9 March 2017 0 Comments

Update for next post …

 

Michael will be writing his next post on a favorite topic … Fairies.

If you ever wanted to know how to attract Fairies either into your yard or into your life, Michael’s next post will give you advice and suggestions regarding the very shy and unassuming Sprites of the Forest. 

Look for next  weeks post for a fun filled exposay on symbols, flowers and offerings to entice our enchanted friends.

For now, enjoy these beautiful images of such lovely Forest Beings!

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3 March 2017 0 Comments

Dreggs of the Netherworld

This topic isn’t one of my more comfortable ones. I think now that the veil is thinning, almost completely gone that I should talk about some formidable foes. Before I start, the one thing to remember, is that our homes are our sanctuaries and that we have dominion on this planet along with so many other beings that are born on Mother Earth with us.

Throughout my journeys there have been a few Spirit Guides and Cryptid that have conveyed messages to me. There was also the Jinn, Antioch who shared information with me and another Dark Entity that I haven’t spoke about before. Today I will share tid bits of forgotten knowledge that ended up in the shadows of forgotten history, the side roads of obscurity.

The word, “Dreggs,” came from Antioch, when he spoke to me from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He defined the Dreggs as dark entities, beings or forms of energy that feed off, harass or enslave humans.

Humans have an interesting fate. We are born completely wiped of any memory of any past life and then as we progress through life, we strive to remember who we were and who we are becoming. The animals in the forests are born and reborn with a connection that is never severed from itself. Many sentient beings live lifetime upon lifetime so much so that we as humans need to live multiple life times to follow the years in their footprints.

Our inability to access important memories quickly from early on becomes our downfall which is why as humans we are constantly striving for a remedial answer to this beleaguering problem. This is our Achilles heel. And it sucks because many of these lost memories are golden, pure history, truth with no fillers, the actual account of what life was, is and will be.

Within the subsisting  vivacity of existence , there seems to be a brooding and hushed darkness that we as humans have forgotten about. Here is some of this forgotten history or as some would prefer to say, the tall tales of yesteryear.  Truth or fiction, you decide.

The Cryptid Tulack was quite the silent type but what little he did open up to me about, was surprising. There are fewer Dogmen now than ever before. Their presence here is constantly being disturbed by a very weird outside source. It’s a predatory Cryptid created by a Grey faction working with our military. I think this creature has the DNA from both Sasquatch and Dogman besides an unknown Alien DNA. I thought it was perhaps Grey DNA but I’m not so sure. Whether this problem is a result of manipulated genetics, I just wonder who and what this creature is loyal to. One has to think, is it loyal to its master or is it a self evolving entity out of control. The dangers in our National Parks will continue to stay hidden as long as programs such as this exist. How can anyone be safe?

Antioch was an odd fellow. I was never comfortable with his communication with me because I knew he despised humans and I just so happen to be a human. I often wondered why he offered up a plethora of info. I didn’t pay much attention which some researchers would find unprofessional in our field but this particular contact unnerved me to my core.

He said in a matter of fact tone, (from the little bit that I remember) to imagine if you can, creatures who feast on humans. They are not Demons but something that crossed over from another Dimension, waiting for the chance opportune time when the veil weakened, barely holding its form. Imagine, a being that can occupy a body and invite others like it to occupy the same body at the same time? They are calculating and cunning way beyond the dark entities that exist here already. Humans are their prime food source and all they have to do is to focus on one person at a time. They basically have a food source for a millennium.

What is interesting is that these beings are the ones coming up in ceremonies, Ouija boards, scary movies and the imagination of story tellers alike. They are taking darkness to a whole new level and the very people that think they can get in on the action will eventually find that they are nothing more than food to these beings. We are not at the top of the food chain and in many ways we are actually a delicacy for many creatures and entities.

Are we slaves on this planet? I was shown a mesh of yellow and gold tubes that are woven around the earth. The tubes glowed and pulsated as if they were all alive. I saw many human souls try to fly out of the mesh, and when it would sense them trying to get away, it would extend itself and send off a vibration that would pull the souls back into itself. There was no escape and I saw that I was trapped just like everybody else.

The Dark Entity that I haven’t spoken about before is a  Shapeshifter. I have stated in other articles that there is a huge difference between a Skinwalker, Shapeshifter and Cryptid. They are all different beings.

The Shapeshifter does the actual ceremony that steals the life force of a targeted individual. The individuals are usually children. From start to finish it usually takes a year to complete the actual ceremony. It is dark and it is sinister. I can’t go into details of what the ceremony entails because I would fear for my own safety if I did so. I witnessed the end part of the ceremony by mistake. I am an Empath and sometimes when I venture off with my dream body, I get caught in dark webs that extend beyond into the ethereal world. The dark shaman I witnessed, maintained his youth and age and was by today’s standards an average guy in his 30’s. In reality he would be hundreds of years old. I believe he is a cousin to the Vampire of old. Depending on which continent such a creature exists, it can take on many forms.

The Kraken was an entity that I was shown a few years ago that was a bad omen. He looked like an old man with a mustache and beard. He had a full head of hair that was long past his shoulders. He had three octopus legs for the lower half of his body.  Having him in our time line means that we fluctuate between the possibilities of dimensions. He reminds me of old man time except for the fact that he is an entity that messes with time lines and changes the course of parallel universes. He does become a heavy weight for Mother Earth and he affects her ability to spin on her axis.

Last but not least is the Giants. I definitely wanted to add them because of Michael’s last post on Giants and my vision of seeing them wake up. There is so much important history that was placed in stasis with them. I fear that with the burials of the Giants being dug up, this history will only be shown to a chosen few. The Dreggs here are those hiding history. The questions is what are they hiding and why?

There are people like us all over the world seeing, remembering and starting to wake up. We would be a nefarious foe for the Dreggs and just imagine the changes we can make together so that we can live on Mother Earth as we were intended.

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24 February 2017 1 Comment

Dots Connected – Sometimes it Happens

During our last stay in Utah we had an adventure where we went to Spanish Fork canyon and around an area called Mill Creek where we found some really cool fossils. Most of them were plant material, but a few snails and bug types. We climbed into the hills and spent several hours doing our thing. It was a good time. But little did we know this was the beginning of an interesting and even profound mystery.

After that, we decided to revisit ( drive through) the same area, since it was a beautiful canyon with a lot of cool features. , only thing this time as we drove further into the canyon, Rainbow said it’s not feeling right, let’s turn around and go back. Didn’t give it much of a second thought, because since Rainbow is an Empath she keeps us out of trouble and we drove back to home.

About 2 or 3 days later Rainbow has a dream about Red haired giants, most of them over 12 foot tall and some were 20 ft. tall.  Some of the women had long golden braided hair and some of the men had red beards. They were all strong and fit warrior types like giant Vikings. They had beautiful gold and silver armor on them. At the beginning of the dream they were in a stasis condition in the ground (sleeping beauty). Then they started waking up and coming back to full consciousness. They all knew each other and seemed to be happy and congratulating each other.  This time-frame was very important to them signifying an event that is was going to happen very soon. Rainbow felt it had to do with Niberu and the awakening time sequence was 2015 to 2017.

So at the time it was just an interesting dream and Rainbow had no idea why she dreamed it, she had not been thinking about Vikings, giants or the like. So we moved on, and six months later moved to Oregon. So fast forward another four months and Rainbow is surfing her computer and an interesting video jumps out at her about Giants in Utah. The person on the video tells a story about Red hair giants being found in various caves around Manti UT and to the south toward Knapp Utah. They were very tall humanoids with the Red hair and beards etc. Crystals were found in some of the sarcophagus’, gold, silver and jewels were also present and armor was hanging on the walls -like Rainbow saw. So the dots are starting to connect.

So I emailed the gentleman who was on the video named Robert and told him about Rainbow’s dream and low and behold Robert said the area we were rock and fossil hunting was just above an area of caverns (Mill Creek) where some of these Giants were found. So its sounds like maybe the powerful energy of the Giants may have activated Rainbow’s dream center and now the Dots are connected.

Sleep tight — Giants are Real as are many other things we think of as folklore.

MWiz.

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20 February 2017 0 Comments

Paranormal Underground Magazine

Just a quick note to all of you paranormal fans. Check out, Paranormal Underground magazine. My article, “The Collective Reality with Night Terrors and Scary Movies,” is in the February, 2017 issue as the guest editorial piece.

You will get the best in articles, information and insight besides finding out where the action is happening outside your neck of the woods.

Paranormal Underground is a digital magazine but they also print out hard-copies. So check out their website at:

http://www.paranormalunderground.net

I highly recommend subscribing to this fabulous magazine!

Thanks,

Rainbow

 

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16 February 2017 0 Comments

See you next week …

This weeks post will be postponed until next week. It was a busy week for Micheal but be sure to tune in next week for another interesting post!

Thanks,

Michael and Rainbow

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10 February 2017 0 Comments

The Unexpected Encounter

To be honest with you all, I haven’t really given Energy Vampires much thought. Maybe I’ve met a few in my lifetime and I always thought they were a bit amusing. That doesn’t mean I didn’t take the matter itself seriously, I just found the people who claimed they were such creatures … weird.

I know that Reptilians are the superlative experts in this field along with some other Alien types but I always felt that people who wanted to be a part of these groups, psychotic wannabes. The very fact they desire human vivaciousness or blood makes me wonder how their physiology and mindset work.

This particular topic is quite the surprise even to me only because before this encounter, it was totally out of my hemisphere. Sometimes the path we travel … has other plans. As my fiancée and I were to find out, on this particular adventure, we unknowingly encountered a self proclaimed “former” Energy vampire.

This particular man, who claimed to be a former energy vampire, stated he preyed upon women. Yet still, oddly he relished in revealing this bit of information to us and what was even stranger was the fact that he proclaimed he no longer did this dastardly deed and professed with even more vigor that he now through reparation, shows women how to protect themselves from someone like himself.

As he was talking to us or should I say me, I noticed that what he was really trying to sell was his grandiose abilities by letting me know that I was open and unprotected. Notice how my fiancée was left out of this scenario. I kind had this weird sense of penis envy right then and there because I knew this man preferred women or should I say vaginas. He was mentally reading me in his slightly perverted way and I almost literally felt hands on my breasts. 

Interestingly enough, I did feel a strong pressure on my chest where my pendant was hanging. My gut told me to wear it that morning for some unknown reason and as he was talking to me, I knew my instincts were right on the money. He couldn’t get past the necklace and my fiancée moved in closer to me because he suspected something wasn’t right.

I interrupted him and told him he was off, way off because I was protected. He knew that I was blocking him and my fiancee was getting pretty tired of his antics. I looked into his eyes and notice that his pupils were really small. I found this really odd. At that very moment I got the creeps and I could tell that my fiancée was uncomfortable. I mean, right in front of my fiancée, this guy was making a play for me.

Needless to say and in a hurry, we said our goodbyes.

So what do you do when someone tries to take your energy, making no excuses for what they are doing? You look them straight in the eye and with your mind; make it very clear you know exactly what they are doing. Once they know you know, they usually back off.

He commented that in the past he fed off his partners which made us wonder what happened to those poor women. What are the effects of living with a man like him? I think they probably lost their vigor, zest for life and became lethargic. Depression through isolation probably was a mainstay for those women. They probably aged as he thrived.

We did notice he was odd in a non-descript way. That should have been our first warning. Secondly, when he talked, his words were contrived, almost as if he was speaking from a script. I could tell that he used this particular spiel on a lot of women. Thirdly, we didn’t know him at all, basically just strangers off the street and he was speaking to us from a self proclaimed Sage’s point of view or I should really say he was speaking down to me and more as an equal to my fiancée.

I know one thing for sure, that particular day he went hungry.

 

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3 February 2017 0 Comments

Our Friend man of Wisdom – and Space Craft operator

Our Space Craft Operator Friend is the quite famous and controversial man named Clark McClellan. Clark was the Mission control flight director for many of the NASA shuttle missions back in the 80’s and 90’s. Clark later in his career became a whistle blower on many of the policies  NASA was withholding or not telling the truth about. Of course he lost his job and lost his pension and is now living only on Social Security. His health has deteriorated from a long fight with diabetes resulting in the lower part of one leg being removed. On the same day lost his beloved angel, his fiancee to cancer. He is an unhappy place, lonely and in poverty, not the way a hero should be. But as we have seen over the years whistle-blowers face being ostracized by society, with only the cosmos to thank them for their efforts.

Rainbow and I spoke with Clark last weekend he was in a depressed state but still had his fighting spirit. We talked about many things, but I would like to talk about Clark’s feeling about the reality of our spiritual realm. Clark is a spiritual person and not a religious one, in fact he has very little good to say about organized religion. Clark has coined a word called Celestialism, which I believe is the concept of the straight pure Universal Energy that created all and continues to guide ALL that it created on its free course through the eons of time. This is a simple yet powerful concept that the Cosmos created itself and continues to create with no end in sight.

And may I add beyond Clark’s concept, that this Celestialism has imprinted in all the entities in the Universe the ability to also create through intention, through the Quantum physics, so we are all powerful beings , we have just all forgotten how.

Sleep tight, Have faith in yourself, not in an organization that controls you with their faith.

MWiz

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27 January 2017 0 Comments

Reality vs Frightful Shadows Part 2- Phobias

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Throughout childhood really weird phobias crept out of nowhere and I found myself in some cases manipulated by odd fears. To this day, I hate cars or vehicles of any sort coming up behind me. It unhinges me to no end. If I hear cars coming I either run or hide in bushes. There’s a really interesting comfort in knowing I can’t be seen. As a child, I would outrun cars walking home or find hiding places along the way home. I actually had hiding places down in my head that I could run to at a moment’s notice along the way to and from school. To this day as an adult, I have to keep myself from jumping into bushes. I’m sure Michael wouldn’t appreciate trying to coax me out of our neighbor’s bushes so I do my best to control this strange habit.

I can’t sleep with a top sheet. I don’t like the feel of it and I don’t like my feet being confined  by the weight of the top sheet and the bedspread. I have memories of being on a table and having a thick, sticky, mucus like substance draped over me. It would get really tight and I wouldn’t be able to move. My arms and legs would be held so tight that I remember screaming with no sound coming out of me.

I could turn my head side to side and look around but I couldn’t get free and the more I struggled, the tighter it would become. It would feel like hours would pass with no one coming around. In some ways that was just as bad as what the Greys were doing to me. That was probably the worst torture of all and I believe to this day that the Greys and anyone else who does this, knows it. It’s part of the mind-screw that they implement starting at young ages. To this day if I find sheets on me, I panic.

Add to the above, the uncomfortable and stressful feelings I get being in an elevator or in a car on a highway that is slowed by traffic. When I was in Paris, France years ago, I was staying at a hotel that had a small and round elevator. It was big enough just for two people. I went up it the first time and by the time we hit the floor our room was on, I was a total mess. I couldn’t breathe, I had sweat coming off my forehead and the palms of my hands were sweaty and hot. When I got to my room, I looked in the mirror and was flushed from head to toe. I looked like I had been in the sun and was a cooked lobster. It took a few hours for me to get back to normal. I walked up and down the stairs after that.

Just recently Michael and I went to go get family from the airport and the roads were full of black ice. Traffic came to a standstill, three or four times and I found myself panicking, not being able to breathe. My palms were sweaty and I was stressed beyond my limits so much so that I  almost jumped out of the car. This particular phobia, I don’t understand unless I was taken away against my will multiple times in vehicles and I associate traffic and being confined in a car to this fear.

Like most abductees, I can’t sleep with the lights off. The darkness is too vast and so much can happen in the blackness of the room. Corners in a room become hiding places for uninvited creatures and closets become doorways into the unknown. I can feel spirits looking down at me, sucking my breath away or standing by my bed staring down at me. I have been touched and shaken even with the lights on but for me, the advantage is that I can see my surroundings. The days of sleeping in a dark room were over years ago.

I grew up in an average household with two older sisters. We were middle class America with hopes and dreams just like everybody else. Maybe that was a part of this phenomenon, the more American pie people are, the better they are for target practice and to experiment on.

How does the paranormal fit into all of this? Well, for some reason abductees attract the paranormal to them and I am assuming because we carry with us a very distinct energy or frequency that becomes altered through the abductions, it stays with us throughout our lives.

Sometimes the shadows will divulge what type of  intelligence is lurking in the corner. It doesn’t matter if it’s Alien, human or spirit, I don’t like uninvited guests especially when I’m at my most vulnerable. For Empaths like myself, we don’t like surprises so turning on the light seems to be whole heck of a lot easier than waiting for the darkness to emerge.

As Michael says, sleep tight but for those of you like me, keep the lights on.

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20 January 2017 0 Comments

Images of Contacts/Dark and Light

Here are some drawings I have done of entities and Beings that were either helpful or harmful. I think it’s important as an Empath to show everyone what I see. I draw from my inner mind (view) of what they look like to me or how they show themselves to me. Let Michael and I know what you think. ALL DRAWINGS ARE COPYRIGHTED 2017. If you want to use my drawings, please let me know and ask me.

  1. Raitheeyon: A Reptilian who can be either male or female depending on the circumstances. The interaction with this Alien made me feel like I was breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was so sick mentally, physically and spiritually the last 3 months of being in Utah that I felt like I wouldn’t make it out.

Raytheon

 

2. Dugway Sprites: While Michael and I were in Utah these Entities contacted me during a drive through Skull Valley close to Dugway Proving Grounds. They told me that if we went back and drove toward the Skull Valley area and the mountains around the Base that they would show themselves as energy and light anomalies. They were a beautiful experience!

Dugway Sprites

 

3.Antioch: Is a Jinn. He came about with when Michael and I went to Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He is one of the Beings that stands by a Portal on the property. He represents the darkness or the part of ancient history that follows the beginnings of history. He was demanding and a problem for awhile until I shut him out and made it clear no more contact.

Antioch

 

4. Amadeus: Is the opposite of Antioch. He/she is a Hermaphrodite who stands by the other side of the Portal on Skinwalker Ranch. She is an earth bound Angel that adjusts for dark energy that goes through the Portal. He/She is the balance, the opposition to Antioch’s darkness. Amadeus is the illuminating source of the higher frequency of Ethereal Bliss, Euphoria and Love.

Amadeus 2

 

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13 January 2017 0 Comments

Reality VS the Frightful Shadows

 

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The paranormal can be many things for a variety of reasons. For the most part within our reality here on this planet, there are the unseen, unknowable aspects of the darkness and only what seems to be like a handful of books to address any problems lurking within the shadows. Syfy has taken liberties with imaginative monsters and dark gabled windows that reflect back more than the naked eye can see. What happens when the darkness is real, the experiences are terrifying and the impulse is to run with nowhere to hide? It’s become a rudimentary and convoluted topsy turvy problem; the reality for some reason seems to be less terrifying to fanatical listeners and distantly obsessed observers because Horror and Syfy shows have taken everything to the extreme, the impossible, and the unthinkable. People who experience the darkness these days have to prove its existence to the naysayers, when years ago, on word of mouth only and a preacher’s visit, the said acknowledgment was enough.

With this being said, to an, “In the moment Experiencer,” there is no movie comparable to living and breathing the reality of shadows and mysterious creatures. The reality of the unexplained is not only a lonely endeavor but for most people, they instinctively loath the idea and without a doubt, resolutely avoid its path. Those few brave souls like Michael and myself who do venture forward towards the unknown, become acquainted with the shadows and the shadows forever follow us. This doesn’t mean that light doesn’t peek through the shadowy silhouettes; it means that once acquainted with the unknown, one becomes altered by its association.

Here are a few experiences I have had that I can’t explain. I’ve tried to figure out scenarios that fit perfectly like puzzle pieces even though these sequences are just as fantastical as the experience. Maybe this is the first clue, what seems to be complete fantasy probably is closer to the truth and reality than what we can ever know. Aliens, Shadow People, Men in Black, Black Ops and Cryptids welcome the occasional traveler through their domains or so we think. Maybe in some cases, it’s a bit more sinister.

I don’t want to put human thought into the minds of certain beings, Aliens, Cryptids or whoever lurks in the corners. But I must say, my human mind wants clarification and tutoring into the protocols of each group. How do we understand what exists alongside us that is ultimately as foreign to us as the distant star? Those dark and mysterious reclusive souls who stay within the shadows eventually come out and show themselves in the most unusual and convoluted ways. It comes down to seeing beyond our expected reality, our eyesight’s normal range so that we can see the depth of the exceptional unknown. The question is, how do we get past our minds roadblocks?

Locations can trigger memories as far back as our earliest childhood. Blocks and unconscious association to places and people can be the hardest of all to understand. Los Alamos, New Mexico is one of those places for me. As a child along with my older sister Holly, we realized that something was off, almost  peculiar regarding the town itself. And I say town because it wasn’t very big in the 70s. We would go to visit my uncle and aunt and each visit was always accompanied by dread not only by me but my sister as well. Back then as a kid, I felt I was going to the Twilight Zone. It reminded me of a town hiding secrets and the people seemed to be strange not only in appearance but in some other odd manner that even to this day, I can’t put my finger on. My uncle worked for Los Alamos Labs but we never knew what he did, he took its secret to his grave.

Funny thing is, that I had been there a few times as an adult but I blocked out the way from both directions, a back way through  the Jemez Mountains and the other off of  I-25. With the knowledge of my childhood apprehension regarding Los Alamos, Michael and I decided to take a trip the back way into Los Alamos to see why I felt the way I did. It was lovely, the Jemez Pueblo was surrounded by red rocks and the Caldera further down the road, was magnificent in size. How on earth could I have forgotten such a beautiful place? As we went along the winding road getting closer to Los Alamos, my breathing became heavier and I started to get sweaty palms. We past an area of high grass along the highway that ventured out into pine trees. A flash of memory came back to me but I wasn’t sure at first what it was. A few days later, it hit me like a ton of bricks, a full blown memory that to this day, I can’t believe I had forgotten.

I was around 6 or 7 years old and I remember a group of men in military uniforms. Some in brown and others in blue except for … the Grey Aliens. They were testing me along with a selected group of children. We were all supposed to levitate over an area the size of a football field. They had us running along a large valley of tall grass surrounded by pine trees. I was scared and knew that I wouldn’t be able to levitate as they requested. My mind was literally mush so nothing could get through. I literally felt like a scared rabbit.  I knew that the repercussions for not doing what they asked me to do was going to be a severe punishment but I didn’t care. I knew that if I ran a little behind the other kids that there might be a chance that I could escape. I didn’t see the soldiers that surrounded us when I made a run for it and I was immediately picked up scampering in another direction. The memory stops here.

Another memory came weeks later, I was back in the same area with the other children. The Greys were levitating over us and wanted us to follow them. They had instructions for us. It was a total mind manipulation, a third eye mind meld. I remember I physically saw through another way, I think my pineal gland and I felt tingly all over as if I was half in my body and half out. I levitated a little and would fall … constantly. I’m sure I was bruised. The other kids did the same but they didn’t seem to care if we were getting hurt, they just wanted us to keep up the levitation to a point to where we could float and move from one end of the field to the other. I remember I was levitating up to about 10 feet and I was looking down at the ground below me. It was such an exhilarating feeling of not only accomplishing what they wanted but entering another place in my mind. Some voice in my head told me that I was doing a good job. As a child, I liked pleasing this group of Aliens. Good things happened when I was able to do as they asked, but the consequences I use to suffer for my failures is still blocked. In a way, I’m glad I can’t remember.

The final memory which I believe involves my childhood handler is foggier than the other memories. I was holding a man’s hand who was very familiar to me. I looked up to him more as a father figure than anything. We were standing by a 4 door sedan. I knew it was my handler’s car. There were 4 men directly in front of us in military uniforms besides other vehicles that were military. One person in particular was a high ranking officer, I believe he was a Major. He was yelling at my handler, telling him he was inappropriate with me and getting in the way of my progress. I held my handler’s hand tightly because I didn’t want him to go away. At that very moment, I had a sinking feeling that things were going to change and never be the same. I knew they were going to make me leave in another car with some stranger who I didn’t know and who would be assigned as my new handler. Something happened though it’s foggy, someone took my arm as my handler pulled me closer to him and tried to fight off whoever was trying to take me away. The memory just fades away after that. I can’t remember what happened.

If I try to explain these memories, I can’t. They are as detailed as if they happened yesterday. How do I explain or prove them? This is hard to do.

Stay tune for part 2.

 

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