I thought I would post this for the benefit of the readers and also to target these $#*%birds in chat. I’m going to be as detailed as possible. I haven’t slept yet, as I am still unnerved from the whole incident, so if my writing is not quite up to par, you’ll know why.
Around 9 pm, the electricity for this side of town went out mysteriously. Since the fire happened the morning after such a blackout, I thought the situation was suspicious, and was preparing for another major attack of some sort.
The electricity came back on fifteen minutes later without any other problems, I soon forgot about my suspicions, and I spent the rest of the evening writing notes.
Sometimes, I like to go for a walk around a lake nearby where I live. The lake is 1/2 mile in diameter, and has swans that the former queen of England gave to the city as a gift for letting British troops train here during World War II.
I couldn’t sleep, and I was thinking about the wheels so often seen in chat and the Gobi goons, so I went for a walk around the lake. I passed by two cop cars at a four way stop, waving to them as I passed. When I got to the lake, I stopped and sat down at a metal table by the water and watched the sky. It was a perfectly clear night for miles around, about 2 am, people were driving home from the bars after last call, and the moon was just over the trees on the eastern horizon. I was thinking how nice it would be to see a sylph that night, as I had recently gifted the rest of the towers near downtown.
I was caught up in my thoughts for a long while, when something prompted me to look up at the sky. A huge cloud front was moving in from the west, and at the start of it was a huge sylph-like head. I thought it was unusual, and I immediately got the sensation that the sylph was trying to warn me of something. One thing I am good at as an energy sensitive is interpreting signs and gathering information through intuition. I started looking around me for anything unusual. I didn’t notice anything at first, but a truck playing loud obnoxious music pulled up and parked on the street directly behind me, so I got up and continued walking around the lake.
I got about halfway around the lake and sat down at another table and started thanking the operators for protecting me lately, and for making sure my brother didn’t get put in juvie or jail.
Then, I noticed that the same car had been driving around the lake several times. It had passed me by at least twice, slowing down a little as it neared me. My eyes are bad, and I’m not good with cars, but it was the same silver car that kept driving by; same model, make, and everything. I sat and watched the car go around the lake. It went around five more times before it turned off to the right somewhere.
I sighed with relief. Why would the agency goons be following me this late at night? It just didn’t make sense, and it was probably just someone bored and listening to music while on a late night joyride.
So I went back to my thoughts, but something was still wrong. I kept watching the road around the lake.
A car turned back onto the road and came my way, as did a few others. When the first car neared me, I saw that once again it was the same car. It pulled the same maneuver it had been doing, circling the lake several times. I stood and walked nearer to the curb, giving the car an angry look as it drove by. Then, he pulled off to the right down a street directly behind me.
I saw him appear a few blocks down, taking a left back onto the lake road, and he circled the lake a few more times. He did this maneuver several times over a twenty minute period. He was trying to time it so that it seemed like it was a different car coming unto the road every time, and then turning off, but I could tell it was the same one.
I walked across the road to the sidewalk, giving him one more angry look from the other side as he passed by once more.
Finally, the guy got the idea that maybe I was onto him, and he pulled over to the side of the road about 400 feet ahead of where I was, cutting his lights. I walked for a short ways down the sidewalk towards the car, but then stopped. Maybe the guy would try to shoot me if I got too near. I wasn’t going to risk it. At least where I was, I was on the same side of the street as several large houses and apartment buildings. Someone might be awake to witness it if he tried anything.
I had a combination laser pointer and flashlight in my pocket and the thought occurred that if he got too close to me and tried to pull a gun or anything I could try to blind him with the light or the laser, but then reconsidered it as a stupid idea, which it was.
I walked back across to the street to a habitat protection fence by the water and waited for about fifteen minutes. The car didn’t move.
I decided to go ahead and try to walk home – about an hour had passed altogether. I walked along the water until I came to the previous table that I had sat at. Meanwhile, the silver car that had been parked ahead of me had snuck up behind me and passed me, slowing down once more as it got near. It made a short loop around the lake, and parked adjacent to the street I normally take to get back to my house, about another 400 feet ahead of me, once again cutting its lights.
He was obviously screwing with me now, as he knew I had blown his cover. After all, it is a might bit harder to sneak up on an energy sensitive than it is your average PJ [Image Can Not Be Found].
I laughed to myself. If he was going to screw with me, I was going to screw with him. Instead of taking a detour back to my house, I walked straight down the sidewalk towards the car. When I got near the corner where he was parked, I pulled out my laser pointer, and flashed a quick one right through the front windshield on the driver side – right into his face. I hesitated for a second – still no movement from the car – and turned down the street to go back to my house.
On that same corner is a high brick wall that belonged to a lake-side mansion. I stopped in between an oak tree and across from the brick wall, so that he couldn’t see me. I waited for five minutes. He didn’t come around the corner, but in front of me an older red car backed up from a street up ahead, drove backwards down the street I was on, and pulled forward into a driveway directly in front of me. The car looked familiar – it was one of the other cars I had seen around the lake earlier, and I half suspected that someone would jump out and grab me. Instead, the car pulled back into the street and turned down the same street it had backed out of, heading now in the opposite direction.
I continued walking, but when I had only made a few steps, the silver car finally turned the corner and sped away to the four way stop up ahead, pausing for several seconds at the stop sign – much longer than usual, for there were no other cars there, and turned right.
I crossed the same street the red car had pulled out of and after a short ways further, the same red car came back around and crossed the street behind me going towards a Catholic Church parking lot, and also towards where the silver car had gone.
Next, I heard a very unusual sound. It sounded like the red car was spinning out and doing donuts in the church parking lot. It did about twenty donuts worth, then stopped.
I kept walking, not being that easily intimidated. I actually thought it was all pretty funny at the time.
When I neared the four way stop, the silver car pulled up, stopped, and slowly crossed the road in front of me. I saw the guy’s face very clearly. He looked a little like Hank Paulson, with glasses and a very rough five o’clock shadow, and he was giving me an annoyed look. I laughed out loud at his frustration, and obviously pissed him off some more.
He crossed the intersection, and I hurriedly made my way across the street. I was going to pull one more trick on him and give him the slip. Where I live there are lots of hidden driveways and dark alleys. Only a quarter of a block down the street the car had gone down was an alley. I could see the guy turning right up ahead – he was going to take another right and try to cut me off at the next street, and maybe he would do something more violent then. But he either didn’t know or forgot about the alley. So after he turned right, I sprinted down the alley and hid in the darkness between a fence and some overhanging trees. I saw him cross the street ahead of me down the alley, and when he got to the main street, and I wasn’t there, he angrily skidded to a stop, revved the engine a few times, and sped off down the opposite way from where I was.
I zigzagged back to my house through various alleys and side-streets, in case the red car tried to find me or the guy in the silver car still hadn’t had enough of my antics, and went through the back door of my house.
The back part of the house and the intersecting alleys are pitch black at night, so no one could have seen me come or go. They must have been monitoring me through electronic surveillance, and an idea dawned on me later that they had probably seen me through one of the satellite up-link lamp posts they have in every city and town in the US. You know those street lights that are always blinking on and off? Those are satellite monitoring stations. They can zoom in on those locations anytime they want and see what is going on or who is nearby. My dad’s friend who fixes gas lines in Pensacola told me that about a year ago.
I still can’t believe this happened to me. I mean, you hear people telling stories about these things, but you never really believe it until you experience it yourself. This was just obnoxiously obvious surveillance and and an attempted scare tactic that failed miserably. Still, it was pretty exciting. I felt like I was in a movie, and I’m sure some people would pay to have such crazy experiences.
However, I am going to give a warning to you agency goons:
I’m in this orgonite movement for good, and for life, but from now on, I’m not leaving my house without a camera. If you ever tail me like that again, I will not hesitate to take pictures of your face, your car, and your tag number and post it on the internet for everyone to see. For those of you agents who have half a brain cell, such exposure is a career ruiner for a spook and for most agents. My uncle was a spook for over a decade – I know how this $#*% works! I’m encouraging everyone who reads this to do the same. If the agents are going to pester us, we can pester them right back and expose them out of their parasitic careers. Take one wall out the citadel, and the rest collapses.
Many boosts,
-Clay
