Yeah, I think you gotta be vigilant. You can't space out like that. The phrase
"the lights are on but nobody's home" may become an advertisement. Like, "Keep yourself secure against the new breed of brain usurpers....
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Actually I had a really
bad thing happen to me.
Not a dream like yours Zinj. But I had contemplated
doing a bunk back in 1982 as I was having severe cardiac problems all the time. I'd screwed myself up with the niacin on the purif and poisoned my bloodstream with too much A and E.
I lay in my big waterbed looking up at the ceiling. I remember it was 3:45 a.m. and I'd just gotten off work. I was depressed and my heart was beating irregular. I said "screw it" I'm out of here.
WHAM! Kerplunk! Right onto the sides of my temples!!! I got a a
smack that has been giving me a
hurt ever since. I felt something latch onto either side of my head just above the ears. Like someone has taken a pair of old fashion ice prongs and reached down upon me clamping my head..
Fits the description of targs.
Who's in charge?.... know those German kuckoo clocks, where Hansel comes out one door while Gretel goes in the other exchanging places via a revolving platform. Like that. I have had this temple somatic ever since. Processing on it does not work. I've mostly suppressed it out of my perception. I tried running advanced level techniques.
No answer. A somatic but..
no read. sf, sf, tick. Hiding. I feel instictrively these are attached to somewhere outside this universe. But I'm still
ME only crankier now.
I was just so shocked that the reaction to my thoughts could happen so fast. I was not really going to do a bunk. Just flirting with the idea of whether or not I
could slide out and...Someone must've been already right there ready . OUCH....OUCH!!!