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Experiences 10 & 11 - the Computer Den

Experience 10
July 2016

My house was built in 1938. There were two rooms added to the back of the house in the 70s, which we use as a family room and a computer den.

i had mail ordered a new silver chain necklace that had a hook that was too big to fit through the loop of the black crystal that i wanted to wear with it. i was going to have to send it back.

i was upset until i realized that the hook connecting the lobster claw to the chain was small enough to fit through the loop on the crystal. i would just have to remove the claw then remove the ring that held the claw to the hook.

Like a dummy i put it back together again the same way i had taken it apart instead of attaching the ring and the claw to the large hook, but i was so happy just to be able to get it to work. This means that even if the necklace became unclasped around my neck, the crystal could not fall off the chain.

i went and told my wife, who was in the computer den, exactly what i had to do to make that necklace work. She didnt want to hear it, so i adamantly and painstakingly suffered her through every minor detail. She didnt hear half of what i had said.

But something was listening.

It was either that night or the next that i fell asleep at my desk in that room around 2 AM. i woke up at about 4 AM.

Uh oh. i needed to get up for work in four hours, so better get upstairs to bed. When i stood up i felt the crystal fall into my shirt and was stopped at my waist by my pants.
i thought well that was a cheap chain what broke already and expected it to slide off my neck as i headed upstairs. It did not. It was still intact and so was the loop on the crystal.

That would mean for that crystal to be removed from the chain because i had put it back together the wrong way:
First the lobster claw would have to be opened to let go of the hook.
The ring on the claw would need to be bent open and separated off of the small hook.
Remove the crystal.
Press the ring and claw back onto the small hook.
Fasten the lobster claw to the big hook to be around my neck again.

When i told my wife, she said strange stuff is allowed to happen sometimes.

Umm, NO, it is Not!

i told my friend what had happened and he set out to debunk my story, which is what i would’ve done. He was so sure that there could not possibly have been anything remotely supernatural that would happen to me that he was able to create doubt in my mind that there was a reason and explanation for why it happened. He just couldn’t say what it was.

Experience 11
Also July 2016

Not even a week later i find myself in that room late at night thinking i had better not fall asleep in here. i remember seeing the time at just about 3 AM and i was about to stand up to go upstairs when i woke up.

Uh Oh!

The clock said it was almost 3:15.
i checked the necklace. Whew! The crystal was still there. i went upstairs and to bed.

So you know how when you first wake up the charm on your necklace has fallen towards your back and you have to pull it back to the front again and normally the charm will just travel down the chain till it’s in the middle.

Well it didn’t. It couldn’t. The crystal wasn’t free-floating on the chain anymore. It was attached to the ring that was holding the claw onto the little hook. There is no way short of supernatural for that to happen.

i tried to re-create it and it took me longer than 15 minutes just trying to close that little ring with the lobster claw, the crystal, and the hook all inside of it.

Experiences 8 & 9 - The Driveway & The Couch

May 25,2012

i was getting home from work super late. It was after 11pm and the sky was all dark.
It was waiting in the darkness; hovering silently. When i got out of my car, as soon as i was standing up, it hits me with a super bright beam of light. i saw my lunchbox light up like there was a lightbulb inside of it. My shadow was black black and my driveway white white. Driveway had no texture in my shadow or in the light and the edges between light and dark were sharp and not fuzzy blended. i think that they essentially tagged me right then, so they would always be able to find me. Then they just left.

May 26, 2012

It was Saturday morning around 10 when i got up out of bed. i went downstairs and smoked a cigarette on the front porch where there is no place to sit and no place to set anything upon. When i came back inside i was hit by a sudden drowsiness. i could barely make it to the couch. i fell straight asleep and woke up after noon.

i went to the front porch again, but couldn’t find my brand new semi-expensive lighter in my pocket. i had just used it two hours earlier, right before i passed out on the couch. i turned the couch upside down; looked everywhere, but couldn’t find it. i sat down trying to figure it out, but it would be two weeks before i could remember any detail of what happened.

i woke up in an all white room. i was sitting on a table. My head was so heavy; i couldn’t lift my chin off my chest. All i could see was from the waist downwards of five or four figures in white lab coats standing around me.

Then another figure, much much larger than the others, comes into view. He was also wearing a white lab coat. He walks straight up to me. His arm outstretched and i can see his forearm. It was at least three times bigger than a person’s. im not saying it was muscular big. His forearm was three feet long. His palm was as big as a dinner plate. And all his skin was bloody, red, torn, blackened, burned, charred, cracked flesh. He wasnt dripping blood, just the inside of his flesh was bloody red. It looked extremely painful.

In his hands he was presenting a small white empty box. i thought: “My new cigarette lighter would fit perfectly in there.” and then it was in there. He turned and walked away.

It was weeks later when i realized that i wasn’t sitting on that table, but instead i had been lying on my stomach and that’s why i couldn’t lift my head any higher.

Why did they want my lighter? Was it a sort of payment for services rendered for whatever they did to me while laying on my face on that table in the middle of that room?

Or are they gonna use it to show me proof that they know me, so i could trust them?

i think i might have met a Fallen Angel. The increase in his frequency, when God banished him to our dimension, made his flesh burn and crack open like that.

hullo

May 18, 2012
Experience 7 - At the hospital across the street

There is a hospital that was built in the 1920s across the street from my house. My neighbor watched all day as it was being gutted. They were throwing everything into an industrial dumpster. As soon as i arrived home from work my neighbor hits me up to go check it out. He was climbing into the dumpster and i was enlisted for guard duty. i was looking up at the eaves of the hospital and i joked “There’s a video camera up there recording you!”

Then in the same line of sight just above the roof of the hospital that’s where i saw it. i noticed in the sky about a mile or more away, what looked like a really big bird in the middle of a turn. ( a long shape at nearly a 45 degree angle with the horizon ) i squinted and fixated on it. The bird was getting bigger, but wasnt leveling out. It was heading towards me, but now perpendicular to the horizon. i yelled to my neighbor “Holy shit it’s a fucking UFO!!! Get down here!”

And so he did.

My first thought was to grab my Sony video camera that i just bought. It was just across the street right inside the door but i realized that it would have overtaken me by the time i made it to my front yard.

By this time my neighbor is standing there next to me and it was coming fast. Very fast. So i thought about my cell phone hanging on my belt i had just enough time to get a couple really good shots. Right then four distinct thoughts popped into my mind. They were:
There is nothing extraordinary happening here.
This is all commonplace.
Everyone believes in UFOs.
Soon this will be happening all the time.
With that i clicked my phone back on my belt and just stood there.


And then it was on top of us. It was about 30 feet above. i could see all the detail on its bottom; all kinds of pipes and vent ducts.

It was traveling fast enough that it should’ve knocked us into the trees, but there was no wake. Not even a Whoosh. It made no sound at all. There was no engine noise, no air noise, nothing. If i would have had my eyes closed, i would not have known it had flown past even just 30 feet away.

It was completely un-aerodynamic. It was taller than it was wide and wider than it was long. Picture a giant gray cigarette pack. Flying upright. No windows.

It was just starting to turn twilight. It could very easily be seen by anybody. And there were people around and traffic. i can’t believe no one else saw it.

i was pumped. i was going on about such a great UFO experience and my neighbor looks at me and he says “i wish i could see a UFO someday like you.” “UMMM WHAT?!! What are you talking about?” He didn’t see a UFO. He saw a Chinook helicopter flying nose down with its rotors forward and to this day he will swear that that’s what he saw.

My neighbor’s mind was mush and very open to suggestion just like mine had been. He developed his story through my questions about what he had just experienced. He said he saw a big long helicopter. “The kind with two propellers.” I asked - “a Chinook?” Him - “Yes.” I said - “But it was flying tall-ways” (imitating with my hand). He says - “Yeah, they were looking at us on the ground.” Then i say - “But it made no sound.” And he says - “Well, they have silent helicopters now y’know.” He has no idea how absolutely absurd that sounds. i mean, whats more likely? : )

It was three days before the mind control would wear off. i actually thought everyone did believe in UFOs. i went to work on Monday and was saying “Yeah, i saw another UFO on Friday blah blah blah.” That evening i picked up a Huffington Post article that said 5% of Americans believe in UFOs. Huh??? i totally believed that everyone believed in UFOs as a fact. Every thought that had been implanted, if not challenged, had become more solid every day.

i couldn’t figure it out. What was it doing? What was its mission? Why did it come directly at me? Did it have a purpose? That’s all i thought about. It was out flying around in the daylight and it had a technique to disguise itself in peoples minds.

It had been sixteen years since i had last seen a UFO up close. This one was very different. Almost a complete opposite. This one was as un-aerodynamic as you could get. Basically a dull grey rectangle. While the one in Florida was a shiny sleek chrome disc. Perfectly aerodynamic. This one was completely silent and the other was loud asf. This one couldnt be correctly identified by other observers, but the other one could.
Because of how this one acted, coming directly at me, i have to believe they were looking for me.
Had they been searching for me for sixteen years?
Why? Are they still worried about the alien in the ditch?
Had they upgraded their technology so much in those sixteen years or is this another race that is working with those in the silver disc?
They tracked me from Florida to California.
What makes me so valuable to spend all that time, energy, and resources?

It would seem that again i got the jump on them
They were just trying to locate me and i spotted them first! Maybe that’s why i saw it as a UFO while everyone else saw a helicopter. Once my mind identified it as a UFO, it had to go to plan B, which was to convince me that it was ok.

Summer of 1996

My fourth, fifth, and sixth experiences

i honestly cant remember anything of detail that happened the next three times i saw them other than they came and got me on a monthly schedule. They had apparently figured out my routine and they were done making mistakes. They wouldnt have to deal with moving my truck or me when awake.

When i came back to awareness in my truck the last time, i was in-motion. It wasnt like i was waking up or coming out of a daze and realized i needed to pull my keys out of the ignition. i was actively pulling my keys out and then i became aware of what i was doing.

It may have worked better for them if they would’ve left my truck running and then caused me to wake up. There would’ve been a pause in between putting my truck in park and turning it off and taking the key out of the ignition so it would’ve been believable and i might have assumed that i had just spaced it for a second and then realized ‘Oh, i just got home i need to turn off my truck.’. But maybe they dont really know how long its gonna take before i snap out of it. Also, if my truck is running, there is a greater chance that i will see the clock and realize something was up.

If they can get you while sleeping, you might never even know. i believe this is how it happens for most people. The percentage of the population that work night jobs is between 12 and 20 percent. So at least 80% of the population are much easier to abduct. Usually people are in bed at 2am and if someone is sleeping, abductors dont have to worry about melding their abductees back into reality. Just plop em back in bed.

After almost thirty years of pretty much constantly thinking about it; i was able to reach this conclusion: The alien in the ditch across the street from my house was just pure unluck. They were looking for him, so either he had defected and they were hunting him or he had run into problems on a mission and they were trying to rescue him.
Either way, i think they didnt find him since they still were scanning the ground around my house a month afterwards. He didnt even last until the next morning if he was planning on staying in that ditch. Alligators would have no problem eating anything he might think of disguising himself as.

But since i was the last one to see him alive, they had to abduct me to find out what i knew and to change my memories. They messed up the first attempt, but i think they found something in me they liked even better.

They live a very rigid and uneventful life on their home planet. Quite sedentary. They have long lost the Fight or Flight adrenaline kick. So they harvest it from us and sell it as a street drug for big bucks back home.

If they got you when you were asleep, you might never even realize what they are doing. Every thirty days, they get you and hook you up to their machines and scare the crap out of you. They kill you over and over for an hour thirty. You might be falling from a tall building

i believe this is why they are still here. Its not because they are looking for something and havent yet found it. It was us they were looking for and they are milking us like cattle.

If a few happen to die during the procedure - no big deal.
The procedure?
They can read your thoughts and they have machines that can read them as well. They can both also implant thoughts whether you are asleep or not. They might start with gently massaging your pineal gland and make you dream of flying or your thrilling endeavors in a magical world. Then they SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU! AND THEN SCARE YOU SOME MORE! AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! For hours. You might be falling from a skyscraper or tumbling down into a volcano or being ripped in two trying to exit a teetering elevator or being poked by a demon or being abducted by aliens, waiting on the table for your probing session to begin. Whatever it is that gets you going. They know it and they are non-stop with all of those things until you are all dried up and unable to squirt any tiny drop. Then they cover up all those recent memories and drop you back in bed.

NEXT!

Why?
They are so far advanced in their evolution and they feel safe and protected in their apex or near-apex position and have had that security for thousands of thousands of years. There is no need for fear within them. They have lost the fight or flight response. Their adrenaline glands have shriveled up and wasted away. But they desperately enjoy that temporary primitive rush of adrenaline; that feeling that their life is in imminent danger and they have become addicted to it. Right now, any number of them on their home planet is huddled in a dark corner of their terra-cube flipping out on an overdose of Earthling Fear. They need us, but they dont need all of us.

We are all subject to their choice and whim, but surely there are those who have not experienced their unique torture and many whether they know it or not are thankfully unaware or in complete denial of the procedures they endure when they come visit once a month. Many of us know of the visits, but accept the excuse / reason that they are special and will be called upon to save the planet in the near future. And they believe the fake memories that have been used to cover up the truth of their cattle-like existence and the mind-numbing debilitating fear each of us are made to endure.

They are making a ton of money off of us. And they are allowed to do it too. Because your government said it is ok. Because we have elected our governments to speak for us, even into our detriment, it must be our desire since we do not protest.

All we need to do is protest it.

Summer of 1996

My Third Experience - Above The Swamp

MUFON case # 112759

If they decided to come back, i was gonna be ready for them, so i started carrying my 35mm camera with me.

Exactly one month later, as i was arriving home from work Saturday morning at 2:22; Rounding the sweeping corner before the long stretch of road to my house and...

There it is!

Right above my house again. i cut the lights, put it in neutral and used my ebrake to stop. Hopefully it didn’t notice me.
It’s got its search lights on scanning the ground around my house; two lights as big as cars, moving independently.

i grabbed my camera from the back seat, popped off the lens cap, brought the viewfinder to my eye to get the spaceship in focus. Then i took the keys out of the ignition, grabbed my lunchbox, and prepared to open the door.

i was in my driveway.

Waitaminit! Something wasn’t right, but i couldn’t pick it up. Did i turn off my truck or just pull the keys out? i only remembered pulling the keys out.

Something was definitely strange. i put the keys back in and started my truck and noticed the engine was cold.
WHAT??!

Then i noticed the time.
IT WAS AFTER 4AM. How could that be?
i thought maybe the clock was wrong, so i turned off the truck, grabbed my lunchbox and went inside my house to check the clock on the oven.
IT WAS AFTER 4AM! The alarm clock in my bedroom read the same. WTF?

i skipped dinner and just laid in bed trying to figure it all out, but couldn’t and just fell asleep. In the morning it all started coming back to me. Everything except for what happened between when i stopped in the middle of the road and when i arrived in my driveway.

Was i interrogated for two hours about that thing i saw in the ditch?
Did i get a picture of the silver disk?
Nope. i got back a roll of empty shots.

Several months later as im describing the happening to one of my friends i found myself stating that they had been to my house five times. Yet i could only remember two of them. im not one to exaggerate things, so i wondered why i would say that as-a-matter-of-factly.

Several more months later as im having a moving sale, i meet my only neighbors who lived several blocks down at the end of the street and they mentioned having heard the loud clunking rumbling as it woke them up too and they said they saw the alien ship above my house and were genuinely worried for me. i got their contact information at that time, but have since lost it.

Summer of 1996

My Second Experience - In The Swamp

i was woken up by this loud rumbling sound and as im sitting up in bed looking at the window. i can see between the slats in the blinds that its daylight outside. The clock said 2:00, but it didn’t feel like i had slept that long. So i got up and peeked outside the blinds into the front yard.

i expected to see a bunch of Harley motorcycles in my front yard. Did my girlfriend come back to pick up her stuff and recruited some of her new boyfriend’s friends? i wondered. There were no motorcycles in my front yard.

There was nothing in my front yard and it was night-time on the other side of the road. i couldn’t see anything out my front window so i went to the bathroom window. There i could make out the edge of a silver disc hovering just feet above my house, which made a huge racket. Rumbling like a giant broken washing machine. A clunking noise that circled my entire house. i could hear it going round and round.

i thought ‘cool!’ i just knew aliens existed. i was going to get to meet an alien!!! So i ran to the living room and was met with the very surreal scene of my ex’s dog, Corky, standing on the back of the couch barking at the ceiling; adding to the noise that was creating in me a sense of urgency to do something to make it stop.

i opened up the sliding glass door to the backyard and stuck my hand out in the light. It was a bright bright white light. i thought twice about walking out there; maybe they would zap me. So i ran into the garage and grabbed one of my spare tires, opened up the sliding glass door again and rolled it as hard as i could into the backyard. It made it about 3/4 of the way across and then suddenly... fell over. Nothing happened.

i considered again about going out into the light. Then i thought ‘Well, what are they doing above my house at 2am?’ And ‘They must’ve come an awful long way.
For what? To see me?’

Oh, hello Fear. Now i’m freaking out. Absolutely freaking out. i ran straight back to bed grabbed my gun and while kneeling on my bed began pointing my gun at the window then at the door then at the bathroom, the window, the door, the bathroom and then i remembered they can go through walls. So now im pointing it at the window, at the door, at the bathroom, at the wall, the window, the door, the bathroom, the wall. i would’ve shot anything that moved. The window, door, bathroom, wall, window, door, bathroom, wall. i began hyperventilating. Window, door, bathroom, wall, window, door, bathroom, wall. i was going to pass out.

Right when i realized i was going to pass out the lights turned off and it seemed like they were pulling away. i got up and stumbled to the bathroom window and sure enough they were leaving. i watched the ship slowly go up higher and higher and higher until it was just a blue star. Then a blue ring began to grow around the ship until it was about ten times the size of a star when then it quickly grew another ten times bigger and then just as quickly imploded on itself and it was gone.

Dead silence.

My First Experience - In The Swamp
In the Summer of 1996, i was living by myself in the outskirts of a small town in Florida; basically in the swamp. If i were to stand on the roof of my house i would be able to barely see my nearest neighbor’s house.

My girlfriend had left me just prior, but her black Chow, Corky, was still living with me. He was fierce, but he was full of fluff. And he had purple lips and a purple tongue. It would be difficult to take him seriously if it wasnt for his teeth.

Late Friday afternoon when leaving for work as i opened the door Corky shot out and bolted to the canal on the other side of the road. He was yelling at something and wouldnt let up. i had to go over there and grab him up and only glanced at what was so upsetting. It was a skinny alligator that was dying and losing all its color. Good thing it was nothing out of the ordinary because he was going to make me late for work, i thought to myself as i carried him back home.

This is the swamp. Alligators are everywhere. Strange though that he would know that an alligator was in that ditch. i mean, alligators were probably in that ditch all the time. Why would he care?

i just remember that it was a gray alligator but i don’t exactly remember what it looked like. i couldn’t draw it or describe it in enough detail. i have a near-photographic memory. Normally i can glance at something and later i can reference it by seeing the image in my mind. But this gray alligator or the canal and whatever was in it; i cant see the picture of it in my head.

When i got home Saturday morning i didn’t even think about looking in the canal. i just went straight to bed. It was 2:22.


By the way, alligators dont turn gray when they die and unless this was an albino alligator, it wasnt an alligator at all.

Charlie Kirk shooter in custody

🟢 Trump: shooter apprehended

🟢 Identity reported: suspect named as Tyler Robinson, 22, from Utah (per AP and others).

🟢 Role of family/minister: Trump claimed the suspect’s father and a minister persuaded him to surrender.
tied to the case.

The assassination of Charlie Kirk at Utah Valley University has left investigators racing to piece together the shooter’s movements. While the FBI has released surveillance footage and recovered a rifle, no arrest has been made. A question still hangs in the air: could the suspect have slipped away by plane?

The Timeline:
- 12:00 p.m. MDT – Kirk’s event begins at UVU.
- 12:10–12:20 p.m. – A single shot is fired; Kirk is struck. - The suspect flees across the rooftop and into a nearby wooded neighborhood.
~12:30 p.m. – Allowing 5–10 minutes to clear the campus, the shooter could have reached a pickup point by this time.
- 12:45–12:50 p.m. – By car, the suspect could reach Provo Airport, just 7 miles away, in under 15 minutes.
- 1:20 p.m. – A Bombardier Challenger 300, tail number N888KG, departs Provo bound for Page, Arizona. Public trackers later show it returning to Provo the same afternoon.

The Flight Question:
Provo Airport is small, with private jet services run through Fixed Base Operators (FBOs). Boarding a private aircraft can happen minutes before departure, unlike commercial flights. If the shooter had an accomplice or prior arrangements, the 50–60 minute gap between the shooting and takeoff leaves a window for escape.

Online theories gained traction after the jet’s brief disappearance from public radar tracking, though aviation experts note this is common when flying into a non-towered field like Page, AZ. The aircraft’s owner has denied any connection to the crime.

What We Know:
- The suspect was last seen fleeing UVU on foot.
- A bolt-action rifle believed to be the murder weapon was recovered nearby.
- The FBI has not confirmed any airport connection.
- The Provo–Page–Provo flight happened within a plausible escape window, but no evidence ties it to the shooter.

A Plausible Scenario:
If the shooter scouted the rooftop days earlier, he may also have scoped an escape. One possibility: arrive in Utah by private jet earlier in the week, stay locally in a hotel or Airbnb, execute the attack, then leave on the same aircraft.

It’s only a theory. But until investigators confirm otherwise, the timing of that Provo flight will remain one of the more curious threads in the aftermath of the Kirk assassination.

So says my FLIR.
Really. i didnt expect it to be able to instantly read the temperature of an object 300,000 miles away, but here you have it in black and white.

What could it be reading if not the moon? Say the range of the FLIR is 200 miles or whatever, less than 300,000 miles. It has to be something in that area of space in my line of sight to the Moon as the temperature goes from -12 all around the object and jumps to above 35 when the crosshairs overlap it.

i was taking pictures of all the Control Towers on my way to work and this showed up in one of them.

Whats your favorite board? 4chan, 8kun, 8chan, Futaba Channel (2chan), Lainchan, 7chan, Wizardchan, Erischan, AnyChan, Ylilauta, Hispachan, 420chan, ZeroChan, Krautchan, Ponychan, Endchan?

We keep sending billions worth of drones to Ukraine for senseless killing... Instead we should be using those to keep our own country safe!
We need to deploy autonomous drones at all political events to keep an eye on all nearby rooftops...

Rest in Peace Charlie Kirk ♥
All you sick fucks who are happy about his assassination, should be ashamed. No matter what your political opinions are. Charlie always had open discussions and let people express their opinions. Why kill him for his?
He was a husband. A father. A human. No life should ever be taken for their political or personal opinions!

i was in my backyard and i bent over to pick up a stick and i noticed a bug flying towards me about eight feet away. The reason why i noticed it was because it had changed direction when i bent over. It wasnt a curving turn like what a wasp will do as its trying to avoid you as it flies past. This was a sharp, distinct zag.
i instinctively stood up and i saw it again sharply change direction. It was definitely in attack mode and now about five feet away! i made an evasive lean inwards and it changed again. Coming straight at my face!
Then at the last second, i reactively turned my head and i swear, it changed direction again.
SPLAT! It hit me directly in the eye with a huge gushing mess. im saying i had to scoop this goop out of my eye twice. And the big black bug gets up and flies away!

This was not an ordinary bug. This was an AI-controlled, bug-sized drone.
⚡️ Only an AI has that fast of a reaction time: It made four corrections to its flight path in just seconds and still stayed on target.
🦟 Bugs that fly are not slimy. This bug left an enormous amount of goop in my eye.
🪦 A bug, having lost that much mass, would surely have to be dead. This bug flew away.
🚁 A bug, so determined to attack me, confirming its intention four times; to then not bite or sting me and if when able to, to not return and continue attacking, tells me that that was its attack. Mission Accomplished. Return to Base.

About a week later, i get this strange pressure building in the tear duct of that same eye. During the next week, the pressure continued / increased. im not sure how long it took, but eventually / soon i could actually feel something when i scraped my fingernail over it. i tried for a month; to dig it out that way with no success and it was driving me crazy. Then one day at work i decided that when i got home, i was gonna have a surgery on myself.

i had gathered everything in the bathroom: fire, styptic powder, tweezers, and a splinter removal kit. i started with the flat spade part of the splinter tool and scraped. i could definitely feel it in the tear duct. It took awhile, but i was determined to either pop it or drag it out and eventually i did. My eye felt instantly better. Removed from it was a little black speck which i saved on the edge of the splinter tool until i could transfer it to a microscope slide.

The first pic attached is at 100x with back-light only. Then the same at 400x. The third pic is at 100x, but lit from a light-source from above. What do you think? Is this a parasite? Could it be what some guy on Quora calls a BCI?

Notice its boxing glove arms. i think those are its elbows and its hands / hooks are still gripped firmly inside my tear duct.
The only other thing id like to point out is its ‘face’ and i wonder are there any ‘humans’ on this planet with similar features?

And i have questions like:
Why? and
Why me?

A little black kitty born feral had hitched a ride in my neighbor’s daughter’s car’s engine compartment and came over for a snack on my front porch when it got dark.

She wanted to stay so i prepared an upstairs bedroom to keep her separated from my other kitties until she could get tested and vaccinated.

During this time she was the only one in the room and my wife brought her a little saucer of milk and placed it on the carpet under the corner of this table she liked being under.

i went up a little while later to check on her and bent down to look under the table. i didnt find the kitty, but i found pieces of the saucer that had been shattered into thirteen pieces and scattered all through the room.

There were pieces under the bed and in the bed under the covers and under the pillow. There were pieces in the farthest corner of the room by the air conditioner. Three of the pieces had disappeared altogether. They were found in plain sight under the table the next day.

There is no way an nine ounce kitty could shatter that dish like that. She must have had company that day that we didnt know about.

There is the intelligent haunting which is the scary type of haunting that everyone is familiar with. It has intelligence and can plan and react to the physical world around it. These are curious ghosts and malicious ghosts and demons and other forms of energy of a dark nature like shadows and mysts that can affect your physical body as well as your spirit.

A residual haunting is exactly what it sounds like. It is the residual energy of a person or many people that came to a sudden or a traumatic end. The energy or energies attach to whatever thing that becomes their focus at that exact moment of hyper-excitement / anxiety in which they confusingly, without acceptance, meet the separation from their physical body.

They cannot interact with anything no matter what. It has no intelligence and cannot communicate with anyone or react to anything. It is like a recording that only plays back the same thing every time it has gathered up enough power and will loop and play until it runs out of power. it gathers power from people having excitement around it whether joy or fear or anger. It will not steal power from people as it is not aware that it needs power, nor does it care that it doesn’t have power.

If you are in its path, it will walk right through you, or walls, or whatever. You cannot free them from their attachment by destroying the item to which they have attached. It may seem that they have attached to a house, but if the house is removed they will continue the playback of their recording on invisible stairs or on a non-existent balcony. Maybe they attach to the geographical coordinates? But they can attach to physical things as well and will follow that thing wherever it goes.

They are quite interesting and harmless. I will relate to you a true story that gives me credential in this area and which sparked my interest in these types of hauntings, which are quite rare.

One night twenty or so years ago, my wife and i are awakened by the sound of children playing in our bedroom. Many children having fun. They were giggling and squealing and whispering. Their voices were near and far. One of them whispered in my ear. Others were talking at the foot of the bed. They did this for about a minute and then loud laughter and they began circling the bed going round and round. Their laughter and screams would go through the wall at the headboard and still be heard, though muffled, and re-emerge through the wall on the other side of the bed. This continued for about another minute or so and just faded away when it ran out of power.

One more time it happened in that house, but ended sooner, just after they began circling. We moved from that house and it followed us into our new house. The wife and i divorced, not because of the haunting, and it followed me to my new apartment.

Eventually i had figured it out; the type of excitement it needed for power, its full loop, and the type of lighting to be able to see them and that they were attached to the bed, not me or the house. The children were playing games around the tree that was used to make the bed!

i can only imagine what could have suddenly happened to kill all those children at the same time and spare the tree. A bomb perhaps? There was no pain in their deaths or they would have expressed fear. Or perhaps those children in the group that didnt die instantly had time to understand and accept their fate and were not included in the haunting.

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