-Caveat Lector- Listers: Three summers ago, just after the 4th of July, I wound up in a CIA dousing of chemicals which were hallucinogens. Bad ones. This probably was a heavy dosing of LSD or something similar -- I have even considered BZ because I was so zoned out for so long -- weeks. Then I was in my mid-40s, I wasn't taking drugs at all. I was a professional with a successful career, 9 to 5er. Out of a large backlog of memories at this time, stands out one amazing drugged evening -- about July 8th. Which was heightened probably by (and I do believe it even today) satellite feeds as I was accessed by probably some doufus intelligence agency or the military. I witnessed amazing scenes during a 5 day driving trip I took throughout the northeast. The last night, as I was heading back home from the Ohio area, I wound up outside the Philly area at midnight, about 50 miles out on a strange small stretch of backwoods highway as I looked for the turnpike. I ran out of gas. It was midnight. As I pulled off pretty much alone, there were NO street lights out there -- the road was empty at first and it was cold, forests around the highway, no exits in sight. I waited, waited, waited -- as the traffic began to increase. And huge semis seemed to come out of nowhere. My car shook badly as they sped 90 MPH past me. Nobody stopped. Time dragged on. I got thirsty. I waited. By 2 AM I fell asleep. I awoke at 3:30 AM, frightened as the semis kept blasting past me. I felt in danger. In the pitch blackness of the night, no moon even, I got out of the car, began waving my hands at the traffic which was weird as heck to be out there then. They honked, but nobody stopped. I walked. For 1/2 mile -- I walked -- getting more and more scared all the time. Suddenly I began singing The Stones' "Emotion Rescue." Drums and all, I just began singing it to beat the band. And I called outloud the name of an old boyfriend of mine -- from way back -- his name, kinda pissed, I said you'd better get help. Low and behold. Whoa. A system suddenly appeared to rally around me. I have never seen anything like it to this day. Amazing grace. Unreal. The TWLIGHT ZONE UNFOLDED. VOILA. Unbelieveable. WAY out on that stretch of the wrong side of the track. MAN these people have ears. Within 1-2 minutes this tow truck swept into me, this affiable blonde tall bony guy driving it, picked me up with smiles. The guy spoke this weird language. Part English, part something else (twlight zone-paramilitary talk). This language is not a joke. I heard it spoken with the paramilitary guys I got to know in 1993 -- 1994, I heard it spoken with these strange reptile guys who rented an apt near me, I heard it spoken on rare occasion on the streets of NYC -- NO this language really does exist -- strange new stuff possibly from the underground. Well-- this was one of em. He asked me some of this language's questions -- I had no idea, I shook my head and smiled at him. He took me to the next exit, where there was this sterile, removed tollbooth with a strange looking w hostile guy in it. THe tow truck dropped me off a ways away -- from this guy. I told him I needed a lift to a filling station. I noticed this perfect RED "MOTEL" sign flashing in the distance. I waited in the tollbooth bathroom area for the next lift. Another truck arrived 30 min later, we went back to car. The guy gave me gas. Again he didn't really speak English -- he was short, dark skinned, quiet guy. Charged me twice -- got his tip. But nice guy. The next thing, I was at this same exit, looking for a station. Sure enough, the THIRD underground helper arrived. OUt s of the blue, it was nearly sunrise, mind you -- this ONE dark-skinned small guy was sitting on a stool at this one filling station, waiting for me, as I drove up -- 4:30 AM -- keep in mind. The scene was amazing again. The town was empty, totally black except for this one dude sitting on the stool, under a lamp by the gas tank. Just like Twilight Zone stuff. Just like ALL of these men -- and every step was perfectly timed....whoa. These guys were turning up out of the blue, perfectly placed, ready to serve. Amazing pull this ole boyfriend of mine had -- I will say. Just amazing. I was impressed. I got my gas. Thanked him profusely -- and I noticed his English wasn't that good either. What I DID notice about all three of these helper men, was that they really did have similar qualities which I began to attribute to those living in the underground. All of them had problem HANDS. And I saw that parts of their hands were harmed -- they had lost parts of the bones or something. Same thing was true for this ole boyfriend of mine. He too had seemed to loose parts of his hands... My conclusion is two fold -- the people in the underground apparently do hear telepathy feeds and they can help. They also DO use an underground language. They probably ARE dealing with ergot poisonings (loss of limbs) -- fueled by CIA/FBI drug dousings and poisonings -- this stuff is SO LETHAL....and can be effected with VERY very small doses. A small suitcase of LSD dumped into a city's water supply will drug the entire millions of people.....a few grains of LSD can do this to a human over time...the stuff is lethal stuff... BUT -- my lesson about the gas -- is interesting -- and the system I saw go into place around this scene was something I will never forget. Cause, boy did it seem organized....it is not the only thing I have seen these people do from the underground, but it may be a notion others may find beneficial... Judith DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion and informational exchange list. Proselyzting propagandic screeds are not allowed. Substance�not soapboxing! 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