I've been lurking here for sometime now and just recently posted my first thread that died a quick and merciful death. I would say as far as
conspiracy theories goes I'm still a bit of a newbie, although I'm deep into the political escapades going on right now.
I've watched the bickering and trolling and have thrown up my hands in disgust more times than I can count as I scrolled through threads. I get
caught up into the same things on occasion. I've made more than a few posts in threads I'm less than proud of, but right or wrong, I speak my mind.
Most are ignored, a few thoroughly destroyed, and a rare few liked. I've read posts that have totally blown me away and I've read some that make me
want to vomit, sometimes by the same person. WTF?!? LOL The discussions here are what keep me coming back and for that I thank you all. Just wanted
to say that first.
Anyway to my point. Since I've started on my journey into the world of conspiracies, I've woken a few friends to the possibilities and usually
their inquisitive nature takes over. Recently however, it seems as if more and more people are drawing back into their shell, so to speak, and
ignoring the glaring evidence right there for all to see. No, I don't go on conspiracy rants with anyone other than my wife and she just laughs at
me usually. That's the hardest one to bear. That one came about in my defunct thread, which may be updated this weekend.
When that one hit me, quite honestly it was a bit devastating. If I can't even wake up my own wife to something I must be doing something wrong.
That's when it slapped me right between the eyes! What do we do when the alarm goes off and we want ten more minutes of sleep? We hit the snooze
button. Duh, simple right? So out of boredom at work, over the course of a week, I reviewed and realized I've overslept.
When I was 15, I was dating a young lady and one evening things progressed as they usually do when two horny teens are left alone for an extended
period of time. At some point during our explorations (I'm trying to explain and be tactful) she dug her fingernails into my arm and froze. This
poor girl peed the bed, that was when I realized she wasn't paying attention to me at all anymore. I turned around, and I remember thinking that her
daddy had a collection of shotguns. Right there between the bed and the wall was a little boy on a old fashioned wooden rocking horse, and I swear
you could see through him. It just disappeared, no slow fade out, nothing, just gone.
I'll admit I was kinda freaked. She and I did some research and according to local history a little boy was killed in the house around the time of
the siege of Richmond. I told my mom about it later on. That was a mistake, suddenly I was in a shrinks office for several years of 'therapy',
subjected to a battery of tests (clean bill of health), and finally medication. Instead of asking why they were so quick to shove pills down my
throat (as a juvenile you really don't have the right to refuse medication) I merely hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.
Things were never really the same after that, however. I had been involved in athletics, my friends suddenly didn't want anything to do with me. I
grew more distant from people, college didn't work out, the military was a bad fit at the time (SOMEWHERE along the line I had developed issues with
authority figures. Imagine that!)
Now don't get me wrong, I was never a very well adjusted child to begin with, I'd had a very rough life. I grew older and eventually grew up
(kinda). Reading has always been my favorite hobby, sometimes its nice to slip off to middle earth or explore the thoughts of the founding fathers or
investigate the history of Greece. A friend had tipped me off to a Michael Crichton book, "State of Fear" and I eagerly began to devour the story.
By the end of it I was checking out the resources he had listed and began doing some investigation on my own. Its been a hell of a ride since I can
tell you that.
As you can see I was 'accidentally' pushed down this rabbit hole. Although my friend has taken a different path in life I still thank him for that
push, and if I ever see him again I'm gonna punch him for the aggravation he has caused me over the past six years or so with that little push. Then
I'm gonna buy him a beer for the same reason.
I must have wished a thousand times that I hadn't picked up that damned book, but I did and now I can't go back to sleep. I apologize, this has
become a bit longer than I intended or expected. This was my experience, and I know that this thread has been done before, but its Saturday night,
the wife is asleep, and I'm toasty and looking to chat.
Finally the QUESTION!!!!
What was your waking up experience and has it changed you as profoundly as it has changed me?
"Why, Oh why didn't I take the blue pill?"