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Aftermath: The high strangeness in my life was never destined to end just because of the completion of a book. That was perhaps my safest bet and one which proved disappointingly accurate. It wasn’t long after I had put the finishing touches on my work, convinced I had covered every aspect of the interaction that further fragments of its strangeness rose to the surface. These fragments were only occasional and gradual, arriving as always in the form of dreams and obscure recollections. I didn’t even have to worry about tainting these memories with imagination, as they seemed to hold their own quite vividly. It would have been a painstaking task to jot down every new memory or suspicion trying to decipher what actually happened next to what didn’t and even more frustrating to disrupt my book. So I decided to chronicle any new information within an afterword, hoping it wouldn’t re-write anything I have experienced so far. The immediate period following the completion of my work seemed a strange one. Instead of feeling the great sense of accomplishment by having addressed this obscure life of interaction I felt in a kind of limbo. I hadn’t really answered the questions that I and everyone else ultimately wanted to know but instead pointed to a vague time in the future, a dismissive tactic used by so many "contactees", something that I really didn’t want to do. I had after all written about my experiences in the understanding that they might conclude with an ongoing memory recall and that really leaves it as an open case for today and for many years to come. I was left with a 90-something page testimony that people were immediately going to see as the product of a hallucinatory illness and when I read over the esotericism of what I am actually claiming, all due to the unimaginable sophistication of paranormal entities, I too would see it that way. I can only insist that I have never hallucinated in my life and that my relays are from nowhere other than personal experience. I once remember the well chosen 118 The new revelations