reply to post by happygolucky
Hi there - glad it's of interest so far; I'll pick up where I left off...
In fact, no I won't - I'll drop back a bit, to the time before the little trek round the UK.
Growing up I started hanging round with a 'bad crowd' - it seemed that I was naturally drawn to the wrong side of the tracks, and I spent a lot of
time smoking weed and drinking underage in our local area. There was a lot of underground Drum n' Bass music being passed around by 'friends', and
quite often there would appear to be symbolic/ subliminal - or even overt - message in the music to people located in our area; acquaintances of mine,
and even some addressed to myself. It started to happen not just when I was stoned, but also when totally sober and otherwise seemingly sane - I
would hear my name being said on the tracks.. I referred to it a few times with these 'friends' and was more often than not met with a sly, cryptic
Around the same time, I visited my mother's house. My mother was chatting on the phone with my aunt. With an odd - almost devilish - smile, she
said 'there's an alien in my kitchen' to my aunt while I was getting some food from the fridge. My parents were divorced, so while I was having
these problems I would drop in from time to time.my stepfather is a freemason, though that was never directly divulged to me, it came second-hand from
One of my stepbrothers stood near to me the day after and started 'chanting', saying: "Fire and Pain Baby, Fire and Pain" quite a few times. He
was five years old at the time. Grinning manically, he ignored me completely when I asked what he was saying.
My father was meeting me after work once, to help me out with some cash, and he started to talk about 'weird, secretive genetic engineering
experiments', and pointed out a building next to his place of work, saying it all went on there, around the time I was born.
Again, around the same time, I was smoking weed casually with a couple of acquaintances near the local railway station. A homeless guy known locally
as 'Father Christmas' (due to his white hair and beard) came and asked to share a joint. Chat ensued and he said to me "What's your name..?" I
replied, and then he smiled (again, a cryptic, though in this case apparently well-intentioned smile), saying "are you sure it isn't Michael..?"
He continued to hang around for a few weeks, and we saw him again several times. Each time, he made reference to strange spiritual principles of
empowerment - even talking about martial combat abilities becoming available if a person is 'true to himself'. My 'friends' would always try to
ridicule him and move away - or other 'friends' would suddenly arrive with a good supply of dope and beer, to be shared on condition the homeless
Again, I've got things to do here at home at the minute, so I'll come back and add some more stuff in a bit.
Sorry that it's all a bit sketchy at the moment - I've not thought about these things for a while. Hopefully the act of writing things down will
help me recover more memories.
That's another curious thing. I can recall barely anything about the first twenty years of my life. Most things that happened would have seemed
very strange to someone not coming from this background, but to me it was the daily bread of experience.
Therefore, much of it I've forgotten due to the heightened anxiety I was experiencing throughout.
Anyway, perhaps once it's all there I can make a 'final edit' for proper assessment and analysis.