a reply to: TEOTWAWKIAIFF
Hi,no i don't recall any tests like that in my school,TEO,maybe it's an American thing. We just had to line up for eye tests,vaccinations,stuff like
that,all the lower grades had to,the younger kids from grades 1-3.My adoption was weird and irregular by normal adoption standards for my country back
in 1965,which i only realised when i was older and really thought about it.Weird creepy Freemason guy was involved,but that doesn't as such mean
anything. I honestly don't have a cooking clue how they knew about me.
What i remember was things like the time i was in the hallway outside the kitchen,being handed a coloring book and crayons by a hand. No matter how i
try to remember,i remember just that hand,a human hand that looked male,handing me the book and crayons. Now that just made me think Cow and
I start colouring the rooster's tail feathers,i don't remember ever having this book,but it looks like i have made headway on the
tailfeathers before,it is not a fresh page,but like i'm taking up where i left off before.
Then i can see the sky through the ceiling,everything is going strange and suddenly i'm lifted from behind,up and away. Then i'm floating outside the
kitchen door,about 6 feet off the ground,but under a brown sky. There's a red sun or moon or planet visible in the sky,red as ketchup.Next thing i'm
in our house in the kitchen with my adoptive mother,there's this greeny/bluey light and things are still feeling totally strange.I'm asking my
adoptive mother about the colouring book,i want it back.She looks at me with a cold look of hatred and anger,and sneers at me: "Well it would have
disappeared off the planet,wouldn't it now??" Such anger like i chucked the book off the planet or something. Which i didn't find strange in itself,i
was always blamed for everything.This was when i was very very young,3 or 4yo.
Like the dead chicken. Again poultry.Also around the age 3/4yo,my memory goes far back,i even have a bona fide baby memory,that was affirmed by my
adoptive mother. I was wandering around and entered her chicken coop. Then i just remember the sun becoming so bright,and i am filled with a horrible
feeling,and then i black out on my feet. I come to some time after,still on my feet,but a few meters away from when i blacked out. There is a dead
chicken laying by my feet. There's one drop of blood coming from one of it's eyes. I'm thinking "Oh crap she's gonna think i did this" Which she
did,later that day i had forgotten about the chicken,when she enters my room and beats seven kinds of living crap outa me. I was more sad that she
would think i would kill a chicken,than the beating itself.I figure it's no use wondering about what happened to the chicken,it's just another weird
I would,and this happened many times through out my childhood,feel to stop playing and go lay on my back,and look up at the sky,just staring up into
the blue. After a while i would need to get up,cuz i felt deathly sickly and weird. Like a ghost,is what comes closest i guess,like i was not properly
in my body. Dizzy,disconnected,weak,HOLLOW. I would always go into the kitchen and go sit in the same chair,just by the kitchen exit to the
hallway.But here is the x-files type weirdness,the house would sudddenly be quiet,tidy and empty of people. Whilst before i want out to play,the house
was bustling with sounds,talking,music,the sounds and smells and untidyness of my mother making dinner while her 2 adult sons were drinking and
listening to music in their room. Now it was like a mausoleum,a house locked up for weeks while the owners were away,maybe.A thick heavy silence and
feeling,golden syrupy light,and i sit with my head on my knees till i feel better. Then i go out to play again. Always when i got called to come have
dinner,everything would be back to normal,noisy,messy,everyone there who's supposed to be there.As a kiddie i just accepted it as part of life,i
shrugged it off and never thought much of it.Then the next time it happened,it would be: "Oh here we go again" and once everything was back to
normal,i'd put it outa my mind again.
edit on 30-1-2018 by Raxoxane because: that friggin "d" on my keyboard
edit on 30-1-2018 by Raxoxane because: that friggin "d"
on my keyboard