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D: Yes, [the base is] underground.
K: Have you seen any certain kind of beings there?
Duncan: Yes, they are in stasis.
Bill Ryan: Like a kind of artificial induced hibernation?
Duncan: Yes (nodding), thank you.
I was just sitting there with one arm on her shoulder. She was laughing about it.
The next thing I know, I look up and I see this extremely large man standing over top of me and he's got three or four friends with him and he's giving this routine, "I'm giving you to the count of whatever to get off of her or I'm going to do this". Well, I snapped, I'm on the ground, I look up, I see I'm outnumbered, outgunned. I change. Normally I would have just rolled out of the way, got up, started cussing right back at him, throw him out the door, but no, I stood up and hit him and the witnesses there said I hit him not once, but twelve times in the matter of a second. It broke his neck. His neck was as big as my legs and it just snapped his neck.
That night, I go to bed, I was laying there, I don't know how long, but I feel like I'm on fire, when I snapped awake, I can't move. All I can do is open my eyes, the whole upstairs is full of light and I can see a five pedal figure standing by the bed. I can see a head, I can see the arms, I can see the legs, and that's it and I know it's talking to me, it's telling me something and the next thing I know my daddy is shaking my shoulders with my brothers because saw the light and they thought the upstairs was on fire.
know from personal experience it would be the greatest thing since sliced bread for a couple of months and then all of a sudden a boss or supervisor would come and find something wrong and we're fired. What I found out over the years is that's not unique to me. They want to keep you one step below poverty level, keeps your mind occupied on other things.
I look over and there was George Junior sitting at the bar with the secret service bodyguards, drunk as a skunk with the secret service trying to get him to calm down. Now, that's when I snapped awake. I don't remember driving there and I'm looking around, and I'm: Where the hell am I at, and but yet there he is and I had one impulse - kill him. Terminate. And I had a gun in my pocket. And for whatever reason I fought the impulse down and I didn't kill him.
I remember raising up on one shoulder, in the mind seeing the kid reaching towards the door get out past the door. She said that I came out through the wall in front of her and all she could do was to stop and say WHOA. And, I think whatever I did, if I froze inside that wall, that would have been fun.
I saw 911 two weeks before it happened. I put it up on some bulletin boards on the net and I was laughed at. I lived in Delaware at that time, right on the eastern shore, walking distance to the beach. I had a trip planned to Boston, couple of days before the trip cause we were going to drive it, I get a phone call and it's the metallic digitized voice and it says postpone your trip, two day window plus or minus one day whether here or here, there's going to be something big in New York and you don't want to get caught in it.
I was out for a jog and it was in the wintertime and I hear a motorcycle. Motorcycle? You ever been on the east coast in the wintertime when the wind blows? It's frigid. And I'm out jogging and I hear a motorcycle and the ears go up, hair start standing up and I go from a hard run to a light jog and I see the motorcycle, solid black motorcycle, no insignia, just solid black, two riders dressed in black with black opaque masks. I'm going this way and they are going this way. This thing is going so slow, I'm trying to figure out how in the world is it staying up and as it comes up to me, I'm running scenarios, I'm wearing ankle and wrist weights, ok, I'm waiting to see a gun, so I'm thinking this is coming off, this is going to throw, forward roll, kick the back wheel, try to get an advantage.
The guy does open his coat, puts his hands in his coat – this is the rider. All I see is two fingers, points them at me and goes like this (firing of gun signaling with hand) and goes back. I'm thinking this is just a warning, ok, and they slowly go on down the road along route one to go north. I didn't make it ten steps, I had to puke, bile, everything, I had to crawl home, I was sick for three days, I finally went to the doctor and said I have had some kind of unknown viral infection. He did shoot me… just not with a gun.
We came off of the chopper, formed a semi circle, and we all held hands. There was …
K: Were they all boys?
K: Were they all around the same age?
D: Yeah, I was the oldest.
K: So, all around the age of twelve?
D: Anywhere between the age of nine and twelve. I was team leader. We held hands, raised our arms, and killed them all.
K: Who did you kill?
D: Every Khmer Rouge soldier within twenty miles.
please help protect him and I by listening to it. nowheretorun.podomatic.com... (its the one at the top)
Originally posted by clintdelicious
His story about shooting so perfectly that only one bullet hol was in the target as they all exactly passed through the same hole makes no sense too as the standard guns he used would themselves not be 100% perfect at the ranges he talks about. Thats just the tip of the iceberg too.