a reply to: shawmanfromny
Interesting concept, and certainly one can see why such download interface technologies are being considered.
The first thing I thought of, when I read your thread title, was "Hmm... That sounds a lot like that unusual experience I had back on the night
before St Patrick's Day/ and on St Patrick's Day, in Oxford, UK, which featured a double-combo of weird, amounting to a 'God-Knows-What' unknowable
(to me) explanation.."
Setting the scene: I was halfway between being homeless, and being a member of a UK-wide community church. I had been homeless for a year or so,
before that having lived in temporary accommodation following the breakdown of my family life with parents, brothers, etc, a couple of years prior.
During this time period, I had so many weird & surreal experiences, with several hidden sides of the UK network, that I had become accustomed to such
highly unusual & sometimes just too dang weird experiences, that I had in a way become accustomed to them. Strange experiences with doctors, with
social workers, with housing officers, with the 'underworld interface' which exists anywhere that young people in dire straits due to bad personal
choices, end up shuttling between (halfway houses, hostels, charitable night shelters, etc). This brings me to the actual experience in question.
Spending the night in the hostel I was staying in, I found myself in a room share with another apparently fairly normal sort of guy, he was fairly
quiet compared to many of the residents, so I was pleased that I didn't need to sleep with one eye open for a change. As I lay drifting into sleep in
an armchair in our room, he had already gone to bed.. I suddenly found myself having some sort of a violent seizure, in which patterns of light &
sound were advancing rapidly into my subconscious via the terrified conscious mind, with an overwhelming electrical-type buzzing sensation, literally
felt like I was being electrocuted. NB - a few years after this I saw the film 'Outlander', where the crash-landed protagonist set up a device which
produced the exact same experience, though voluntary in his case, which allowed him to immediately learn the language, history, culture & environment,
of the Viking age in Scandinavia, with himself definitely a fish out of water having apparently just traveled from participation in a scorched earth
destruction of the dangerous local fauna, apparently it would seem, on the planet Mars, where his people intended to set up a colony.
Back to the hostelry, after what seemed like around a minute, but which was probably much quicker, I 'awoke' in terror at what had just befallen me.
I found myself praying determinedly as I wasn't sure whether the experience had been physical psychotronics, or spiritual 'demon' attack. After a few
minutes all seemed well, so I got to bed & fell asleep quickly. The next day this roommate of mine suggested hanging around together that day, making
the most of the St Patrick's Day offers in several local pubs/ bars. We did this, fortunately we both had a bit of money for a change so it seemed
quite civilised. Bearing in mind that the previous evening had been the first time we met, himself having just arrived at the hostelry around the
time I did, we were having a drink while a parade went past the pub we were in. We were exchanging stories of our backgrounds, and I said: "I bet
you can't guess what I wanted to be growing up". His immediate, zero delay deadpan response, with a hint of a not-too-friendly smile as he said it,
and absolutely, 100% correct - I hadn't spoken of my childhood ambition for years, so this scared the # out of me: "Marine Biologist".
Nobody can 'guess' the correct answer if the answer is marine biologist - nobody can be that accurate over a fairy obscure childhood dream career.
Impossible. So in my shock, my thoughts were a bit jumbled, but two answers were possible:
1. He was psychic and had plucked the answer from my mind.
2. He was working for someone with access to intelligence information, and had been briefed on a detailed summary of my origins, intentions &
character, in some way tasked to monitor & track me, or as part of a deliberate psy-op also involving a highly unusual & totally isolated incidence of
the 'electrical brain storm/ advanced information high speed cortical uptake of pre-programmed information, using a psychotronic means of delivery'
Suffice to say, the entire situation made me decide to leave Oxford - I was too freaked out by the experience of two consecutive days as described, so
much so that the very same afternoon I booked a ticket on a bus heading back to the city where the household church was established, so as to have a
'sabbatical' to unravel & understand what was actually going on.
Part of me looks back on it and says that the electrical brainstorm/ cortical high speed uptake of information was a human-led psy-op, whereas another
part of me thinks it was of decidedly non-human origin, seemingly too advanced to have been implemented by human controllers. I often found myself
wondering just what the purpose was, and until recently I was certain nothing had happened as a result. However, a few months ago I was under stress,
and I found myself carrying out movements which seemed to be a combination of Tai Chi & Kung-Fu, feeling instinctively the motions & the need to
're-distribute' energy around my body/spirit, using movement to channel that re-balancing of 'Chi'. I was unnerved, and it sparked ideas of past
lives maybe, as I'd never in my life spent a single day learning, or even researching, the ways in which these things are done.
I let the idea rest & soon forgot about it - but then again, a few weeks ago, I was in bed & really struggling with severe pain (I have a neurological
condition) - again, I found myself carrying out movements & knowing instinctively how to gather, build & redistribute the Chi in a manner effective
for control of very severe pain. I got to wondering whether there was a more mundane reason for the apparent implantation of this fully intuitive &
effective means of managing the physical/spiritual conduits of my form. It was then that I remembered the weird St Patrick's Day events, and now I'm
between a rock & a hard place, as I simply don't know which explanation is correct: past lives, or psychotronic teaching/learning through advanced
transfer of information by rapid cortical uptake through the optic nerves.
Whatever happened, I somehow have instinctive awareness of Chi management, and I knew that in some measure I was being surveilled (though overall,
because there were a number of equally weird yet fully lucid experiences, it seemed to be benign & simply curiosity-driven - though I'm not really in
a position to know that for certain..). Whatever the truth, I am able to report that things more or less got on track, and I;m now married with two
sons, a family that I never thought I would have, based on my experiences/beliefs back in those days.
Interesting caveat: my future wife was worried about me, unsure why I had left the area, so she asked one of her friends to look into it. He is an
Italian, and over the years we have come to know that he is involved, peripherally, with the Italian mafia. He made one phone call, and got a call
twenty minutes later, with a report I was in Oxford. Nobody in my life at that time knew where I had gone..
edit on MayThursday1715CDT04America/Chicago-050054 by FlyInTheOintment because: clarification, phraseology