Hands up if you're a little confused...

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Hey there DBLoch

I like your honesty and that you're not simply either a) Writing the thread off as psychotic rambling, or b) Completely accepting everything you read at face value. Thanks for keeping my eye on the ball..! I can appreciate that in all likelihood there's an abundance of ATS users who will have glanced at this thread and promptly clicked onto something else; glad to be avoiding another 'nutjob'...

In fact, I was going to post a reply to your post earlier today, but decided to reflect a while longer before doing so. Basically, since last night, I've been considering asking the moderators to remove the thread entirely... This was entirely as the result of an emotional reaction to the resurgence of memories - and particularly the finality of realisation once they were 'set in stone' here on ATS.

I have in fact changed my mind - to a point. :bnghd: What I've decided on is that I'll make a few more posts, detailing a couple of the more precise experiences I can recall at the moment - and then I'll take a sabbatical, in order to collate further info (not to mention properly organise everything I've already written) and properly analyse/ draw conclusions etc, before presenting it in (hopefully) a more academic fashion. Otherwise, I run an increased risk of seeming too haphazard, relying on too much vague recall, ideas half presented and lost down the line etc.

In particular, I plan to undergo regression hypnosis. All being well, I intend to upload a video of the session to support/ nullify contextually relevant questions, along with a preamble detailing original expectations, comments on the process - and of course followed with a summary of any specific conclusions.

I also plan to undertake some more specific research into the nature of human psychology, any means of DNA testing that can be employed covertly, and I will be seeking out any remaining physical evidence - such as that manual relating to mind control.

Incidentally, has anyone ever heard of the research into a First Earth Battalion back in the 70s..? The manual I located was Darth Vader to the FEBs Luke Skywalker. Hopefully that makes sense - as I recall, the philosophical underpinnings of the manual, as well as its 'vibe' (yes, the damn thing had a bad 'vibe') - the whole impression was of a polar opposite to all the positive 'mind awareness' constructs in the FEBs manual.

So - the next post will be about some additional specific experiences, and then I'll try to tie up any loose ends/ answer any questions. I'll try to succinctly address any particular 'teasers' I've left open in previous posts so that I can't be accused of witholding info that wasn't there to start with (ie trolling). The final post will be a concise bullet list of the most specific things that have occurred which led me to suspect that all wasn't as it was being made to appear on the surface. I spoke with my wife about some of these things today - she knew there was a history of odd stuff, but wasn't aware of the extent of some of the weirdness. Though she struggled to handle the potential conclusions available to be drawn from some aspects, she's been (as ever) a great support.

Back soon,


Noah.



PS - did anyone notice the extra smileys?

Thanks for relating your experiences to us! I don't post much, but do a lot of reading here, but just wanted to say thanks for sharing. I can relate to a lot of what you are saying and its actually kinda therapeutic to read.

Your 'dream' of being strapped down and being experimented on and the thought that this may of actually happened before awakening from anesthetic, scared the living **** out of me, and will probably haunt me for a little while! lol. but thanks again!

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Noah, I know this is somewhat cathartic and at the same time frightening for you, but keep in mind that, at the end of it all, in terms of the reader's perspective

1. it doesn't really matter how much of it is true or made up, it is still an interesting read either way.
   
2. it does not have to be logical, sequential and 100% reasonable for it to be interesting and informative; in fact too rational and it might get boring
   
3. nobody has the investment in it that you do. Their level of concern is negligible compared to yours -- so don't beat yourself up over it or force yourself to do any more than you are comfortable with.
   

We have all enjoyed the story, the intrigue, and marveled a bit at your pain and tribulations, as sick as that may sound.

As much as we want more, and to hear the ultimate message, we can wait. This is after all your situation. Take your time and do what makes sense for you, but do not worry about us. Putting it out before a crowd is not something the average Joe can do. So thanks, and congrats.

cheers, wayno

edit: obviously I don't know how to do bullet points, lol, but its just going to have to stay the way it is.

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[edit on 4/22/2010 by wayno]

Hello Noah. You can continue posting without having to sit back and make a large sequential list of events. Maybe a little back and forth banter between posters here and yourself may jog some memories.

Waking up while under sedation is a more common experience than you think. Most people that it happens to are like you: either they see it as a dream or sometimes they don't remember at all. It is a documented medical phenomenon. As well, having an "out-of-body" experience is common. Some patients have even described what they looked like on the operating table to the doctors after the procedure was over. There have also been documented cases of patients being wide awake but paralyzed and unable to move. They feel all the pain but the sedation does not allow them to move their arms or legs and renders their vocal cords useless. I can do some research at some point post it all here so you can read it. I am on my phone so I am rather limited right now.

You didn't answer my question about the possibility that you have been implanted with memories. If you don't want to, I understand. I just wasn't sure if you overlooked it or if you deliberately ignored it.

I do not put it past the agents of Rome to experiment on children. I hope you find out what was done to you. In the past the US government has marched soldiers into (also need to research this) nuclear fallout zones in Nevada during the nuclear weapons testing days. The monitored the soldiers and the soldiers children for generations to find out what the short- and long-term effects of fallout exposure would be. Perhaps they were doing similar experiments but with other types of weapons, viruses or any number of other agents you could be exposed to.


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I also give your props for having the courage to speak out about what you think the TPTB were doing to you. I think many more people than will admit have been experimented on and don't want to talk about it. They would probably rather forget it. Or maybe they're afraid they would be called crazy. Its much like a rape victim not wanted to admit they were raped for fear of being labeled a "whore" or a "slut" or being shunned (this goes for men and women).
I also need to research this and give you some sources but a couple of years ago (in a ver scantily reported on incident) some soldiers wanted to sue the US Gov't for experimenting on them with '___' back in the Vietnam days (part of the well documented project called MK Ultra). The US Government asked them to prove that they were experimented on and of course they could not because they were not provided with documentation from the US Government that proved they were given '___'. All of their papers said they were given some kinds of vaccines to protect them from viruses in the Vietnam jungle. And of course the US Government conveniently had no documentation of what they were given (or it had been destroyed). So these soldiers' cases got thrown out of court. It was a sad story.

I also saw a story a couple of years back (again with the research) that showed the US Government sprayed an aerosol form of a virus into San Francisco, CA from the middle of the bay there. They got tons of people sick. But these people could not sue the government because they had no proof of what was being sprayed and therefore could not tie their illnesses to what was being sprayed. Even though the government admitted to spraying "something".

I should collect all these stories and post them in the Chemtrail forums and ask people why its so unreasonable to think that those airplanes are actually spraying something on us. Its been done before! Many times! But I digress.

The reasons mentioneded in both of my posts are why I lend credibility to your story and why I am interested to hear all of it. No matter what jumbled collection of vague memories you may have. Please do continue. The more info you give the more I might be able to come back and research your post. Maybe I can tie some things together for you.

"Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
Such characters in colour dim I mark'd
Over a portal's lofty arch inscrib'd:
Whereat I thus: Master, these words import." - Dante's Inferno


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Very, very interesting thread. I will refrain from passing judgement. But what you write does sounds odd and intriguing. But, if all of this is true, don't you feel a little scared sharing this on a public board? Internet anonymity is not absolute.

Even if this was a hoax it would be a quite nice one. At least well written.

Looking forward to future updates on your situation.

Cheers and good luck.

Hi everyone.

Raziel - I definitely hear you regarding the anonymity thing. That's another part of the reason I was considering removing the thread... I've decided that there's every possibility that all my internet usage might be monitored anyway (going off some of the comments made by those close to me, but who don't actually live in my household), so what more can they do about it? Plus, if anyone who's involved reads this, then perhaps it will give them some greater understanding about what they're actually part of. I guess that not all the agents of conspiracy have all the details of the conspiracy they're a part of...? Thanks for your interest and positive comments - I will continue to update and 'to Hell with the consequences' for the moment...!

DBloch - Big thanks for your continued support I'd not intentionally passed over your point about memory implantation; I'd started to ponder the theory but got waylaid with other things - apologies for the time it's taken for me to get back to this thread...
I would say that now that you've got me thinking about the possibility of memory implantation, it's raised some curious (and frightening) issues... Firstly, there is no way for me to prove or disprove much of what I experienced when very young. My instinct tells me that what I remember was real; however, the brain is a powerful mechanism - handled in the right way it can produce extremely convincing illusions.

I'll have to come back to this later on - more to say, but have to get the lad to school.

Bye for now,


Noah.

Reply to post by NoahTheSumerian

You're a busy man Noah! I don't want you to freak out too much over what I said, it was just a curiosity. I myself have spent a moment or too wondering about my own childhood. I remember almost nothing from the age of 15 and earlier. Even most of what I experienced from 15-18 seems like a barely lucid dream to me. Its been quite a bother to me at times, but I prefer not to dwell on it. I hope some of what I said about government experiments and things makes you feel more comfortable discussing your experiences here. I apologize for not frequenting this thread. I will try to stop by more often.


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Hi All,

I've been struggling with back pain recently - a longstanding condition, leading me to need lots of rest (and painkillers of the highest order) to manage day-to-day. In addition to my family responsibilities, my screenplay and plenty of minor DIY jobs (the ones I can manage at any rate), this has been yet another reason I've not been updating as often as planned.

I will now aim to post one major installment per three days that pass. I quite often set the bar too high then beat myself up for not living up to expectations; I guess it's time to acknowledge the limitations of my circumstance..!

So, I'll review where I'm up to and should be back later on to make the next main post.

Many thanks for the continued support, in particular Wayno and DBLoch for your numerous incisive, pertinent comments. NB - that's not to say the same level of input hasn't been provided by others; however the two users mentioned have made great contributions, and have given me a lot of confidence to keep posting.

Cheers,


Noah.

I really don't want to go this path but i have to say what i think. I think you are suffering from paranoïa. My dear friend smoked alot of weed in his day and he started thinking the papers where writing stuff about him and his mother was telling journalists all kinds of things.

I talk about this in a thread i made about mental ilness and thought, I'm not saying you are like this but from what iv read this is what i think. Anxiety, paranoia, alot of weed usage.

My friend was also conviced the papers were talking about him but when he healed and came back to "reality" he understood it was paranoïa.

The smiles you keep noticing on peoples faces etc..

I know it must be hard to read my comment but I can't think of anything else.

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This was a long and interesting read. I can't say that some of the suspicions expressed here by others didn't pop into my head, because that would be a lie.
Schizophrenia did pop into my head when I started reading the initial post although you have stated that it was ruled out already.
Dan Tanna.. that also popped up to me as well. I however am fairly certain you are not that person.. you demeanor is completely different than theirs was and you are not boasting on yourself the way he did.

Whether this is a work of fiction or a very genuine experience it is interesting never the less. I do sincerely hope that you are 100% genuine because there are many of us here that have truly had very odd lives and as with any type of hoax it would only harm the chance of understanding of others to have yet another hoax.

Please don't get me wrong. I am not in any way saying I think you are hoaxing, I am just expressing my concerns if that turns out to be the case.

You will find there are many many people here on ats that can relate to your situation.

I know how draining it can be to relive these experiences by sharing them so I understand why you are taking your time. I am much worse about it than you are.

Thanks for the thread and plz keep sharing.

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You will find there are many many people here on ats that can relate to your situation.

I am going to go out on a limb here and say that "feeling different" may ironically be one of the most common experiences that people have. How many people are actually a really good fit to the society they live in?

I say very few. I know I am not.

Oprah may be an example of one of the few. I sometimes muse that her "success" stems from the fact that she is so mundane -- she fits in with the system perfectly -- doesn't challenge much of anything.

The rest of us, to varying extents, get rubbed raw by the seemingly constant grating against the grain. I guess my point is, that is not that uncommon to feel angst about our place in society and the world. Its nice when someone comes along and puts it into words that we can relate to.

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I'm 19 and a lot of this resonates with my own life.
I've put it down to an undiagnosed mental condition or all the .... I use to smoke.

Do you experience lots of coincidences in life? I might u2u you later.

Good luck trying to sort everything out.
From what you have already said, you had quite a lot of experiences you need to revisit.
Whilst some of them could be attributed to drugs, hazy memories or an overactive imagination, there are probably an equal amount of experiences which cannot be easily explained away.
Take all the time you need.

Thanks to everyone for the recent postings. Apologies for not having made any progress as yet, it's been a difficult week for a number of reasons. Emphursis; I very much appreciate your reflections - I agree with you that there may be many experiences that were 'tainted' by the underlying oddness, a perception enhanced perhaps by drug use etc. I must stress to others who have again suggested paranoia, schizophrenia etc - I was examined for this by three or four specialist psychiatrists - the first suggested 'possible schizophrenia' - the rest refuted that and changed/agreed with the next diagnosis of an 'anxiety-related' condition. As I say, I appreciate that people are taking the time to make their thoughts known. Oh, and incidentally, I no longer have any paranoia - I view things objectively and view exceptionally odd events and comments with a sceptical mindset.

Most recently there have been several comments made by people I know, and others I don't know - after the initiation of this thread.

My parents again referenced details of privately held conversations / locations I had visited that they should have absolutely no knowledge of if I am not under some form of observation. I can say only that these were not errors of perception; no-one they knew was present in any of the locations, and some of the conversations referenced were known only to myself and my wife. Who assures me she has not passed anything to them regarding those chats (and in some cases she couldn't possibly have shared the info.

A group of youths I passed recently watched me pass and then shouted: "I've heard of you, Michael ...(my real surname)..." NB My name isn't Michael, and my surname is unusual. I turned round to check, and they were looking in my direction, running away once they saw that I'd turned round. I was about 50 yards away from them, and didn't indicate in any way that I was going to approach them, but still they ran off.

A man and woman were walking behind me as I went to the corner shop. They were 5 yards behind me, and the woman suddenly said - far too loud for it to be unintentional - "He's the one who thinks he's Michael". They were of a different social demographic to the youths mentioned previously. This couple were middle class and well presented.

* Takes a deep breath *

One of my old delusions was that I was Michael, the archangel - there's a number of things that led to me holding that view (it sounds crazy on writing it down), and I don't mind discussing them further in a future post. However, I NEVER shared that thought with anyone, with the exception of my wife recently, after several years of marriage, when we were discussing the problems I had as a teenager.

That's enough for now.

Wayno - I think you were waiting for the bomb to drop regarding what my primary delusion used to be - there you go..! I decided to just make the statement, instead of skipping around myself wondering whether it's something I should share..

Please - before anyone decides to howl in derision and make nasty comments - bear in mind that I was under a lot of stress back then, and WAS subject to some extremely bizarre circumstance and events, particularly between 13-10 years ago. The delusion surfaced at age 16 and I dealt with it by around age 19. Certain oddities of circumstance have persisted to the present day, despite my otherwise sane outlook on life... Again, more details to follow when I work up the strength to mount an offensive against the most troubling memories. Thanks for your patience.


Noah.

reply to post by NoahTheSumerian

Again, more details to follow when I work up the strength to mount an offensive against the most troubling memories.

Very nicely put, and understood.

As its been said you have a way with words that is quite something. I see you definitely having a highly productive future ahead of you in this field.

....

Sorry for the late reply.
That last post of yours contained some very intriguing points.
Specifically, the comments from the youths and the couple.

It is possible that while you were under the influence of drugs, you mentioned something about being the Archangel Micheal and the was passed around until the group of kids heard it. The same with the man and woman.
However, that is very unlikely, considering how you said they were from distinctly different age groups and demographic's.

You also said that there were occasions appeared to have knowledge of conversations they could not have known about. As far as I can tell, there are three possible reasons for this:

1) You are being watched. This seems far-fetched, but considering the other experiences you have described, it doesn't seem to be beyond the realms of possibility.

2) You are subconsciously linking your conversations to things your parents have said. I am sure you are aware of the way humans subconsciously try and find faces in everything. It is possible you are doing the same here, trying to find links between the two, looking too deeply into comments, ect.

3) Finally, they were actually there, and you have forgotten/blanked it out/been forced into forgetting. If this is the case, it is possible the hypnosis I believe you mentioned may help draw those memories out.

If you feel you can, I would like to hear more about your Archangel Micheal delusions.

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Hi Emphursis

I appreciate your feedback - with regards to your thoughts on the possibility that I might have mentioned the delusion under the influence of drugs, it's simply not possible for a couple of reasons. The delusion didn't actually start clearly with the point in time at which the old homeless dude suggested my real name was Michael. I didn't link several events together until much later - a time when I was no longer hanging around with anyone. I quite literally became a sort of hermit... Plus, I never got to the point of blackout when using with those friends, and for many years had fairly clear recall concerning my input to the conversations we had.

The delusion seemed to develop somewhat organically - initiating with the incident described above (the old man carried a bible around with him everywhere he went, and spoke of it as a 'magical' book).

One of the guys I hung around with once started talking in an unprompted, out-of-context, cryptic manner, when we weren't under the influence of anything at all - we'd just been walking to meet another 'friend'... He said - 'Do you think you're the dapper don..? Do you believe you have Shaolin skills..?' I looked at him, baffled, and said I hadn't a clue what he was talking about. He smirked and said 'You know what I'm talking about...' In recent months I've realised that back then, the drum n' bass culture used 'dapper don' as an underground rhyming slang for the concept of 'The One' (as espoused in the 'Matrix' films).

I was sectioned around that time, for a couple of months - whilst an in-patient, a young muslim guy showed me a scripture in the Koran concerning god's angels, with a reference to Michael the archangel as I recall. I can't remember the reference of the scripture now (chapter, verse etc), but afterwards, he looked at me with a supportive expression and said 'You have no idea who you really are, do you..?' He shook my hand and walked off - he was discharged the day after.

In my dreams, several times I have been caught up in a dramatic outplaying of the traditional 'end-times' saga. Each time, with a clear understanding of the role I was playing - the 'real' me. In those dreams, I was keenly aware that I was an emissary, and that I had been gifted with supernatural abilities - I was undertaking specific missions that related to "God's plan on Earth".

One time, at a church meeting (evangelical - though I'm certainly not your traditional evangelical as you'll have seen if you've read any of my other posts on other threads), I was being prayed for by a spiritually gifted man - he received a vision, and what is termed a 'word of knowledge' in those circles. He related that God had revealed that I was "on a journey, but not a typical one". Smiling profusely, he said no more. I asked what that meant - he thought for a moment, smiled again, and said "It means... that you're a very blessed brother".

So that's a sample of the details of some of the events and occurrences that led me to hold this particular delusion. I'll figure out the rest with clarity soon, and lay it down for people to mull over. I started reading a great book the other day, which references the Triune Self as being an individual entity under a Supreme Intelligence - stating that there are more aspects of ourselves which are active in other universal realms, while we (as the 'doer-in-the-body") are living our conscious life here on Earth.

I'll leave you for now with this little gem, something that someone once remarked to me - again in that cryptic, smiling and supportive way: "The shamans have it right - this life is the dream; our night-time dreams are the moment at which we get a glimpse of the universe as it really is".

If the study of oneself as a fraction of one's own being is anywhere near accurate, then that saying might be much truer than I've hitherto given it credit for...


Noah

Thought I'd share another key aspect of the more surreal and terrifying events that occurred when I was a bit younger. This is one of those things that I didn't really want to confront before, and even now, the potential meaning of the event scares the living **** out of me.

Bit of background to the event:

I was in hostels aged around 17/18. I was being kicked from place to place for minor reasons bordering on the ridiculous (such as being unable, for two weeks, to pay the £22 per week service charge - as a result of delays in claiming a benefit I was entitled to).

Anyway, eventually (after three stays at three different hostels, each span ending for equally silly reasons beyond my control), I was put in a bail hostel. Effectively a halfway house for violent adult criminals and sex offenders who had just been released from prison. Certainly not the place that a mentally anxious and vulnerable young man should be dispensed to by a local authority with a duty of care.

Various events took place in the hostel; none of which were pleasant. Assault, theft, incitement to criminal activity, incitement to hard drug use - mental abuse in the form of deliberate fear-inducement being employed by other tenants 'for fun'.

One night, while suffering the effects of a combination of 'delusional' and real fears caused by various events, I eventually managed to get to sleep. I awoke early in the morning - around 4am. I sensed a presence in the room with me; a female presence, though there was no-one visible. I tried to move, but was under a form of hypnopompic paralysis. The room around me was blurred to my vision, but as with a former 'out of body' experience, I was very much conscious of the fact that I was not dreaming in the normal sense.

The female figure lay down on top of my paralysed form. At first, it seemed quite 'arousing', and there was a dark sensuality about her presence. She leaned in to kiss me, and my response was to kiss back (naturally red-blooded man that I am). Despite the fact that the experience was completely surreal, I was in full charge of my mental faculties. As the kiss tool place, an entirely unexpected thing occurred. A ball of jelly-like material was passed from her mouth to mine. It felt like what I imagine the texture of 'frogspawn' would feel like if one were odd enough to want to ingest it, but was about the size of a golf ball.

The moment that the 'thing' had gone into my mouth, it made its way down my throat - how, I don't know - it seemed somehow self-propelled.

As soon as that had occurred, the presence vanished, the room cleared in my vision and I transitioned to full control of my body within seconds. I was obviously shocked, scared, and very confused about what had just happened. I tried to shake off the experience as some kind of dream, but was confident that something very real had just taken place.

The next day, things got worse. I started to experience strong pains in my stomach - accompanied by a movement, akin to that of a wriggling worm or snake (the sensation was equivalent to the movements such creatures make when they are observed in ordinary environments). To explain the pain, it was of a similar intensity to the pain I experienced the following summer when I suffered pancreatitis due to over-consumption of alcohol. To those who have no idea what that feels like, it literally stops you from breathing - morphine is needed to prevent you from passing out due to oxygen starvation. It makes you feel as though someone has jabbed a knife into your insides, and is pushing and twisting it about. I am not kidding - the pain was beyond any other pain I have ever experienced. The movement sensations continued for weeks afterwards - accompanied on occasion by visible movement under the surface of the skin at the front and sides of my abdomen.

A few days after the initial event, I started to fear that a living creature had been implanted into me. I was reading the local free newspaper, and saw a cartoon which had a pigeon, looking very confused, and a speech bubble coming out from its stomach, saying 'hello..?' An hour or so later, one of the key 'abusers' living in the hostel walked into the common sitting room I was in and said - "How're you feeling pigeon..?" His grin was nothing short of demonic - I kid you not. He then laughed (manically) and said "It's beejebub".

Now what the **** does that mean..? I associated it at the time with the idea that each of us has a 'personal devil' ('be-e-jebub' sounds similar to 'be-el-zebub').

Much later on (a year or so later) I was taken on a group outing to watch a new film that had been much-hyped by the industry and media. It was called 'The Matrix'. And you'll understand that the scene wherein the agents implant the character Neo (Keanu Reeves) with a worm-like electronic device, scared the living **** out of me.

Now, over time, I got used to the fact that there seemed to be some kind of creature/device living inside me. That can only be understood if you live through such a thing for yourself. Intermittently, it has crippled me for up to an hour, preventing me from doing whatever I was doing; it's impossible to try and explain to people that there's no point going to a hospital. Even now, ten years later, the damn thing still wakes me at night, wriggling round in my abdomen, spiking my insides and causing the same intense and insufferable pain, visible movements observable under my skin.

If anyone has heard of a precedent for such things, I would like to know about it. I have never told anyone of any of the things I've just covered in this post.

To be honest, one of the most scary aspects of this experience is that once, years after, while reading the Bible, I came across the following passage in the book of Isaiah (Old Testament), describing the fate that would befall those that had rebelled against God at the 'End of Time':

"And they will go out and look upon the dead bodies of those who rebelled against me; their worm will not die, nor will their fire be quenched, and they will be loathsome to all mankind." (Isaiah 66:24)



Please help me out if you know anything about these things - it's scary stuff to live with.


Noah.

One more thought relating to the previous post...

Has anyone ever come across an author called Michael Moorcock..? After the experience outlined above, I was staying with friends in Wales and happened across one of his books. The dark, macabre plot appealed to me - it was called The Lives and Times of Jerry Cornelius, and related to the exploits of a time travelling assassin.

One line seemingly randomly inserted (having not read any of the other novels since, I don't know if it's related to any other plotlines) was regarding the implantation of some form of creature into unwitting dupes, carried out by Oona (female contemporary of Jerry) - the pair briefly discussed the matter: "What do you think their chances are..?" "Not good".

Or something along those lines. Without a copy of the book to hand, I can't remember the exact wording. Anyway, I got a sense that there was a subtext; that the author was aware of some sort of folklore relating to the subject of symbiant implantations, carried out by an interdimensional being, and a woman at that.

Just thought I'd share that little snippet of freakish paranoia from 'back in the day'..!


Noah.

NB - As I write, the thing is wriggling about in that 'I'm an intelligent presence' sort of way; jabbing my insides in a sort of morse code which is entirely beyond the realms of accidental coincidence. There's a thought - maybe I should get hold of a morse code sheet and see if it'll engage in a telepathic conversation... I jest, but it's really not that funny...