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After smoking I went back upstairs, and stared at the ceiling until I thought it was late enough to call my girlfriend.  Being unable to sleep the entire night was not a normal thing for me, in fact before tonight it had never happened like this -- without a wink.  I wanted to tell her what had happened the night before, ask her what she thought of it, see if maybe it was something she part of a conversation between my parents, who had just woken, "do you think he will sign the waiver?" my mother asked.

Much, much later, after investigating the technology involved, I would become aware that the force responsible for the mind controlled opera I was unwittingly thrust in to the center of was able to falsify conversations, to force you to overhear things that were not really there.  This is done via stimulation of the auditory cortex, and when you fully understand that the effects you are noticing can only be accomplished by stimulating action potentials, it should be obvious that this capability is also within the realm of reason.  Because of reality shifting though, it's not obvious, in fact, you can be kept completely oblivious to further possibilities and uses of the technology.

I began whirling inside.. [i]did they know about it too?  [/i]I was still convinced it was a prank, but at this point that others around me had been deceived into thinking it was some sort of Fear Factor like television show.   I began getting angry, and also nervous about the possibility of more camera's being hidden in this house, just like the other one.  [i]Maybe my girlfriend was right, maybe it was the CIA.[/i]

I walked out of the house to call her, as I often do.  It's a habit I guess, but I enjoy talking on my cell phone as I'm walking.  She didn't answer, and I was really not thrilled with being in the area.  I was also worried that the same thing might be happening to her.. the thought of escaping the area entered my mind, and I decided to get rent a room at the Extended Stay America in Palm Beach, thinking I might be outside the grip of whatever nefarious group was tricking everyone around me.  After doing this, I decided to walk to a near by shopping center, in order to call a cab there.

This might seem a bit strange, but both of us had had some very odd experiences in cabs to date, one refused to open the door  for us, and would not take us where we wanted to go, demanding that we stop at a specific shopping center.  Another had made some under-the-breath remarks, and had a strange interface on his fare meter.  I was a computer person, and I always take notice of POS interfaces, this one was not graphical, but a text interface that had inverted colors.  He was pressing buttons on another terminal, one that was outside of my view, and it made loud chimes... it was very attention grabbing, and in hindsight it was an obvious alert.  This interface would later today, and throughout the ordeal, play a large role in several sub-threads of the psychological attack.

I began walking briskly, upset that I had not been able to get her on the phone.  I wanted to get there so I could tell her I had a safer place for us to stay.  Walking on the street instead of the sidewalk, I saw two older women walking towards me, on the other side of the street.  They were on the side walk, and one of them seemed to be arguing with the other, her arms flailing in her oratory.  I could not hear what was being said until they got a little closer, when the alert came:  "Just let him go."  This time the alert was accompanied by something else, a transmitted impression of the situation -- the knowledge that they were talking about me.  It wasn't accompanied by anxiety or classical paranoia, just the tacit knowing that whatever it was they were talking about, it was revolving an argument about me leaving the house.  I slowed down a little, glanced at them and then glanced away, and continued on.  We passed each other, and I was about a block to their south when something else happened.

A few weeks earlier, my girlfriend and I had experienced something strange.  We were standing outside our apartment, deciding whether or not we were going to leave to visit a friend.  She wanted to go really badly, and because of what had been happening during the prior weeks, I had become weary of her plans when they changed abruptly and without reason.  During our conversation, something began hitting us from what appeared to be the roofs of the apartments around us.  It left lacerations on our skin, with a white residue, and for the next hour or two it seemed as if we had both been drugged.

As I was walking past the two women, something hit the bottom of my pants.  I was instantly filled with feeling that this was the same weapon that had been used on the two of us weeks earlier.  I swirled around, pulling my phone from my pocket as I had the previous time.  From one of the houses I was walking past, I heard one thing "uh-oh."

Feverishly, I started navigating the Android interface to the camcorder application.  I started recording, and circled the area with my phone, hoping to catch a glimpse of who or what was doing this to me.  After about 20 seconds of recording, standing in the middle of a suburban street at the early hours of the morning, I stopped the recording.  Attempting to email it to myself, in order to save it "on the record" in Google's cloud, the icons on the screen began shaking, an effect which was not normal for Android.  Afterwords, the phone did a Looney-Tunes like transition to black, another effect which was not normal for the software on the phone.  I quickly turned the screen back on and navigated to the gallery, the video I had just taken was gone.

Clever people.  At this point I knew they must have put a virus on my phone, one that enabled them to delete the video.  The overtness of the special effects struck a chord in me though, certainly they did not need special effects in order to delete a movie, they could have easily just removed it from the flash memory with no notice.  [i]Why would they alert me to their presence in my phone with visual cues?[/i]
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Original Message Now you know. [link to unduecoercion.blogspot.com]

After a much more dark and trying experience in November and early December of 2010, I received what I now consider a gift from the Illuminati. I was privileged enough to receive the lead role in my very own custom tailored science fiction adventure.. although at the time I didn't know it was fiction. My life had been turned upside down, I was unable to work at my normal and simple job doing IT work for.. myself, and it sure seemed like the shadows were enveloping me. [link to unduecoercion.blogspot.com]

Before I continue, I have to introduce you to two more mind control "symptoms." First, the alert. This is when your sight or hearing is focused on something specific, mostly unknown to you, to ensure that you will witness it, it's kind of like a spotlight being put on something going on around you, and it's very prevalent in street theater, though most people don't recognize that its happening. It's basically forcing you to turn your head and look at a specific "actor" (without you knowing), and ensuring that you hear what they are saying, regardless of how far away from them you are. It is also used to reinforce memory retention, and I have a significant number of memories from this time that normally would probably have fallen into the abyss. The second is what I call reality shifting, and it amounts to a "subtle" change in your outlook, and it is pretty much the subject of he following story.

For the remainder of this story, and all subsequent posts in this series, my inner dialogue will be italicized. I say dialogue in lieu of monologue for a reason, and it is one that I would not fully understand for months after these events occurred, suffice it to say, when you are a victim of OSEH, it becomes clear that your thoughts are not always your own.

ENTER STAGE LEFT: Truman Show Syndrome

My girlfriend and I had separated, neither of us wanting to stay in our former apartment, not the least of which because of the strange noises we had been hearing there.. knocks on the walls, people scurrying back and forth at all hours of the night, strange chimes... but more so because we both had suspected that during our last visit to her families, someone had secretly installed video surveillance equipment hidden inside our electronic equipment. Things had been very strange since our trip to Orlando for Thanksgiving, and while we had tried to stay together in hotels back in Lauderdale, I felt it was better we separate in case the people that were following us were only trying to get to me. She stayed with a friend for a few nights, and I had decided to save money by staying with my parents... it also felt much safer there, as it was impossible for the army of perfect strangers to harass me when I was safely inside a private residence... or so I thought.

I was getting ready for bed, turned the television and the lights off, opened my laptop and laid down on the bed. I had frequented a site called myfreecams.com for a few years prior to this, and went there out of sheer boredom. This was a pornographic webcam site, and after today it would become central to this sub-story. Slowly clicking through my favorite list of about 20 people, I found someone that I had enjoyed talking to. We were about the same age, and had talked in the past, mostly about trivial things, but sometimes about past jobs and relationships. I said hello, and she took a very long time to reply, much longer than usual. Watching her on the camera, it appeared that she was reading a long message on her computer screen, and given the amount of time it was taking it could not have been from me. I watched her eyes move back and forth, slowly getting wider as she neared the conclusion of the message. I was almost ready to leave, a little pissed at being ignored by someone that I had spoken to frequently.

"Adam, there's something I have to tell you," she said verbally, which was very non-normal for her, as we normally communicated in instant messages, since there were at least two hundred other people in the room. This startled me, as I had never heard her say my name out loud before, and I looked around to make sure there was nobody else in the vicinity of my room. After confirming this, I spoke aloud "oh, God, what now?" for no apparent reason, as I was usually silent. "You are on TV."

She really needs to stop smoking that stuff. Immediately after finishing the thought, her camera disconnected and she signed offline, this happened sometimes, as the website was somewhat amateurish in its programming, looking about a generation of HTML code behind the top of the line websites. This is all I need, another crazy person telling me strange stories. My thoughts trailed off, and I remembered the long message she was reading prior to talking to me, it dawned on me that perhaps the people that had been following us around had somehow figured out what websites I went to, and that they were trying to freak me out here, where I thought I was safe. I went outside to smoke a cigarette, and the single strangest thing that ever happened to me occurred.

I received what I now know is an alert, and while smoking looked up at the night sky, and noticed what I believed to be Venus growing intensely brighter. I stared at it for at least 20 seconds and then realized that it appeared to be coming closer to me, and moving slightly, as if it was making an approach. An airplane. And then it happened. The "airplane" began moving much faster, and changing its orientation at very steep angles, sometimes 45 degrees, sometimes as much as 180. It would have crushed the pilot with g-force at the speeds I was witnessing, and I was filled with awe... I was, for the first time in my life, witnessing an actual Unidentified Flying Object. This continued for at least another 45 seconds, as I looked up without moving, my jaw gaping wide in disbelief. My inner dialogue continued, as the strange events of the last month had taken an even eerier turn, and somehow were beginning to make more sense. What do you want with me? Please, land and talk to me, I've waited my entire life for this.

It vanished almost as quickly as it had begun descending, and Venus was back in its rightful place in the Northern sky. I dismissed the entire event, for what appears to be no reason at all, in what I now describe as a mind controlled cascade of reality shifting, almost as if the thoughts I had been having were invalidated, slowly and noticeably compared to their onset .. just an airplane .. even though what I had witnessed was most certainly not. I finished my cigarette and went back to my room.

Entering my room, I saw the bed was still illuminated with the glow of the laptop screen, and somehow my television had turned on. I didn't really take much note of it, and laid back down on the bed to see if my friend had signed back on. Once laying down I was again alerted to the television, and saw that the show Ancient Aliens was on. This is a television series that seems to be based on the ideas of Chariots of the Gods by Erik Von Danniken, it's about aliens influencing human society and religion since pre-history. I had never seen the television show before, and rarely watched the History channel, so the fact that it was on my television screen was probably much odder than I noticed at the time. My sixth grade history teacher, however, had recommended Chariots of the Gods to us, and I had always found it fascinating, wondering how such an obvious theory was not more mainstream throughout my youth.

The alert moved to the bottom of the screen, and I read the tag line for the show. Now you know.

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