a reply to: neformore
Well, this is my 2nd (or maybe 3rd) time here.
I was originally Brrexkl... can't figure out which Email I used for that. Then I joined as KillerKell, and it's telling me how many posts have
happened since the 'last time you logged on'. So, yeah, confusion there.
A few things lead me here, over a decade about.
For one, I had some... things... about me as a kid. I knew things. Don't get me wrong, I was smart. I was bright. I tested off the charts. But I
knew things I had no access to knowing. I attributed a lot of this to "Binky", my 'invisible friend'. Which is weird, because my understanding is
people usually only 'create' friends in youth when they are isolated... I had actual friends, so I'm not sure why 'Binky' would have existed.
One thing was a Dinosaur Exhibit I went to. Now I loved Dinos, and I knew a lot about them (likely knew more about them when I was 8 than I do now in
my Mid 30's). But I was 8... I had Encyclopedias and maybe the History Channel. I didn't have Internet until I was older... in other words specific
information wasn't readily available to me.
So at the Exhibit there was a mistake on a placard. I pointed this out... they had the wrong name for a Dinosaur. I can't remember which it was
today, or which they had in it's place... but I was certain it was wrong to the point that I was halting the entire Field Trip.
The lady finally got the Curator, who recognized that indeed the wrong placard was placed and that I had correctly identified the Dinosaur. When they
asked me how I knew, it wasn't "I saw that in a book"... it was "Binky told me". Because, despite me KNOWING from reading that Dinosaurs and Cave Men
didn't exist together... Binky was still some how illogically my Cave Man Guide to Dinosaurs. Which is even more confounding as they stretched over
multiple eras, none coinciding with Mankind.
So some how despite my age I knew this, and I knew that Man and Dinosaurs never existed together... yet some how through all the illogicalness I still
believed Binky was (1) real and (2) a Cave Man that some how existed outside of time.
But it was more than just knowing Dinosaurs. Binky was a bit of a 'gift'. My Mom's friend called while we were in the Kitchen. I asked Mom who it
was and she told me "Janice". I asked "Why is Janice on the phone when her house is on fire?". Mom asked Janice if the house was on fire, just to
calm me, and Janice said no. Until about 10 minutes later when she said she smelled smoke and had to check the house. The lint in her Dryer had
caught fire and her basement was now in flames.
I've done parlor tricks by guessing the color of female's underwear to great success, with no real rhyme or reason to how I do it. This went over
great in high school when trying to hook up with a girl. I had no tricks for this, though NOW I've learned there are ways to lead questions and such
to get info like that. I'd simply say I bet I could guess, they'd bet I'd be wrong... and a color would pop into my head. Or not... which meant,
they weren't wearing any. That one happened twice.
To experiences of Deja Vue. Knowing how a conversation or situation was playing out, and even finishing other peoples parts for them, because I had
seen it all happen before.
I also caught more than a few 'Fortune Tellers' that my mother was apt to go to. I could spot a fraud, but not only spot them prove it and call them
on it. Except the last one, which my Mother pretty much kept in touch with for the rest of her life. I don't know how, but she pegged me. Mind you,
I'm probably 11 at this time. Mom walked in for her cards to be read... and instead she focused on me. Told me I'd try to prove her wrong, and
welcomed the challenge. Told me of the other frauds I'd exposed. Then she told me I could spot them because I actually did have the gift.
I've never claimed to have had it, but I did read some cards in College for a friend. He was a very talented Basketball Player at Bevill State CC in
Jasper, AL. I was the Team Trainer, which was really just the 'water boy' of the Basketball Team. I read his cards and told him that he would go to
a Major College, and THEY would go to the Sweet 16... but he wouldn't go. It would be here his NBA Dreams ended, because of a lie. He'd spend his
life chasing the game.
He thought this was rather vague and general and dismissed it, stating he already knew he was going to a Major College and they'd be a great team. He
ended up going to St. John's, and they indeed went to the Sweet 16. Grady Reynolds helped get them there, but before the Tournament he was accused of
Raped and suspended from the Team. This did indeed end his dreams of the NBA, despite having the Talent and being projected a 2nd Round Pick (they
only have two rounds in the NBA) as a Junior. The woman had lied, but it was to late and the damage was done. He got picked up in some Euro Leagues
instead, and did very well there being both an All Star MVP and Dunk Contest Winner in the same Season.
Most of this ended around 12 or so, as did "Binky"... but things like the cards with Grady or certain Deja Vue Situations kept occurring from time to
But NONE of that brought me HERE. They were just quarks about me that once I got here really endeared ATS to me. Because there were other people who
has foreseen things, or some how just knew things in an instance that they shouldn't know.
What brought me here was Ross Perot. And Sadam.
My Step-Father was Jackie T. Jones, and he was both Green Beret and SF over his Career. He was also a Vietnam POW who escaped the camp... with BOTH
legs broken. In the part of my life that I knew him he was an abusive alcoholic and out of his mind... but now that I've deployed I can understand
why, even as my situation was never even close to as dire as his. It doesn't absolve him from the bad things he did, but I can at least now
understand him better.
However, what got me was this... and it didn't start getting pieced together until later in my life.
For some reason Ross Peirot was at our house in Johnson City, TN. I didn't know why he was there or even at that time who he was. I just knew he was
rich and important, and some one my Step-Dad seemed to actually respect.
Now here is the funny thing... we are about to have 2 Conspiracies converge here.
Jackie thought he was in a Program, along with others like him, to raise "Super Soldiers". There was no drugs... I mean, I was on Ritalin, but that
was before we even knew Jackie. He didn't ever give me drugs. He'd just do things like drive me up into the Mountains about 10 Miles and tell me if
I made it home I got to eat Supper. Sort of 'Survival' training. I guess this would fall in some Sleeper Cell/Manchurian kind of category. I've
never believed it, I just felt he was off his rocker and this was some delusion of his. I know now that I've left Service I've lost a lot of purpose,
and I can see a broken man creating something like that in his head to keep purpose. But that's one... a US Army Program for SF and other OPS to
raise 'Super Soldiers' that were not introduced into the Army but used outside of the Army (what, maybe Militia or CIA, who knows) by Handlers later
in life. Not my Theory, mind you... that was his. My theory was "Dude is a nutjob, with good reason."
But the 2nd Theory takes us back to Ross and Sadam... and Bush and others.
edit on 7-7-2016 by KillerKell because: spelling errors