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encounter with my artificial looking escorts as there were sensations in the room and in myself that led to their appearance. When they arrived they were always there to take me somewhere. Sometimes that was in an abstract flying craft to an unknown terrain being either a volcanic area or a desert somewhere and other times it was the “night school.” I never recall where the night school actually was or even entering any particular building to get there, it was more a case of appearing. When inside, I remember it being like a long hall with no particular features, just grey walls and the familiar source-less light. I sat there amongst other children (children I seemed to know) at rows of tables arranged neatly facing the front of a classroom. There would always be a tutor at the front and sometimes a couple of others who aided them as co-tutors. I remember having different teachers both male and female but I cannot recall anything individual about them that would allow me to remember them the way we do teachers. This was because they masked themselves very much like the robed beings. They dressed similarly to the hooded “monks” I’ve come across and I believe they covered their faces for similar reasons--so they wouldn’t frighten us. Because of this I wonder how I ever deciphered male from female in those robes. Around the age of ten I remembered thinking how interesting those Catholic schools were, the ones that had “monks” as teachers whom the pupils addressed as “brothers”. It wasn’t so much envy that I had about these schools, it was more to do with the impression I had of robed monks being mystical beings with centuries of wisdom to pass down to pupils. These impressions proved to be misleading in the real world. Monks were simply monks, men who have studied and taught religion but the robed beings I had encountered were in fact brilliant and being taught by them would have made students that way too. I don’t remember being in the night school long enough to have ever acquired that brilliance as I only recall a brief term there, but the presence of these teachers seemed awesome. Not being able to properly see their faces made estimating their age also a difficult task but I imagine that they had seen far more years than the average human pensioner. | also imagine that this age had allowed their minds to reach a potential that the human mind never lives long enough to fulfil. That wisdom came across in the most intuitive way and I can now see where my early opinion of Catholic schools and their brothers came from. There were so many children I remember seeing in those classes and I suspect their reasons for being there were as individual as mine. I seem to recall having strange looking children in the class whom I avoided. I secretly 98