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but finds it miraculously removed. I can only put this down to the level of strangeness that one can expect to find when confronted with the odd climates of another existence. It isn’t even something I could share with anyone due to its total defiance of logic and physical law. Disorientation of time and location seem to be common traits of this interaction and I cannot really expect anybody to believe me. Thad reached a time in my life of acceptance where the conclusion to something could be satisfactorily met with a question mark. No longer would I rack my brains to try to rationalise a procession of events that were so utterly irrational. I was already convinced of a metaphysical existence where time and distance were immaterial and I wasn’t going to look into its mechanisms or even try to explain its mystery. What mattered at this point was that I was far from insane yet these occurrences were very real and not just the product of dreaming. The more I read about these episodes whether they are ghostly or seemingly sci-fi, there seemed to be this common theme of otherworldly conditions where time and physics are quite different. Although I hadn’t read of anything identical to my own experiences, so many people involved in these things have reported their own particular version of the “otherness” where life and reality were something else. The way one perceives this is probably quite subjective. The way in which the paranormal actually affects you can also be personal and characteristic. I seemed to have been experiencing the aftermath of a lifelong paranormal relationship and remember feeling incredibly lonely some time after my visitor’s departure. So many times I would find gaps in my life where I believe a mutual activity once took place and remember great confusion about these gaps without even suspecting the presence of others. In 1996, I first felt specially prepared for the information that was slowly uploading from the depths of my mind. I didn’t necessarily go to pieces with the information like I suspected I might; this possibility was also taken care of. Alongside the feelings of abandonment came that acceptance and that was a blessing. My now departed friends had left me with a marvellous and automated device to protect as well as educate. The living programme seemed to work in accordance with my intellectual and emotional capacity. It was as though the system knew which buttons to press and which ones to steer clear of and in a way, I suspect it was cleverer than the Programmers themselves. I think that when someone is selected the way I had been, the interaction is a long pattern of trial and error. So many 90