From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: INVASION!!!
Date: Thu, 03 Sep 92 09:00:04 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Summary: Some more on the kinds of wierd things that happened to me...
Keywords: aliens,invasion,stollman


In another of the hospitalizations, this one in the Tallahassee
Psychiatric Hospital, I discovered something about the power of the forces
against us and it's nature.  I was coming out of the Day Room, just a few
yards down the hall from anywhere else in a long corridor that makes up
one of the wards of this hospital built after the original one which was
it's predecessor, when two kids came running around the corner, a girl and
a guy about 16 or so.  They ran into the bathroom and I never saw them
again.  When I saw that they hadn't come out of the bathroom after a few
seconds, I ran over to it.  The frame of the doorway was pulsing with
energy, a sort of throbbing sound, and there was only a tub and a toilet
in the room.  As other experiences, the two kids had VANISHED INTO THIN
AIR!!  This elderly black guy came over to the doorway and put his hands
on the frame, searching with his fingers, as if trying to see how the damn
thing worked.  This particular black guy had previously been involved in
quite a unusual occurence.  He went into his room wearing only a hospital
gown, then came out a few minutes later wearing a fancy suit with a fancy
pen in his upper pocket.  One of the girls ("nurses") at the desk said,
"Why here comes Jack Frampton, that FAMOUS movie star!!"  Then she turned
to the other nurse and said, "The Army was here before, and Mr. Frampton
(can't remember the exact name she used, too long ago) was signing
autographs for the Captain."  About an hour before this, a guy with an
Army uniform on wearing sidearms had come into the unit, and this same
transformation had taken place.  The "nurses" had introduced the "Captain"
to this "famous movie star" and he told him how MUCH he enjoyed his
"movies," and asked for his autograph.  Now, the way you interpret this is
the way to interpret ALL of what I have been through!  That is, SOMEONE is
trying to convince SOMETHING alien to this planet and our notions of
things that this is what is real to us, when it is actually bogus.  This
"ploy" has cropped up time and time again in the hospitals I have been
forced into, along with the knowledge that the people working there were
able to read my mind directly.  I know because I would think things which
would cause responses directly in line with this belief.  I knew that
these "things" (clones, whatever) had NO concept of time as we know it. 
They also obviously had no knowledge of our other concepts, and it was
apparent that SOMEONE with the power and ability to deceive them was
trying VERY hard to do so!  I assumed this was because they knew that
these "beings" could destroy our existence quite easily, so the extreme
attempt to confuse them as to the REAL movie stars, Army, time, etc.  This
has cropped up time and time again in my experiences inside these places,
and I feel the person who spoke about how the ENTIRE U.S. medical
profession had been taken over by clones in 1977 may NOT have been wrong! 
This would definitely explain how I was confined so easily and my records
forged so extensively.

I had a friend on Plato, who I confided these things to, who listened to
what was going on, then told me to hang tight, and that he would get back
to me.  About two weeks later, after having not heard a peep from him for
all that time, he did a term-talk to me late one night while I was on the
computer.  He was frantic and told me to get off of Plato, and computers,
said how "those bastards" didn't trust anyone on computers.  I found this
to be quite a disturbing thing to tell me, so I asked him what the hell he
was talking about.  He told me his dad worked for the CIA, and that he had
gotten my file after trying unsucessfully for some time.  He told me that
the file was a mile long, and although he didn't specify what exactly was
contained in it, he made it clear to me in no uncertain terms that if I
didn't do EXACTLY what he was urging me to do, that I would be driven
insane.  He cursed at them many times and told me they wouldn't allow his
dad to "farm out."  I had NO reason to doubt this person, as I had played
games on Plato with him many times, and he was always a gentleman and a
nice guy.  The WAY he appeared suddenly out of the blue and told me these
things indicated to me that he was being honest with me.  Also, several
days later, someone from the same site contacted me, and DEMANDED to know
if I knew this person in a fit of obvious unprovoked rage.  I asked him
what the hell he was talking about and he immediately broke the
connection.  After explaining the situation to some of this person's
friends at the site gradually over a period of time, they finally admitted
to me that his dad DID in fact work for the CIA.  When I sent him a note
abuot how I was gonna sue the CIA for everything they had, he immediately
called me up, and tried to talk me into leaving Tallahassee forever.  I
was pretty ignorant at the time and have been pretty much during most of
this, and so I told him I would see him in court and hung up the
connection.  He desperately tried to Term-Talk me again, but I wouldn't
answer his calls, believing that he was holding back information vital to
my well-being at the time.

The other thing that happened to absolutely convince me how large this
thing was, was when I asked someone on Plato at FSU for help, having
gotten scared over what my friend had told me.  They referred me to
someone at a small church in town there, who told me he would help me if
he could.  However, when I called him up and asked him to drive over to my
apartment to explain the situation to him, some pretty wierd shit stuff
happened.  He drove up, and I went down to the parking lot to meet him.  I
was living at a apartment complex on the edge of town at that time, a
beautiful place lined with Oak trees.  We started walking and I started to
explain the situation.  Then I got to a point where I said something to
the effect that I was madder than hell, and was going to send to the FBI
for my records.  He suddenly became frantic, and said to me, "NO, don't do
THAT!"  Then, desperately, "They probably wouldn't give them to you, they
don't want to risk millions of dollars in law suits!!"  At that moment,
two guys dressed up in typical Southern-Boy type apparel, came up to us
from around the corner of the building.  One was sporting a knife in one
hand.  They said there was a "prowler" in the area, and they were looking
for him.  My "friend" said LOUDLY, "Oh, a PROWLER, HUH!!"  One of the guys
said, "Yeh, he put a bullet into Mrs. So-and-so's window in apartment
so-and-so last night, and we're going to find him and skin him."  My
helper just went along with them, as if they were for real.  I knew
otherwise, I can SMELL someone pretending a mile away.  The two guys told
us that the Sheriff was on his way, although I never saw any police there
later, and I definitely would have KNOWN it if someone had fired a shot
anywhere in my vicinity.  It was utter hogwash, a made-up scenario for my
benefit.  When the two guys disappeared, my aquaintance looked me right in
the eyes and asked me if I thought the two guys had been making the whole
thing up and if I knew if they were pretending or not.  I told him that
the whole thing was a load of horseshit, and suddenly he became absolutely
TERRIFIED and told me he couldn't help me, and ran to his car and drove
off.  Never saw or heard of him again.  I DID contact the person on Plato
who had referred him to me, and they assured me that he was trying to help
me, and then I knew that they were full of shit.  Setups, setups, and more
setups!  That was my life during that period of time...



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