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this to anyone would leave me without a leg to stand on because none of it truly exists in our realm, the physical. What I looked upon was a kind of inter-dimensional world, a hypothetical one almost. And the message gained through their usual psycho-dramatics: “You have been plunged into something way above your head, try to forget it, you’re just not ready.” Through the disappointment came a personal acceptance and it wasn’t until I swallowed that acceptance that we shifted yet again. I find this “scene shifting” miraculous. All of a sudden as if no time had passed, I was in another room with another cloaked entity, wearing my ordinary clothes this time. Time had passed because I already seemed to be in conversation with the being. This time I got the impression that messages of condolence or morale were being offered: “Now you see why we had to bring you here. Try not to worry about us or our world. Live your life as we will always be here. Abandon your pursuit of these things and forget the disappointment. Live on, etc.” My recall of these messages made no sense to begin with but after repeating them to me, they seem to point to a bigger picture. The two “virtual reality” scenes that had been shown were a subtle way of converting my interests. My persistent intrigue beforehand was causing problems for them and their security. Something had to be done with me, mentally. I suspect they would have had the means to simply erase the knowledge from my mind if they wanted but perhaps that was too crude. They had to make me “want” to come around to their way of thinking and the two scenes shown were an effective way of doing that. The first scene involving the doctors being a kind of "shock documentary" of what might happen whilst the second one would remind me of how intangible and remote their reality actually was. Both were tools for influencing discouragement and both had worked. It would certainly explain the out-of-character cynicism I acquired around that time and my sudden doubts of the paranormal. The one faculty they had left me with was my vibrant intrigue, the driving force behind the formation of CES. I suspect that had been left deliberately so that my mind would always be kept open, perhaps for future contact? I will never really know if that cloaked being was actually Gideon, my now departed friend and mentor. I did after all discuss certain things in depth during that abduction the way I did with Gideon where messages were transmitted and immediately understood without so much as a pardon. Some of those messages I have managed to convert into chosen words or phrases of our language. The gist of the messages are what I have highlighted above. 82