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this within the next 20 years. What I saw in this cryptic way seemed incredible and disgusting. In hindsight, it was only the lack of malevolence I witnessed in the scenes that helped me warm to what I saw. The “monkey-man” is one of those fixations that never properly wore off. Even as I read over what I originally said about their presence I feel the shiver of familiarity as though there were so much more. I honestly believe that something substantial took place in my past to which I had been accidentally exposed, something that reflects a small part of a reality that only a few people know of today. My reason for writing this book is as much to request answers as it is to reflect them. I sincerely hope that someone out there can tell me some more about the monkey-man among hundreds of other things that hang in question. Like every other subsequent feeling or memory I had after writing the book, Icouldn’t afford to delve into it any further. I had re-visited all the strange places I believe I went to and retraced every unexplained step I made, only to find the same cold physical world of everyday life. It was time to take my pages of personal testimony to a publisher and it had to be one that would be sensitive to these peculiar claims without just looking for sensation. I knew this was going to have an element of embarrassment and so many times I was tempted to add or take away bits just to smother the edge off the absurdity. Had I chosen to deviate from the story in any way, the chances are the discrepancies would leak and a sharp mind somewhere would home right in on it. I also knew quite early on in my writing that it wasn’t going to stretch to the average two hundred and something page epic because there simply wasn’t that much to tell. A compilation of experiences, memories and some personal theories to support them would, I estimate, be around 90 pages or more, but for me that was adequate; it was the actual story. For a first time writer, my bombshell saga and its outlandish claims were going to make it difficult to approach anyone reputable. I needed anonymity. As a particularly private person who preferred anonymity in most communication, the Internet became a natural choice and it wasn’t long before I came across the world of “e-publishing.” This seemed like an opening for a first-time author especially one who felt somewhat uncertain about the categorisation of his story. Anonymity was easy over the Internet and an e-publisher that I eventually contacted was very respectful of this. The good thing was that as esoteric as my experiences were, they were not likely to frighten people or put anyone’s lives or livelihood at risk. The controversy factor was nil and I consider that to be a unique blessing considering what God only knows I had been in contact with. 122