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Iknew it made my head crackle and this (not unpleasant) sensation was accompanied with the flashes. In this case it seemed to provoke memory rather than suppress it and those memories shot at me like rapid déja vu. Odd things were coming into my thought processes abnormally fast, all due to this thing encompassing my head. Images and emotions came and went faster than I could comprehend. It was like one of those clips seen on TV where a multitude of images are flashed before the viewer leaving them unable to process even one. At rocket speed the images cascaded through my mind, some familiar, some not, a few deeply personal and others notably irrelevant. Had I sat down with a pen and notebook afterwards I could not have written a single thing I had seen. This struck me as interesting gap between the conscious and subconscious, an area which the Programmers have obviously learned to bridge. On a different level, my mind worked as fast as the activity happening to me. Just like the game show contestant who has to remember a whole itinerary of items but can only name one or two afterwards. Hypnotise him and he will remember them all! Could this be the reason that so many alien interactors choose to liaise with these dark parts of the human brain? I seemed to have been processing these images as quickly as I was registering them, yet I would always confess to being the type that likes to digest things in their own time. The memories were complex but if I was asked to define their whole purpose or meaning I would point to realisation. For about the period of a few minutes, the time I estimated the whole strange event with the square taking place, it seemed to be a session of total and simultaneous realisation. As soon as that blue light cracked around me, I seemed to grasp a huge host of information, some of it familiar and most of it foreign. It was a few minutes where I would say, “So that’s what it’s all about.” I knew the whys and the hows behind most strange things. This was a powerful tool of activation and something I would not only compare with instant knowledge being charged into my brain but a soluble understanding of that knowledge. There is a sad side to this phenomenon because I don’t have the means to access that realisation. Some of it still comes back to me at intervals but nothing like those vital minutes of insight. I say it’s sad because I always imagined new knowledge to be permanent, allowing the new awareness forever but that wasn’t the case. I have always considered the concept of thought to be intangible but there seem to be beings advanced enough to treat it like magnetic data and actually manipulate it that way. It also comes across as sad how nothing would ever be sacred in a possible future where innermost thoughts could be uploaded 71