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134 being in the black helicopter group, then it’s obvious. “You still have a long way to go, buddy. But keep digging.” And who knows. Maybe if they dig deep enough, a black heli will decide to pay them a visit. ;) EEE The Bees. There’s a related type of story that should be inserted in here, as it relates to changing the radio dial. It has to do with a swarm of angry bees that appeared outside our apartment one afternoon when I’d been reading the book “Barbara: Story of a UFO Investigator” about UFO researcher Barbara Bartholic. I mention her book again later on in this section as well, but I had been reading the chapter titled “Punishment for Investigating” which details all the ways in which Barbara had been harassed over the years for her research into abductions and UFOs. My skin became hot and flushed as I read, and I was even shaking a little. It was the most disturbing chapter to read in the whole book, and I wasn’t prepared for it. Especially the mention of harm that came to her pets. Innocent animals being targeted to get at their owners is horrible stuff. So I was worked up after several hours of reading. By then it was early afternoon and my boyfriend was up from sleeping, and so I took a break from reading to talk and hang with him for a bit. My cat was standing at the front door meowing expectantly, hoping to be let outside to play and have some fun, as was the norm on nice warm days such as that...but I inexplicably felt like I couldn’t get up from the chair I was in. Normally I would have gotten up right away and opened the door for her, but it was like I was being held in place. So I just sat there and smiled at my cat from across the room and told her that I’d let her out in a little while, just hang in there. I didn’t question the fact that I didn’t seem to be able to get up. When “something” is being done to us we normally just go with it as if in a dream. I sat there in the chair talking with Tom and bouncing ideas back and forth about the chapter I’d just been reading, and after about a minute I heard a noise outside. It sounded like bees. A lot of bees. Innocent “What's that noise?” I said to him, frowning and listening. “Motorcycles?” he said, not paying much attention. Occasionally there are dirt bikes on the trail in the woods outside our apartment. “No, that’s not motorcycles....that sounds like bees....” I was now able to get up since the veil of control had lifted, and I walked over to the living room window to see what was out there, concerned. Chasing Phantoms —_—_—_— Ee"