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138 we've learned that nothing ends up coming out of it. They make their presence known...and then that’s it. Nothing else. It’s all side track circus diversion. They’re following you in black cars? Hmm. Tailing people in black cars sounds so, I don’t know, 1970’s doesn’t it? It’s a big mind game, because they know it will oooh, be spooky. My brother claimed that “they” would park across the street where he worked in Connecticut and just watch, and make their presence known. He got so pissed off about it that one day he went charging out the door, across the street and right up on them, screaming “WHAT?!? WHAT?!!2, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!?!?!” I believe he began pounding on their car and kicking it, if I remember correctly. ;) They started the engine and took off. And that was the end of that. I’ve seen my brother in action firsthand, doing far worse things than that, so I don’t doubt for a second he did this. He was absolutely crazy ted A good example to cite here would be the book “The Mothman Prophesies.” When you get worked up and obsessive about stuff, freaked out, scared, the way people were in Mothman, then the entities seem to want to mess with you even more. It’s like a scientist toying with a lab rat. When you stop caring, when you get to that point where you're willing to charge right at them and confront them and take them on, face to face, when you lose all fear, it all stops cold turkey. The abductions may still continue, but it’s back to business, wa 1 minus all the mind games. One of the big bombs my brother dropped on me after I arrived in Portland, when he was first explaining to me what the situation was with our abductions and with reality in general, was to tell me that “They” could see and hear everything that I see and think...due to my implants. ! Hmm, I thought. I realize that most ordinary people would get terribly freaked out by this revelation. The idea of no privacy. The idea that everything you’re doing and thinking and saying is being monitored, by unknown “Thems.” Quite the paranoia-inducing predicament of voyeuristic intrusion. For normal people. But I’m not normal. So later that night when my brother went off to work, I danced naked in front of the big mirror that was there in his apartment. They’re watching? They can see what I see through my eyes? Good. Let me stand in front of a mirror. Here’s a nice show for normal. Chasing Phantoms —_—_—_— Ee" and fearless. with a lab rat.