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moment in the park, discarding all the fuzzy strangeness thereafter as a dream. I knew there was more because it continued to nag me so. Like many other abduction scenarios, it seemed that the aliens had gone to certain lengths to keep me from suspicion whenever I awoke. There is a recurrent theme in abduction cases where the abductors always try to return their subject the way they had found them whether that be in the same place, the same position or even a feeble attempt to redress the abductee had their clothes been removed. There have been many bungled examples of this where abductees wake the next morning with their pyjamas worn back to front or even folded neatly at the bottom of their bed. This proves how their techniques are not as infallible as they seem and I will discuss this “fallibility” later to at least offer hope. By returning their subjects to the place or scene where they had found them, the aliens can indeed disorientate and banish their victim’s suspicion. To make the amnesia effective, I believe they do something more, something to their minds, a “blotting” technique where the secret events are overlapped rather than erased and the very last thing the victim will remember is firmly (telepathically) etched into their minds. It’s not impossible to remember the overlapped events but by doing so, the abductee will hit a kind of barrier as I had. I think that the vast majority of abductions are successfully carried out this way and perhaps the ones we read about are the few bungled attempts arousing suspicion. A frightening thought. Particularly when we think about the scale in which this might be happening. Consider how nobody has iscovered what déja vu actually is, yet every one of us has them. Disorientation works, perhaps on a disturbing scale. It wasn’t until after the “activation” encounter at the secret ceremony that I became aware of this practice. I started to recognise a certain trait about its effects. You only recall things when you truly want to do so. I possessed knowledge, the type of knowledge that certain people in high places would have me killed for, yet I went about my business as though nothing had happened. That newly charged knowledge was just random data lying dormant and it would only take a certain trigger to stimulate it. It must have been about a fortnight after the secret ceremony that the first of those trigger memories came to me. It was one particular evening where I strolled through a shopping mall taking advantage of the Thursday night trading. I remember just casually browsing through household goods for my flat when I came across a particular display in one of the shop windows, a display of lava lamps. Like most children of the 70’s, I grew up with those mesmerising lava lamps 76