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Experiences 8 & 9
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.
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.
