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while the others maintained a desperate restraint. Also disturbing was the way he ranted about something that I couldn’t understand a word of. The ranting was not even a language I could understand or identify. He was eventually subdued with one arm held outwards for the nurse to inject. The brief and explosive scene died down with what appeared to be dwindling rants still trying to say something. I remembered the feeling of sadness as my mind tried to register some sort of meaning behind it all. The message reiterated by the beings: “Expanding knowledge can do harm.” The penny had dropped through one of their mind games. That scene never had nor ever will take place. It was a psycho-dramatic possibility of what to expect if I learned too much too soon from this “spill over” of information. That was why I had been abducted that night. The strange language spoken by the patient is something I’ll never know. Before the tranquilliser showed any effect on the sad image of the dwindling man, I was whisked away on to yet another scene. Like the previous, I didn’t appear to have any vantage point and remained just an anonymity with the ability to view all angles. This time it was a scene of busy street (no particular street that I knew) that showed people going about their daily business. I remembered seeing traffic, pedestrians and the usual sight of people engaged in everyday activity, but there was something odd. Things were taking place outside of the activity shown and the people were not even aware of it. As I looked upon what seemed to be a family crossing the road, there were ghostly people walking in midair right above them. Scores of nearly transparent people were everywhere in the scene together with ghostly inanimate objects such as vehicles passing right through the physical ones. I seemed to be witnessing another dual reality where the occupants of each were totally oblivious to one another. The ghostly reality reminded me of those images sometimes seen on faulty TV sets and photographs. One existence seemed to be intertwined with the other and only I, the onlooker, seemed to be aware. An impression immediately came to mind, accompanied with this scene, something about “belief and evidence.” The message: “It is reality. How could I ever define it and why should I even try to prove it exists?” At this point I remember having the wind drawn completely from my sails. If this is the way it was in everyday life, then we must be tiny cogs in the works of a frighteningly large and complex network. If anybody actually knows of this “other” reality then they would probably be in peak of authority and my life didn’t even touch upon that status. Even suggesting 81