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word on my experiences. It was only recently, after writing over 80 pages that another of those déja vu type revelations came to me that I struggled to put together. It was as late as March 2001 (the latest of my recalls to date) that something occurred to me about the usual subjects of science and folklore. In the memory, I remember seeing things that resembled photographs or pictures that could be operated interactively. These pictures were upon flat paper just like photos only the images moved quite clearly as if seeing them on a TV screen. Whatever image I chose to home in on in the picture would suddenly zoom in and reveal detail. For instance I briefly remember seeing a picture of some soldiers in what looked like a war scene and when I wanted to get a better view of one of the soldiers, a kind of zoom lens homed in to him only to reveal that these troops were not even human. That war picture was the only photo I actually remember amongst the ones I had been given but it was a striking memory. The photos immediately reminded me of the peculiar viewing device I had been given in the incident of the school medical room where it was holographic, interactive and dependent on movement. I didn’t manage to catch any further detail of the “photos” memory but I remember another which showed a ceremony of some kind involving pixies. I think this memory came from a trigger when reading something about the Shakespeare play A Midsummer Night’s Dream. There was something about the pointed hats worn by the elves or whatever they were attending the classic ceremony that immediately reminded me of something I had seen before. I distinctly remember something from my past either partaking or watching an outdoor woodland ceremony that definitely involved smaller beings like pixies wearing hats similar to that which I read about. Pointed hats are immensely significant to something both in folklore and paranormal science only I cannot remember exactly what. It could be something traditionally regimental or even practical, but the way in which these memories materialise, I’m convinced there will come a time where I will have the answer. Rather than furiously try to slot these new recollections into what I had already written, I decided to add them as they occurred. It will demonstrate how difficult sequence can be in the occurrence of an ethereality. Perhaps I will never stop writing until the day of total recall, a day a long while from now. It is mid April of 2001 and as I bring this saga to a close I cannot believe how many questions remain unanswered. All of my life I have been involved in something of staggering complexity and for the last 5 years that 114