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easy way would have been for me to ignore everything as an involuntary fantasy and continue with my life as complacently as I had done so far. For about three docile years or more, doubts and crippled motivation had been responsible for this irrational denial of things that had blatantly manifested themselves to me by accident. My further investigation into those things revealed memories that clearly weren’t accidents. These had to be compiled regardless of the negative influence left in me by the Programmers and it wasn’t until sometime towards the end of 1999 that I decided to begin this. The strangest year for me was 1996. It began with a life altering revelation and the departure of an old friend to which I had been hypnotically attached. Instead of putting pen to paper right away to record all I remembered, I was instead left in an absolute daze about what I had been involved in. Take into account that the only memories with me were of the ceremony and the psychic UFO event in the park. My period of open-mouthed astonishment made that year pass quickly, which makes me look upon this dazed feeling as the beginning of an induced spell. As months went on, memories were glowing through the haze making me realise how involved I actually was with the ethereality. I couldn’t document it because everything seemed so unreal and badly sequenced. The years 1997, 1998 and 1999 were a kind of imbibing period where I slowly drank in information while being thickly amidst a strange spell. I couldn’t snap out of it and was diagnosed to be suffering from an obscure depression around that time. My feelings were of chronic lethargy and being preoccupied with obscure things, making concentration impossible. I was unable to hold down a job and first applied for a disability benefit in early ‘97. I remembered having so much information that I wanted to share, but conditions prevented me from articulating it correctly. There is a lot to be said for experiencing a “spell” and I had started to realise what “casting a spell” entails. This feeling I went through wasn’t necessarily one of suffering, it was more like I had been “tranquillised” or deliberately subdued for my own safety. All my emotional and cognitive tendencies seemed to be especially altered to allow for the gradual “information deposits” and my reactions to them. The spell itself was a cleverly operated contrivance of something left in my mind that still feeds information to this day. I believe that spell wore off sometime towards the end of 1999, when I found the capacity to deal with the bizarre information. So far, I had a wealth of memories that didn’t belong, consisting of an astral abduction, performance of magic, strange terrains, future science and a childhood school that wasn’t even my own. I seemed to be able to put that 109