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and downloaded if that is what was happening. Perhaps it’s a blessing that a process like that can only be carried out by highly intelligent and responsible beings, which is the way I view these entities. Otherwise, it would be a frightening violation. Only recently I had a vague flashback of one of the memories triggered that night and it seemed to be something involving a huge and complex circuit board of some kind. God only knows what this mechanism operated but I remembered understanding it very well. It was another one of those flashbacks occurring while dropping off to sleep. I woke up wondering why nobody had thought of that design before; I even grabbed the pen and pad next to my bed (something I now keep regularly) but it was no good, the fuzzy déja vu effect wore off before I could collect its magnificence. I was left knowing as much about circuitry as before. The memory induction ritual with that windowpane device had proven to be the most important part of the ceremony if not of all time during my life of strangeness. It also seemed to be the last oddity I would encounter. I remember the process drawing to a close. The crackling seemed to die down along with the frequency of blue light. The cloaked beings had watched the process although I don’t remember them actually commenting or doing anything. When it was over, one of them had reached above me to collect the device and when I think back to this, it was interesting. If one of them had lowered it over my head in the first place why would they have needed to let it go? Had it taken off on its own accord, revolving around my head as Ihad suspected or was it attached to something? recall being very hazy at this stage. New people came over to collect me. These seemed to be the “hosts” consisting of seemingly sincere men and women whom I remember being very praising towards me and offering an assurance that I had done well and it was now all over. That seemed to be a kind of welcoming blur for me after stepping off a highly disorientating fairground ride. I am not sure what really happened afterwards or who put me to bed that night. For me, it was indeed all over and I suppose this largely brings me to the end of my story. What you will now read are accounts and memories of incidents from my past, the personal history that I thought I knew prior to this ceremony. Whatever had happened on that night must have been the climax to a very slow period of activation starting from that strange morning where I woke in the park until now. 72 To my knowledge, no contact or bizarre interaction has taken place since