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engulfed with a hazy “not here” feeling, only this was all real. I recall the rough texture of the gown rubbing against the back of my neck, clearly hearing voices speak of all tones and accents and a bizarre smell of incense burning from somewhere. Then of course there was that familiar phenomenon I experienced in all the scenarios, the light. There it was, but where did it come from? No spotlights, bulbs or candles were visible from anywhere yet the light around me was apparent. I have never been hypnotised but suspect this feeling was related to the twilights of a trance. When I try, I can vividly picture some of the faces I remember seeing that night in the crowd. One of them I will never forget--the one that almost startled me out of my trance. I must have been briefly scanning the list of faces of those in front at queue I was standing. When I came to a familiar one, it almost screamed out at me, not because I knew them personally but because it was a celebrity. From about twenty places in front as the queue wound around to a facing wall it took me a while to register who the person actually was. There as clear as daylight, I saw a reasonably well known British actress standing, waiting her turn like the others and just as dazed. I later wondered what on earth she was doing there and what her connection was but now I doubt there was one. Judging by her entranced look I doubt she actually knew she was there to this day. She seemed so distant of her involvement, the same way I was for most of my life. Perhaps I was the only one who actually recognised her, since no one else gave her second glance while queuing. Why would a famous person attend a gathering like this in such a state particularly when there was enough risk from the press getting wind of it, let alone the general public? Inow realise that this is an on-going programme where large quantities of people are selected (for whatever criteria) and taken outside their awareness to places of a deliberate fagade. This time I imagine it was a stately home or at least somewhere of human reference that the experiencer might only look back upon as a strange dream. As clever as these facades may be, their designers sometimes leave inconsistencies such as the source-less light. Only when one tries to recall these scenarios in detail do they spot leaks that appear quite alien. If the controllers of this scenario are as alien as I think they are then perhaps they weren’t even aware that this woman was somebody famous. She was perhaps acknowledged as just another of their herd of unquestioning cattle. I have since seen this actress many times on TV and in magazines and fortunately she may not have an inkling of where she really was that night or of her possible involvement in this covert programme. I intend to keep it that way and will not disclose her name. All I 67