-out success story.
Just before I did, though, I had a nice 8-month high school relationship with a beautiful girl who grew up on Plattsburgh AFB and had, she said, MPD. I've argued with her alters before, knowingly, but we didn't call them that. I had noticed her facial features would change dramatically and rapidly, and considered that she had multiple faces, but didn't associate it with MPD.
She was molested by an uncle when she was 5, and would sometimes be triggered by body contact to want to tear her clothes off (so nothing's touching her) and go fetal. For whatever reason, her father (the AF officer stationed at Plattsburgh) was totally estranged by this time.
She even insisted on giving me her virginity (symbolic), and she fought through a pretty intense fear reaction during intercourse. So that was fun. Closest I've ever been to the sensation of being a rapist, I think. Ugh.
She was Wiccan and had all kinds of boundary experiences which we occasionally shared, having my own pre-existing adeptness at dabbling in occult metaphysics as it was, so I learned a lot of interesting ideas from her, some of them perhaps suspect in retrospect.
I lost contact with her entirely after she got a therapist who implored her right away to break off any romantic entanglements, which I didn't understand at the time. I never put all this together until recently, and I don't know what to do with it at this point. I do have to wonder whether I was targeted for metaphysical distraction, disablement, close observation and reporting, or just general bullshittery, or whether I was just subject to her biases. I have no idea.
Since then I've had nobody around me with this degree of strangeness. Well, maybe an abductee or two. As much as I've stared at the sky at night, I've never seen anything unidentifiable, flying or otherwise, but I do get a strong sense of discarnate entities floating about sometimes, and I can occasionally hear them. I remember my whole life pretty well with no black-outs or blank spots or missing time or anything, from perhaps one of my last diaper changes thru this moment, and I don't remember any creepy weird experiences anywhere involving anything or anyone. No disappearing cabins in the woods, no glowing humanoids giving me floating toys, nothing of the sort.
I don't vote.
I've been soaking up radically peaceful goodness on Sundays at a local Unitarian-Universalist congregation. Try as I might, with the vast wealth of red flags available to me for raising around anything like this, I cannot find a reason to stop going. Lovely people full of self-empowered, personalized and sovereign spirituality and for most, a strong bent towards local political action, which is probably about the only useful form of it left to affect meaningful change. A recovering catholic, I wept at my first service there, realizing it wasn't the structure and routine I abhorred, it was the content.
I've been to Roswell, and they take their local history very, very seriously.
I had a nightmare once about a massive, full-hemispheric black-triangle-flyover invasion as seen through green phoshorescent night-vision on the ground. But that was after watching that damn made-for-CBS-all-seeing-eye movie Intruders: They Are Among Us.
I went super right-wing-asshole for a while after 9/11. Go Bush! Get those goddamn savages.
I learned about chemtrails before I learned about 9/11. I learned about orgonite after. I've thrown it, buried it, and given it to friends. They still ask for more. I think it works as advertised. I'd never heard of agnihotra mud balls before the Z-Force Group showed up, and I was embarrassed by them. Bad PR. I have no involvement in these groups or communities on or offline.
I've had a handful of wonderful shroom trips.
I had never been to NYC before 9/11, but had learned the lies before my first visit, so Ground Zero was an especially ominous experience the first time, and every time since. The new PATHS station there still creeps me right the fuck out.
I have filmmaking and broadcast video production experience, but I can't decide what of all things floating around in my head to weaponize into a memetic payload of mass instruction. I'm open to any and all ideas.
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