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up that environment because it was a landscape of strangeness that I had been plunging into since childhood, one that had alien characteristics and proved to be not just an otherness of reality but of my consciousness. I didn’t hesitate with the title as it was so fitting of everything that happened. My new year’s resolution was made and clearly devised that night. Year 2000 always sounded futuristic and even years before this date there would be the unsurprising millennial prophets who foretold the changes both calamitous and utopian for that year. In the back of my mind I had hoped that the high strangeness secretly happening in my life and untold others world finally reveal itself worldwide in a major prophetic revelation. Nothing could have been more mundanely unlike that. Jesus never made his staggering second coming and the doomsday asteroid was nowhere to be seen, and by the same token nothing was properly revealed about the secret life I had led. There were the fragments of memory resurfacing about things I didn’t quite understand but there was nothing and still is nothing in the way of a “revisit” from the Programmer friends. What I did was write about all that I remembered and even now as I write, after pages of reflective content I still feel there is a problem in terms of volume. There really wasn’t enough that happened in my life to truly justify a book and being in my early 30s I feel that maybe my saga is far from over. The total recall won’t be complete until a much, much later stage. I already feel that I have perhaps told my story at a premature time in life and maybe my fifty-year old self will offer a better one. Perhaps by that time there could have been this revisit from my interactors and perhaps the world might even be better equipped paranormally to deal with such a tale. Nevertheless I have conveyed the essential theme of what’s happened so far and fleshed that out the best I could my theories. In terms of actual happenings, my entire saga could be written in a few pages but I think it’s fairer to offer more. In order to convey such peculiarity it really needs to be accompanied by some form of sober diagnosis even if that diagnosis it is just based on opinion. The story I am trying to tell is not an easy one, given that I am writing from the perception of another reality and an ever-growing memory recall. However, I believe in telling it like it is and it can come straight from leftfield. I could only write from my own sane interpretation and that wasn’t a problem apart from the disjointedness of the facts and the incompleteness. Thad taken to writing as soon as I attempted to be both honest and explanatory in delivering this saga. 113 Lalso have to accept that what I have written is not necessarily the final