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93 “supposed to be doing,” or what somebody wanted me to be doing, that’s for sure. Part of it I think involved being with Tom. They do not like him, that much I know. The plan had apparently been to get me to stick with my brother at all costs, no matter what he was doing or how nasty he got, thus enabling him to carry out his various criminal/agent provocateur programming commands while simultaneously sabotaging my own life in the process; then, turn my back on my budding friendship with Tom and never make it out of Portland, Oregon. Instead, I permanently ditched my brother, made a break for Florida, and hooked up with Tom. I was still staring at the table, frozen, when Tom finally said “What the hell was THAT?? Why were those guys staring at you like that?!?” He was frowning and watching them as they stopped at a booth behind us. He had no idea what was going on. I was finally able to ude oe commands while tell him from my perspective. According to Tom, who was facing them, they paused first at the booth behind ours, of course, while I sat paralyzed in place. Then the shorter guy that I recognized pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Then they moved further back, to a booth against the back wall of the restaurant. Tom said that in regards to the cigarette dude, his mannerisms and vibe in general was that of power. Like mafia. Just the way he lit his cigarette and carried himself. Total power. It’s funny, because in retrospect he did look Italian. ;) Then the shorter darker mafia power cigarette guy, the one I “recognized”, decided to head to the restroom, as an excuse to do another buzz by probably. I didn’t see him head to the restroom, but, again, I “felt” him when he approached back around again. I intuitively looked up, directly at him. His eyes were locked on me from over ten feet away as he neared, again, with that smirk and toa restaurant. sexual vibe. So, yup, that was “them.” Or, some of them, anyway. I had requested prior to this incident to be able to see some of “them” while I was out and about in the real world...and be able to know I had that it was them. Well, guess I got my wish. They picked the optimal place and time to do it, too. A Denny’s diner at two in the morning is perfect. Nobody is going to be dressed like they were at a Denny’s, in the middle of the night. They totally stood out. Then factor in the telepathic tug and the subconscious recognition and the feeling like I Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e