One of the things that most infuriated me about the sick people who controlled my life was the arrogant contempt they had for me. To them, they were god and I was a laboratory animal to be tormented and conditioned however they chose. Their entire atheistic, anti-human view of life made me seriously wonder about the future, or lack of a future for amerika. There whole approach to life was to try to substitute their will for my God given free will. I became more convinced that ever that I was dealing with truly evil, satanic people. Much later in this story I will tell you of an experience that convinced me that the God see these people in much the same way.
The perspective of the fascist elite toward humans is evidenced by the secret human experiments carried out by the CIA in Canada. There is a field of psychology that believes all people are born with a blank mind or as they call it "tabula rasa". Tabula rasa is the epistemological theory that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that their knowledge comes from experience and perception. Thus to the CIA and the ruling fascists, if you have someone like me who doesn't have the proper indoctrination, all you have to do is wipe their mind blank and then you can reprogram them to believe and think what the elitist ruler want them to think.
Than is what the CIA experiments in Canada were all about. Finding ways to wipe the slate(mind) clean. One woman victim enter a psychiatric hospital for treatment for depression. When she left the hospital a month later, she didn't even recognize her husband and children - thanks to CIA orchestrated experiments. How is that for a clean slate. Now all you have to do is reprogram her!
This is what The Crazies believed they could do to me. Sounds crazy doesn't it. But that is what these people believe and they actively carry out torture and terrorism in the hopes of achieving a "tabula rasa".
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Worth Posting Again
I lived in a small two story apartment complex in Paducah. The complex consisted of a near linear building with about 10 units per floor. I lived on the second floor near the end of the building and the only access was a centrally located stairs which gave access to all the apartments on that floor. While I lived in the last apartment to the right along the upstairs walkway, there was another apartment unit adjacent to mine which created an inverted "L" shape for the comples. The two doors of these adjacent apartments when opened almost touched.
My neighbor in the adjacent apartment was a young, petite female dental assistant who had the face of an angel. We became friends and would frequently get together on the balcony and have "rail-side" chats. We would discuss what was happening in our lives. what our interests were and what we planned and hoped to be doing in the near future. Frequently when I came home from work, Cheryl would be sitting in her doorway and I would join her for a glass of wine. So I didn't think anything was unusual one evening when I came walking to my apartment and Cheryl was sitting in her doorway.
As soon as I approached Cheryl, she jumped up and said, "You wouldn't believe what happened this morning! I was going to work and when I opened my door, a man was coming out of your apartment. He had on a suit and when he saw me, he just glared at me, locked your door and then hurried down the stairs to his car. He left in a hurry."
"What was the car like," I asked.
"Tt was dark blue, late model sedan. I couldn't tell the make of the car and I couldn't get a license plate number."
"It was really creepy the way he just stared at me and he wasn't anyone I've seen around here before." she continued.
I half laughed at her comments and then told her that it was just a government agent keeping track of me and that they come in my apartment all the time when I'm not there. I told her I'd check with the apartment owner just to make sure it was someone from this complex, but I knew who it was.
I also mentioned to her that my neighbor on the other side of my apartment had told me that he had heard someone in my apartment when he knew I wasn't there. But he hadn't actually seen the CRIMINALS.
I did contact the apartment owner/manager and she assured me that no one had been authorized to do any work or would have any reason to enter my apartment.
Of course, any Nazi sympathizer could come up with numerous explanations as to why some stranger should be coming out of my apartment early in the morning. But remember the stereo speaker box that I had thrown in the dumpster about 3 months earlier?!
The next day I did go to an attorney to see if there was anything I could do about the criminal activity of The Crazies. The attorney quickly asked if I or anyone else had ever seen these criminals in my apartment. When I told him my neighbor had seen a man leaving my apartment, the attorney quickly went on to another subject and totally ignored what I had told him. So much for the justice system in amerika.
It was several days latter when I came home from work that I knew something was wrong. The door to my apartment had two locks on it. The door handle had a lock, and there was a deadbolt above it. And I always made sure both locks were locked when I left. As soon as I put my key in the deadbolt, I knew something was wrong. The deadbolt was not locked! I then opened the door handle lock, which was locked and darted into the apartment. The Crazies were letting me know they had been there and now I frantically looked around my apartment to see if anything was missing or broken. Everything seemed alright in the living room, so I darted into the bathroom. THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BATHROOM SAT MY STEREO SPEAKER BOX that I had discarded several months earlier.
The Crazies knew that I now had a collaborating witness to their criminal activity so as they always did, they were now taunting, and laughing at me. They were saying that no matter how much proof I had that they had brutally tortured me, they were not going to let anyone know about it and that there was nothing I could do about it. THIS IS THE REAL AMERIKA and not the myths and fantasy that most amerikans believe. This is a barbaric, evil empire that imposes its will on defenseless people by brute force. Support its evil or perish. That is reality.
There are two additional things of interest here. One is that leaving one lock unlocked is typical of the mind games The Crazies would play. It creates uncertainty. Did I or didn't I lock both locks when I left in the morning. Everybody forgets to do something once in awhile. In this case, I had proof that The Crazies had been there, but the unlocked lock is typical of the almost daily mind games I faced.
Second, just think about how closely The Crazies monitored everything I did. The kept a box that I had thrown in the dumpster for about three months! That is insane!
And you pay their salary with your tax dollars - any wonder there is a budget deficit.
Any finally, why? I had not committed any crimes, I had not been politically active or a political radical. I had never worked against the interests of this country. I had been a working class citizen who came from a poor background, worked hard, got an education and had been professionally successful. That was my crime against the fascist state - I was born poor and talented. Oh yes, I had also witnessed and been an unwilling participant in felonious activity which I was required by law to report to authorities. Now you know what is really important to the ruling fascists.
My neighbor in the adjacent apartment was a young, petite female dental assistant who had the face of an angel. We became friends and would frequently get together on the balcony and have "rail-side" chats. We would discuss what was happening in our lives. what our interests were and what we planned and hoped to be doing in the near future. Frequently when I came home from work, Cheryl would be sitting in her doorway and I would join her for a glass of wine. So I didn't think anything was unusual one evening when I came walking to my apartment and Cheryl was sitting in her doorway.
As soon as I approached Cheryl, she jumped up and said, "You wouldn't believe what happened this morning! I was going to work and when I opened my door, a man was coming out of your apartment. He had on a suit and when he saw me, he just glared at me, locked your door and then hurried down the stairs to his car. He left in a hurry."
"What was the car like," I asked.
"Tt was dark blue, late model sedan. I couldn't tell the make of the car and I couldn't get a license plate number."
"It was really creepy the way he just stared at me and he wasn't anyone I've seen around here before." she continued.
I half laughed at her comments and then told her that it was just a government agent keeping track of me and that they come in my apartment all the time when I'm not there. I told her I'd check with the apartment owner just to make sure it was someone from this complex, but I knew who it was.
I also mentioned to her that my neighbor on the other side of my apartment had told me that he had heard someone in my apartment when he knew I wasn't there. But he hadn't actually seen the CRIMINALS.
I did contact the apartment owner/manager and she assured me that no one had been authorized to do any work or would have any reason to enter my apartment.
Of course, any Nazi sympathizer could come up with numerous explanations as to why some stranger should be coming out of my apartment early in the morning. But remember the stereo speaker box that I had thrown in the dumpster about 3 months earlier?!
The next day I did go to an attorney to see if there was anything I could do about the criminal activity of The Crazies. The attorney quickly asked if I or anyone else had ever seen these criminals in my apartment. When I told him my neighbor had seen a man leaving my apartment, the attorney quickly went on to another subject and totally ignored what I had told him. So much for the justice system in amerika.
It was several days latter when I came home from work that I knew something was wrong. The door to my apartment had two locks on it. The door handle had a lock, and there was a deadbolt above it. And I always made sure both locks were locked when I left. As soon as I put my key in the deadbolt, I knew something was wrong. The deadbolt was not locked! I then opened the door handle lock, which was locked and darted into the apartment. The Crazies were letting me know they had been there and now I frantically looked around my apartment to see if anything was missing or broken. Everything seemed alright in the living room, so I darted into the bathroom. THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BATHROOM SAT MY STEREO SPEAKER BOX that I had discarded several months earlier.
The Crazies knew that I now had a collaborating witness to their criminal activity so as they always did, they were now taunting, and laughing at me. They were saying that no matter how much proof I had that they had brutally tortured me, they were not going to let anyone know about it and that there was nothing I could do about it. THIS IS THE REAL AMERIKA and not the myths and fantasy that most amerikans believe. This is a barbaric, evil empire that imposes its will on defenseless people by brute force. Support its evil or perish. That is reality.
There are two additional things of interest here. One is that leaving one lock unlocked is typical of the mind games The Crazies would play. It creates uncertainty. Did I or didn't I lock both locks when I left in the morning. Everybody forgets to do something once in awhile. In this case, I had proof that The Crazies had been there, but the unlocked lock is typical of the almost daily mind games I faced.
Second, just think about how closely The Crazies monitored everything I did. The kept a box that I had thrown in the dumpster for about three months! That is insane!
And you pay their salary with your tax dollars - any wonder there is a budget deficit.
Any finally, why? I had not committed any crimes, I had not been politically active or a political radical. I had never worked against the interests of this country. I had been a working class citizen who came from a poor background, worked hard, got an education and had been professionally successful. That was my crime against the fascist state - I was born poor and talented. Oh yes, I had also witnessed and been an unwilling participant in felonious activity which I was required by law to report to authorities. Now you know what is really important to the ruling fascists.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Don't let the Fascist State control you.
— 3 John 1:5 —
Dear friend, you are faithful in what you are doing for the brothers and sisters, even though they are strangers to you.
Because of our individualistic, self-centered society, there are many lonely people who wonder if anyone cares whether they live or die. If you find such a lonely person, show him or her that you care.
Dear friend, you are faithful in what you are doing for the brothers and sisters, even though they are strangers to you.
Because of our individualistic, self-centered society, there are many lonely people who wonder if anyone cares whether they live or die. If you find such a lonely person, show him or her that you care.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Significance of the Stereo Speaker Box
I lived in a small two story apartment complex in Paducah. The complex consisted of a near linear building with about 10 units per floor. I lived on the second floor near the end of the building and the only access was a centrally located stairs which gave access to all the apartments on that floor. While I lived in the last apartment to the right along the upstairs walkway, there was another apartment unit adjacent to mine which created an inverted "L" shape for the comples. The two doors of these adjacent apartments when opened almost touched.
My neighbor in the adjacent apartment was a young, petite female dental assistant who had the face of an angel. We became friends and would frequently get together on the balcony and have "rail-side" chats. We would discuss what was happening in our lives. what our interests were and what we planned and hoped to be doing in the near future. Frequently when I came home from work, Cheryl would be sitting in her doorway and I would join her for a glass of wine. So I didn't think anything was unusual one evening when I came walking to my apartment and Cheryl was sitting in her doorway.
As soon as I approached Cheryl, she jumped up and said, "You wouldn't believe what happened this morning! I was going to work and when I opened my door, a man was coming out of your apartment. He had on a suit and when he saw me, he just glared at me, locked your door and then hurried down the stairs to his car. He left in a hurry."
"What was the car like," I asked.
"Tt was dark blue, late model sedan. I couldn't tell the make of the car and I couldn't get a license plate number."
"It was really creepy the way he just stared at me and he wasn't anyone I've seen around here before." she continued.
I half laughed at her comments and then told her that it was just a government agent keeping track of me and that they come in my apartment all the time when I'm not there. I told her I'd check with the apartment owner just to make sure it was someone from this complex, but I knew who it was.
I also mentioned to her that my neighbor on the other side of my apartment had told me that he had heard someone in my apartment when he knew I wasn't there. But he hadn't actually seen the CRIMINALS.
I did contact the apartment owner/manager and she assured me that no one had been authorized to do any work or would have any reason to enter my apartment.
Of course, any Nazi sympathizer could come up with numerous explanations as to why some stranger should be coming out of my apartment early in the morning. But remember the stereo speaker box that I had thrown in the dumpster about 3 months earlier?!
The next day I did go to an attorney to see if there was anything I could do about the criminal activity of The Crazies. The attorney quickly asked if I or anyone else had ever seen these criminals in my apartment. When I told him my neighbor had seen a man leaving my apartment, the attorney quickly went on to another subject and totally ignored what I had told him. So much for the justice system in amerika.
It was several days latter when I came home from work that I knew something was wrong. The door to my apartment had two locks on it. The door handle had a lock, and there was a deadbolt above it. And I always made sure both locks were locked when I left. As soon as I put my key in the deadbolt, I knew something was wrong. The deadbolt was not locked! I then opened the door handle lock, which was locked and darted into the apartment. The Crazies were letting me know they had been there and now I frantically looked around my apartment to see if anything was missing or broken. Everything seemed alright in the living room, so I darted into the bathroom. THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BATHROOM SAT MY STEREO SPEAKER BOX that I had discarded several months earlier.
The Crazies knew that I now had a collaborating witness to their criminal activity so as they always did, they were now taunting, and laughing at me. They were saying that no matter how much proof I had that they had brutally tortured me, they were not going to let anyone know about it and that there was nothing I could do about it. THIS IS THE REAL AMERIKA and not the myths and fantasy that most amerikans believe. This is a barbaric, evil empire that imposes its will on defenseless people by brute force. Support its evil or perish. That is reality.
There are two additional things of interest here. One is that leaving one lock unlocked is typical of the mind games The Crazies would play. It creates uncertainty. Did I or didn't I lock both locks when I left in the morning. Everybody forgets to do something once in awhile. In this case, I had proof that The Crazies had been there, but the unlocked lock is typical of the almost daily mind games I faced.
Second, just think about how closely The Crazies monitored everything I did. The kept a box that I had thrown in the dumpster for about three months! That is insane!
And you pay their salary with your tax dollars - any wonder there is a budget deficit.
Any finally, why? I had not committed any crimes, I had not been politically active or a political radical. I had never worked against the interests of this country. I had been a working class citizen who came from a poor background, worked hard, got an education and had been professionally successful. That was my crime against the fascist state - I was born poor and talented. Oh yes, I had also witnessed and been an unwilling participant in felonious activity which I was required by law to report to authorities. Now you know what is really important to the ruling fascists.
My neighbor in the adjacent apartment was a young, petite female dental assistant who had the face of an angel. We became friends and would frequently get together on the balcony and have "rail-side" chats. We would discuss what was happening in our lives. what our interests were and what we planned and hoped to be doing in the near future. Frequently when I came home from work, Cheryl would be sitting in her doorway and I would join her for a glass of wine. So I didn't think anything was unusual one evening when I came walking to my apartment and Cheryl was sitting in her doorway.
As soon as I approached Cheryl, she jumped up and said, "You wouldn't believe what happened this morning! I was going to work and when I opened my door, a man was coming out of your apartment. He had on a suit and when he saw me, he just glared at me, locked your door and then hurried down the stairs to his car. He left in a hurry."
"What was the car like," I asked.
"Tt was dark blue, late model sedan. I couldn't tell the make of the car and I couldn't get a license plate number."
"It was really creepy the way he just stared at me and he wasn't anyone I've seen around here before." she continued.
I half laughed at her comments and then told her that it was just a government agent keeping track of me and that they come in my apartment all the time when I'm not there. I told her I'd check with the apartment owner just to make sure it was someone from this complex, but I knew who it was.
I also mentioned to her that my neighbor on the other side of my apartment had told me that he had heard someone in my apartment when he knew I wasn't there. But he hadn't actually seen the CRIMINALS.
I did contact the apartment owner/manager and she assured me that no one had been authorized to do any work or would have any reason to enter my apartment.
Of course, any Nazi sympathizer could come up with numerous explanations as to why some stranger should be coming out of my apartment early in the morning. But remember the stereo speaker box that I had thrown in the dumpster about 3 months earlier?!
The next day I did go to an attorney to see if there was anything I could do about the criminal activity of The Crazies. The attorney quickly asked if I or anyone else had ever seen these criminals in my apartment. When I told him my neighbor had seen a man leaving my apartment, the attorney quickly went on to another subject and totally ignored what I had told him. So much for the justice system in amerika.
It was several days latter when I came home from work that I knew something was wrong. The door to my apartment had two locks on it. The door handle had a lock, and there was a deadbolt above it. And I always made sure both locks were locked when I left. As soon as I put my key in the deadbolt, I knew something was wrong. The deadbolt was not locked! I then opened the door handle lock, which was locked and darted into the apartment. The Crazies were letting me know they had been there and now I frantically looked around my apartment to see if anything was missing or broken. Everything seemed alright in the living room, so I darted into the bathroom. THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BATHROOM SAT MY STEREO SPEAKER BOX that I had discarded several months earlier.
The Crazies knew that I now had a collaborating witness to their criminal activity so as they always did, they were now taunting, and laughing at me. They were saying that no matter how much proof I had that they had brutally tortured me, they were not going to let anyone know about it and that there was nothing I could do about it. THIS IS THE REAL AMERIKA and not the myths and fantasy that most amerikans believe. This is a barbaric, evil empire that imposes its will on defenseless people by brute force. Support its evil or perish. That is reality.
There are two additional things of interest here. One is that leaving one lock unlocked is typical of the mind games The Crazies would play. It creates uncertainty. Did I or didn't I lock both locks when I left in the morning. Everybody forgets to do something once in awhile. In this case, I had proof that The Crazies had been there, but the unlocked lock is typical of the almost daily mind games I faced.
Second, just think about how closely The Crazies monitored everything I did. The kept a box that I had thrown in the dumpster for about three months! That is insane!
And you pay their salary with your tax dollars - any wonder there is a budget deficit.
Any finally, why? I had not committed any crimes, I had not been politically active or a political radical. I had never worked against the interests of this country. I had been a working class citizen who came from a poor background, worked hard, got an education and had been professionally successful. That was my crime against the fascist state - I was born poor and talented. Oh yes, I had also witnessed and been an unwilling participant in felonious activity which I was required by law to report to authorities. Now you know what is really important to the ruling fascists.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Trying to protect oneself from fascist terrorism.
My life away from work was less hectic and stressful since I had structured my "private" life to minimize the opportunities for harassment and terrorism by The Crazies. I had no phone in my apartment(cell phones didn't exist) so I couldn't get harassing phone calls, I checked my mail on the average about twice a month and I lived alone. Since I no longer had any personal correspondence, my only reason to check my mail was for routine monthly bills. I established a post office box so that any tampering with my mail had to be done through a government agency.
Since I also wanted to prevent any old problems from the past from popping up, I severed all ties with my past which included a nasty letter to my parents which basically said goodbye. I knew I couldn't go back there with the fascist state and The Crazies constantly causing me problems. Besides, The Crazies wanted to get rid me so I knew that they would keep causing my family problems if I tried to go back there. I was not going to let this fascist state use my parents again to inflict pain a suffering on me.
The one major way The Crazies had to terrorize me at home was through the constant home invasions when I was at work or visiting someone at night. Objects would disappear for a period of weeks or months and then suddenly reappear. Now everyone can identify with misplacing something, but this was constant and obvious. At one point I had cut out an article by a psychiatrist who claimed that mental hospitals had patients who were victims of government terrorism and harassment. He was scheduled to be on 20/20 or some similar investigative talk show. I carefully cut out the article and then placed it in a notebook on a specific page. I made sure I knew where that article was because I intended to contact that psychiatrist. Sure enough, a couple of days later, I found the article was missing. Weeks later, after I had obtained another copy of the article, I found the original article right where I had placed it. Just another mind game! And if you're wondering did that really happen, remember the discarded stereo speaker box! It's coming.
Of course, if a political prisoner ever claimed that Nazi gestapo agents were coming into their apartment and taking things, the fascist supports would always reply "Did you or anyone else ever see them?!" When I would reply "no", the obligatory response was then that I must be crazy. Very convenient. UNTIL.......... that's the next blog post.
Since I also wanted to prevent any old problems from the past from popping up, I severed all ties with my past which included a nasty letter to my parents which basically said goodbye. I knew I couldn't go back there with the fascist state and The Crazies constantly causing me problems. Besides, The Crazies wanted to get rid me so I knew that they would keep causing my family problems if I tried to go back there. I was not going to let this fascist state use my parents again to inflict pain a suffering on me.
The one major way The Crazies had to terrorize me at home was through the constant home invasions when I was at work or visiting someone at night. Objects would disappear for a period of weeks or months and then suddenly reappear. Now everyone can identify with misplacing something, but this was constant and obvious. At one point I had cut out an article by a psychiatrist who claimed that mental hospitals had patients who were victims of government terrorism and harassment. He was scheduled to be on 20/20 or some similar investigative talk show. I carefully cut out the article and then placed it in a notebook on a specific page. I made sure I knew where that article was because I intended to contact that psychiatrist. Sure enough, a couple of days later, I found the article was missing. Weeks later, after I had obtained another copy of the article, I found the original article right where I had placed it. Just another mind game! And if you're wondering did that really happen, remember the discarded stereo speaker box! It's coming.
Of course, if a political prisoner ever claimed that Nazi gestapo agents were coming into their apartment and taking things, the fascist supports would always reply "Did you or anyone else ever see them?!" When I would reply "no", the obligatory response was then that I must be crazy. Very convenient. UNTIL.......... that's the next blog post.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Things go from bad to worse - typical in a fascist controlled life.
On Monday, February 27, I received a call from Stanley which shocked me. He said he was unhappy with my performance and was wondering if he should keep me on. When I asked him what was wrong with what I had been doing, he said he thought the failed plant reaction and subsequent product was my fault. He continued to by saying that at the very least, he was going to deduct six thousand dollars from my salary for the materials used in the failed reaction! In other words, he was going to cut my salary or fire me or I could quit. He was probably hoping for the latter.
Given that I had arduously argued against running the reaction in the plant in the first place, his statements were so absurd that I didn't even try to reason with him. And the fact that I was continually trying to get my manuscript published made me suspect that The Crazies might somehow be involved. And I also considered that the failed reaction, the down time of the plant reactors, plus the cost of getting the plant boiler back in operating condition might have been causing Stanley some financial problems. But, I needed the income to be able to afford sending out copies of my manuscript to publishing companies.
I had done some other experiments concerning the failed reaction and found that much higher temperatures were need to get the reaction to go to completion and I had made sure that Stanley was aware of that fact. Stanley may have had a lot of negative characteristics, but he was not stupid enough to really believe that I was at fault for the failed reaction. I hung up the phone not knowing what to think. Was his threats just Stanley acting out his own frustration or was there an element of The Crazies again generating stress with the old "we are going to fire you" routine.
Repair of the boiler was proceeding about as I had expected. The damage to the boiler and the building was extensive and minor details that Stanley had overlooked, such as the state inspection, delayed plant production from starting up again. It was about three weeks, not the three days as Stanley had predicted. before the boiler was operational again.
My boiler incident brought to light another problem at work. Apparently Herb, who was still recovering from his injuries from the accident had neglected to properly maintain the boiler. At least that is what the insurance company was saying because they were now balking at paying for the damages because the cause of the accident was questionable. Although the cost of the repair was a concern to me, my real concern was over Herb's apparent lackadaisical approach to doing things in the plant. Since the reports were that Herb would be back at work in a few weeks, I was going to have to deal with Herb in making changes in the plant. From what I was seeing and hearing, I was anticipating strong resistance to any change.
Given that I had arduously argued against running the reaction in the plant in the first place, his statements were so absurd that I didn't even try to reason with him. And the fact that I was continually trying to get my manuscript published made me suspect that The Crazies might somehow be involved. And I also considered that the failed reaction, the down time of the plant reactors, plus the cost of getting the plant boiler back in operating condition might have been causing Stanley some financial problems. But, I needed the income to be able to afford sending out copies of my manuscript to publishing companies.
I had done some other experiments concerning the failed reaction and found that much higher temperatures were need to get the reaction to go to completion and I had made sure that Stanley was aware of that fact. Stanley may have had a lot of negative characteristics, but he was not stupid enough to really believe that I was at fault for the failed reaction. I hung up the phone not knowing what to think. Was his threats just Stanley acting out his own frustration or was there an element of The Crazies again generating stress with the old "we are going to fire you" routine.
Repair of the boiler was proceeding about as I had expected. The damage to the boiler and the building was extensive and minor details that Stanley had overlooked, such as the state inspection, delayed plant production from starting up again. It was about three weeks, not the three days as Stanley had predicted. before the boiler was operational again.
My boiler incident brought to light another problem at work. Apparently Herb, who was still recovering from his injuries from the accident had neglected to properly maintain the boiler. At least that is what the insurance company was saying because they were now balking at paying for the damages because the cause of the accident was questionable. Although the cost of the repair was a concern to me, my real concern was over Herb's apparent lackadaisical approach to doing things in the plant. Since the reports were that Herb would be back at work in a few weeks, I was going to have to deal with Herb in making changes in the plant. From what I was seeing and hearing, I was anticipating strong resistance to any change.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Life is not all about what you can see!
After all of the commotion of the first week, events settled down to a more routine pattern. I worked on ideas Stanley gave me, and tried to work on some ideas of my own. However, one strange phenomenon started to occur. Whenever Herb(plant manager) would come into my office to talk to me, I would experience great physical pain. My whole body would be racked with pain while he talked to me and then when he left my office, the pain would disappear. The pain was so intense, that I would avoid Herb just to avoid the pain.
A couple of days after my last painful conversation with Herb, I was sitting at my desk when suddenly I heard a loud rumble coming from the plant and I could feel the earth shake beneath my feet. I sat there for a few seconds and then got up from my desk, walked across the lab and out the back door and started toward the plant. Out of nowhere, a pickup truck came tearing around the corner and headed for the exit. Paul was driving and in the passenger seat, sat a motionless, unconscious Herb. Someone was running behind the truck yelling that the boiler had blown up and that Herb had been killed.
It turned out that Herb was not dead, but he was seriously injured and he would spend the next month in the hospital. Paul had driven him into Paducah to the nearest hospital where Herb was treated. Apparently Herb had been working on the boiler when it blew up and a large metal plate had hit Herb and driven him back across the room and pinned him to the wall. Paul’s quick action had saved him father’s life.
What was interesting to me was that when Herb returned to the plant several weeks later, I felt absolutely no pain when I was in his presence. It was if the pain I had felt was a harbinger of the pain Herb was about to experience in and from the boiler explosion!
Now comes the spooky part. I had always had some "unusual" talents and abilities. Somehow I would know things before they happened and it was so natural to me that I thought everyone was like that. Remember, I said that as a child I had reoccurring nightmares in which I was ostracized from society and finally my parents told me that it was because of the government. And 25-30 years later, that is exactly what happened to me. And my belief of special talents isn't a delusion on my part. I had previous bosses(in legitimate jobs) tell me that I had "a sixth sense about things", I had "golden hands" because I could make things work in the lab that other people couldn't, and that I could "read people and see things about them" that other people couldn't see. I always just attributed it to my diverse background and upbringing.
However, throughout my battle with the fascist state and The Crazies, it seemed like I was always handed the truth and answers which thwarted The Crazies stupid schemes. Someone on TV the other day said that there is a fine line between clever and stupid. The Crazies with all their power fail to recognize that. But I digress.
I would have been dead if something hadn't intervened and kept me alive when I was at RAM. Another example of being handed the answers is when I described the bizarre manner in which I found the word "oligarchy" when I was trying to describe this fascist state. And purely by chance I saw the show on why The Crazies steal their victim's underwear. But just as the Bible says, the evil doers will curse God when he reveals the truth and that is what the Crazies did.
Because of all of the stress that The Crazies kept me under, my senses seemed enhanced as with the pain I felt in Herb's presence. And as I would latter find out in my readings. prolonged severe stress will heighten you senses.
And this anti-fascist presence in my life manifested itself to others. When I was about to leave Pennsylvania for Kentucky I visited a female friend to say good-bye. When she greeted me, she blurted out "you won't believe what happened to me last night. I was sleeping and around 3:00 AM something woke me up and I sat up in bed. And there at the foot of my bed was a figure in a purple rob! It walked over to the side of my bed and said to me, 'Don't worry, he will be alright'. And I was awake, I wasn't dreaming!" "Do you believe me?" She asked frantically. I just smiled and said "yes, I'm sure that happened." She continued to describe it in more detail and then finally became calm.
In the next post, I'll get back to my job and the other things that were going on in my life at that time. And from time to time I'll post some of the bizarre happenings that took place.
A couple of days after my last painful conversation with Herb, I was sitting at my desk when suddenly I heard a loud rumble coming from the plant and I could feel the earth shake beneath my feet. I sat there for a few seconds and then got up from my desk, walked across the lab and out the back door and started toward the plant. Out of nowhere, a pickup truck came tearing around the corner and headed for the exit. Paul was driving and in the passenger seat, sat a motionless, unconscious Herb. Someone was running behind the truck yelling that the boiler had blown up and that Herb had been killed.
It turned out that Herb was not dead, but he was seriously injured and he would spend the next month in the hospital. Paul had driven him into Paducah to the nearest hospital where Herb was treated. Apparently Herb had been working on the boiler when it blew up and a large metal plate had hit Herb and driven him back across the room and pinned him to the wall. Paul’s quick action had saved him father’s life.
What was interesting to me was that when Herb returned to the plant several weeks later, I felt absolutely no pain when I was in his presence. It was if the pain I had felt was a harbinger of the pain Herb was about to experience in and from the boiler explosion!
Now comes the spooky part. I had always had some "unusual" talents and abilities. Somehow I would know things before they happened and it was so natural to me that I thought everyone was like that. Remember, I said that as a child I had reoccurring nightmares in which I was ostracized from society and finally my parents told me that it was because of the government. And 25-30 years later, that is exactly what happened to me. And my belief of special talents isn't a delusion on my part. I had previous bosses(in legitimate jobs) tell me that I had "a sixth sense about things", I had "golden hands" because I could make things work in the lab that other people couldn't, and that I could "read people and see things about them" that other people couldn't see. I always just attributed it to my diverse background and upbringing.
However, throughout my battle with the fascist state and The Crazies, it seemed like I was always handed the truth and answers which thwarted The Crazies stupid schemes. Someone on TV the other day said that there is a fine line between clever and stupid. The Crazies with all their power fail to recognize that. But I digress.
I would have been dead if something hadn't intervened and kept me alive when I was at RAM. Another example of being handed the answers is when I described the bizarre manner in which I found the word "oligarchy" when I was trying to describe this fascist state. And purely by chance I saw the show on why The Crazies steal their victim's underwear. But just as the Bible says, the evil doers will curse God when he reveals the truth and that is what the Crazies did.
Because of all of the stress that The Crazies kept me under, my senses seemed enhanced as with the pain I felt in Herb's presence. And as I would latter find out in my readings. prolonged severe stress will heighten you senses.
And this anti-fascist presence in my life manifested itself to others. When I was about to leave Pennsylvania for Kentucky I visited a female friend to say good-bye. When she greeted me, she blurted out "you won't believe what happened to me last night. I was sleeping and around 3:00 AM something woke me up and I sat up in bed. And there at the foot of my bed was a figure in a purple rob! It walked over to the side of my bed and said to me, 'Don't worry, he will be alright'. And I was awake, I wasn't dreaming!" "Do you believe me?" She asked frantically. I just smiled and said "yes, I'm sure that happened." She continued to describe it in more detail and then finally became calm.
In the next post, I'll get back to my job and the other things that were going on in my life at that time. And from time to time I'll post some of the bizarre happenings that took place.
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