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steps. I began to get the gist of what was happening, and why it was happening yet there were still enormous gaps between my knowledge and truly understanding. Nothing is ever explained directly and perhaps that is due to our ability to comprehend, similar to the way we use methods to help animals understand our processes. Ican only imagine what level these beings must operate at to have to communicate in such an obscure and abstract way. I have received messages in the English language through telepathy on so many occasions but I have only ever properly learned of my programme from them by gesture and demonstration. My impression as the animal was that it was over. For whatever reason, I had been targeted for research right from the beginning with a programme devised for me. In that time, I had been studied, evaluated and finally released back into the wild to make of it whatever I will. Memory wasn’t the only gift they had left me with on their departure. Something had been left in my mind; something intelligently controlled and automated to carefully administer my memories. I couldn’t just reach in and extract anything I wanted because the memory facility was now a slow- acting capsule, gradually releasing data when appropriate. My mind still seemed to have its parameters and areas that I couldn’t explore even though the Programmers and their intrusion had long left me. I instinctively knew that there was more information buried deep and that it would surface in its own good time. What could this programme have been if it wasn’t a living entity? Not living as in conscious or aware but something robotic and time activated that seemed to have its own presence rather like an inanimate counterpart such as a digital clock. The living programme even had its own defence mechanism much like the mental taboos I spoke of earlier but probably not as strict. I now had the freedom to wonder without the sensation of a “head burn” every time I crossed or queried a set boundary. Now, when my mind chose to wander over those boundaries, nothing really happened. I simply could not remember what I wasn’t allowed to and that was its defence. It had all been cleverly engineered so I still had limits yet also a newly given leeway. I doubt that even the most sophisticated hypnotist would have been able to break into this deep and dormant mechanism. 87 somehow telling me that I had “passed over” and about to take my first These beings were gone but had left their mark unreachably deep. I surmised