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Come a long way but should I tell my story? It would be a tale of betrayal if I did but ........................ Fact is I couldn't outline my question or what I wanted to get out of it. My interests had changed a lot too and I'd scored an interesting job that took me around the globe to meet some interesting people. I was doing groundwork, a preparation for a scientist friend and it amazed me the respect people showed to him when I mentioned his name. A cynical way to look at it was that I was being paid to keep quiet, but I had some good out of it and had been brought back to good health to be shaped into the curious and thoughtful human I am today. Maybe I'd tell a tale or two and it would be taken as far fetched and too fanciful to ever be believed. I wondered about the big picture too and I had a sneaky feeling that a promise had been given and had to be kept. The more I thought about it the more it naturally fell into shape. I'd read a lot of NDE's (near<b> death </font></b>experiences) and still remembered a lot of my own visions when schizophrenic. Multiple ways I'd died and about the short lives I'd had. Now I understood about the promise that was made and the purpose beset me. I would write and only when I'd completed my task would I be eligible to return to paradise. It was one way to explain the charmed life I'd led, swimming with crocodiles and countless near misses gave me the feeling of being indestructible. But only protected till the promise was kept. I'd been noticed and dragged back into human form again to continue my writing as that was my job centuries ago and maybe a God liked my style and had a job for me well into the future (now) that needed to be done. I'd started out in the field of psychiatry, and my own abilities were being put under the microscope. I never did get the full background of the higher controllers but my friend and golfing partner left hints that were a kind of paper trail I could follow one day. They'd started studying the dynamics of a group of "special" ones who were held in a house like communal group and they were being watched. Fed information by 'rigged' Tv programs and their psychic reactions studied. It being postulated that crimes , mysteries could be solved that way. I'd watched some of the tapes too it was so freaky the way one individual would take control of the group. He liked spaghetti so everyone would have spaghetti. That sort of thing. One thin b*y had a psychotic tendency so needed to be watched out for. Best kept away from knives and his moments of Catatonic hallucinations was scary to say the least. It was decided to isolate him and he was taken to a farm far away from any possibility of getting into trouble. A tracking device was put into a dogs collar that he walked with that would locate him if needed. The begrudged him in a way but stayed with him. "They" still wanted to study him and they paid a b*y to befriend him, even fuck him !!! That way the b*y would be promoted to say stuff ,a rabble of disconnected stuff they'd try to put back together. He seemed to be attached to higher powers , being told what to do. They filled him with psychedelic shit too, lacing cartons of ginger beer they put into his fridge. He would get on raging high, catatonic and would love to fuck the boy paid to be with him. His explicit rantings about devils and his tormentors was truly entertaining. Maybe it was worth the money just to see that. The b*y's violence was connected to perverse sexual acts too, and his observers reasoned that desire was interconnected with violence in the mind somehow. A close connection and you could see that often in animals. Sharks chewing on their reproductive partners for instance. "If it's not rough it isn't fun" So Gaga says. He connected with peoples thoughts too and could expose dark hidden ones, the routes of their souls. Like dogs do ! I was being used like a guinea pig , testing stuff to find a cure . Then monitoring the after effects. It was beneficial so I went along with it. I got see more of what they were doing too and I have to admit it was enlivening at times. Seeing that b*y's crazy fucking rampage was truly captivating.  Like the world was still in that cornerstone of the 60's when people were becoming aware of how barbaric people were. And to me the 60's was about at least acknowledging that change that was needed. B y some hand we're changing to eventually reach our given potential !      Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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To me the Addams family was stuck between the old and the new. Morticia not far from Gothic. Scissorhands and moonbaking and mad scientists. All things I could relate to ! I am of product of Frankenstienian maddness myself ! Calling the Addams family a cult following as I've found out, is truly head scratching !Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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Morticia was the epitome of a Mistress.......
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Morticia was the epitome of a Mistress.......  Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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