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been put on a special medication to keep me a certain way. Although I wouldn’t have described my state of mind around this time as unpleasant, it was definitely being controlled and even repressed. So often I would find myself in this deeply reflective mood where I could sit and ponder over my cryptic past with the visitors but there also came a terrible lethargy with this state where I would let life pass by. My zest for science and its study seemed to have long gone and I developed a compulsion for complacency. At the same time there was still the familiar abundance of activity that brought in floods of strange memories. It felt as though I had been turned into a slow-acting machine that could do nothing other than get charged with electrical information and when I look back to this state, I realise there was a reason. Without it I may have cracked into a thousand pieces. It was undoubtedly some kind of spell I had been put under, one which lasted for a few years. When I think about magical folklore of witches and their bizarre spells cast for either good or bad, it brings home what a spell actually is. Rather than being something that influences a person’s luck it moulds their minds, moods and perhaps auras. Unexplained mood swings are not uncommon in people but it is a frightening thought how these states are said to be creatable by humans within secret bodies using crude ELF waves as some conspiracy theorists suggest. In this state, frequent memories would strike at unexpected moments while something inside safely kept my mind at bay. With these memories and sometimes through a change in emotion, objects around me would occasionally move. There were still times where I would walk past desks and papers would fly towards me, sticking to my back. Spoons and crockery would sometimes shudder as I approached the table and there were occasions where TV and radio were affected by my presence. This might have been emotionally devastating had I not been in this collective lull of complacency and pondering. I must have meant something to these beings given that they had preserved my sanity this way. I often wonder if that meant they would return at some point in the future to hijack my mind once more using it as an earthly base of operation. The following few years gave no sign of this whatsoever although it did prove to be an enlightening period in terms of revelation. 93