From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Newsgroups: alt.alien.visitors,alt.conspiracy
Subject: INVASION!!!
Summary: the long and short of it...
Keywords: aliens, invasion, stollman
Date: 16 Aug 92 05:41:11 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest)


I am sitting here logged on to my new account that I opened with netcom,
trying to think of something to write...I got this account because it is a
real bargain, $20 a month with NO hourly fees and a local LA number I can
call so I can compose online without having to use up time on my
pc-pursuit account...When I get back to Florida in a few weeks, I will be
able to have access to the entire Internet for only $50-$100 a month,
depending on how much time I use up...90 hours a month in long-distance
calls for $30 a month is a real steal!!

I guess I would like to divulge more details on what I have been
through...When I was taken by my clone parents during one episode to a
small mental hospital in Alhambra, Calif. in 1984, I refused to go in...My
fake dad went in while my fake mom stood outside and watched
me...Suddenly, loud explosion sounds came from the inside of the
building...After a few minutes, I went inside to find my clone dad signing
admission forms for ME...That is illegal and my real parents would know
it, and would never have done it in the first place...If I had been smart,
I would have ran away from them, but I couldn't rationalize things out
well with knowing that my real parents were either in some kind of
CIA/alien prison camp or possibly even another dimension...So I signed my
own papers and entered the hospital voluntarily...In Calif., if you sign
yourself into a mental hospital, you can sign yourself out just as easily...

The first thing that happened was that the $600 I had on me, which I had
brought with me from Tally was taken from me by one of the
"employees"...He told me he would put it in the safe, but it wasn't till I
got out a week later that I found out he had given it to my "mom"...He put
three dollars in my wallet, and told me not to loan my money to other
patients, like there was something special about those dollars, and there
was...The 3 dollars had been given to me by whom I believe to be angels,
trying to save my neck, and they had some kind of godlike power to
them...The first one was given to me by a worker at the FSU clinic, when I
went there for some tests...When I went to get my medicine from the
pharmacy, a lady took the prescription from me ahead of the pharmacist,
like she was being overly helpful...Then when I paid for the medicine, she
took the receipt from the normal guy, and walked around the pharmacy,
eyeing me all the time and the others "working" there...When nobody was
looking she ran over to me fast, and handed me the receipt, along with a
dollar bill, which she thrust into my hand, clenching both of her hands
around mine...I was surprised, because the change was only like 38 cents,
but she said, "Don't worry about it," and stamped my receipt real hard
with a message that said, "Only copy you will receive!"...I got the
impression that people had died to get that dollar bill into my hands, and
I learned why...

Later that day, it started raining real hard (not very unusual for
Tallahassee), and I had the dollar in the secret compartment in my
wallet...I merely wished to myself that the rain would stop, and lo and
behold, a minute or so later the clouds cleared up, and the rain
stopped...When I say cleared up, I mean I had never seen it happen so fast
in my whole life...One minute the sky was dark black, and the next it was
sunny...I didn't believe in miracles at the time, so I took the dollar out
of my wallet and spent it...It was then that I learned how desperately the
angels or whoever they are were trying to save my ass...

I took a cab home from a walk around town one day, and the cab driver
acted like a real goofball...When I say acted, I mean acting...Because
when we got to my apartment building, I handed him a ten, and I owed him
about four dollars with the tip...He suddenly turned around quick as a
rabbit, and thrust 3 dollars into my hand...I got out, and started walking
to the stairs...Suddenly, I heard a loud bang, and the cab slid over to
the side of the parking lot and ran up against the curb, as if nobody was
driving it...The "driver", a copy of the real one who had taken the space
of the driver in the cab, teleported and exhanged with him, was searching
frantically through the drivers money bag and the cab...I was terrified
and ran upstairs into my apartment and locked the door...When I wound up
in the little mental hospital I am speaking about, those were the three
dollars I am telling of...

I was placed into a room with a wierd guy, a heavy-metal freak...I hadn't
slept for about a week or so, so I laid down on the bed...The guy asked me
if he could borrow a dollar, and being the fool I am, I gave him one...You
need to know this, that I had given the other two dollars to a guy named
Gabriel a short time earlier...After I handed this guy the dollar, he laid
down on his bed, put a Walkman on his head, and began playing heavy-metal
music REAL loud, and chanting along with it...I began to get a queezy
feeling in my stomach...Then this guy got up, and looked at me and said,
"You look tired, man!"...Suddenly, a feeling of total confusion and
dizzyness came over me...I got up, but found I could barely stand...I ran
into the cafeteria a short ways away and in a frenzy, drank some coffee to
try to settle my head from spinning...Instead of doing that, I suddenly
felt as if the whole universe was contracting around me...I started to
black out, when a nurse and Gabriel appeared from nowhere with a
wheelchair...Gabriel told me to sit down, and I did so, and he and the
nurse began pulling me backward towards the lobby...AS they did so, I saw
in my minds eye being pulled backwards out of the center of the
universe...When we reached the door to the lobby, the nurse went through
one of the two swinging doors on the right side of me, but Gabriel stopped
short as if some kind of barrier was in his way...As the nurse pulled me
through the door, I felt my senses coming back, and suddenly everything
was normal and I was ok again...Gabriel said, "I could only hold TWO
back!"...And then I was back to normal, and could stand up with no
problems whatsoever, as if I had just been pulled out of Hell...

After a few more days, I signed myself out and forced my fake dad to take
me home...But they were not done with me yet...I stayed in my room, and
refused to speak to them...Finally, they called the Pet Team from
Cedars-Sanai Medical Center, which is a emergency response team, and lt
them into my room...A doctor was with them, and he asked me a few
questions, and then a bunch of orderlies came in and told me they were
taking me to the hospital and if I refused, they would forcefully take me
out...So I went along with them peaceably...When we arrived at the
hospital, a Dr. Herbert Kaplan took me into a room and asked me to sign
myself in...I refused and he told me about how I could merely sign myself
out the next day if I wanted...He just wanted me to sign the papers...I
refused, and he laid the papers down on my lap, and began walking around
the room with his hands pulled behind his back as if he had a straight
jacket on in a sort of trance...I got scared when he did this, and
signed...He grabbed the papers and ran out...I ran after him, and demanded
that he tear up the papers, and told him I wasn't being forced into
anything anymore...After a few minutes behind the counter, he came out
yelling loudly, "OK, Gary!  I'm tearing up the papers!!", and tore the
papers to shreds...Then a "nurse" took me over to a room and said,
unlocking it, "I think THIS was your room, Gary!"...You notice the past
tense there...

Two days later, Dr. Kaplan, if it WAS Dr. Kaplan, came up to me and said I
was being put on a two-week hold, and tried to force the papers into my
pockets, without success...This was quite illegal...I didn't have a
hearing of any kind, which I DID have the second time they threw me in
there a year or so later...And I didn't see, meet, or talk to any other
doctors or almost anyone else for that matter for those two weeks...The
file on me shows me having almost daily treatment, diagnoses, and
consultations with doctors of all kinds...I am suing for forgery, among
other things...

I was in the day room with two other guys, who started to look around as
if seeing some other place...Suddenly, they jumped up, and ran over to the
pantry door, and went in...They brought out of the pantry a big black guy,
who looked like he had been in there for a week...The two guys shouted,
"WE got him out of there!!"...The two guys were to play an important role
later on...

While walking the halls one day, a short girl came around the corner and
asked me my name...I had never seen her before...She told me her name was
Dawn...I didn't see her again until a day or so later, when one of the
other girl "patients" there went by me with a plant, carrying it as if it
was the last one of it's kind...I purposefully went by and acted like I
could care less about plants, which is a lie...Suddenly Dawn came up
behind me and starting cougthing, as if all the air was being sucked out of
the atmosphere...Then she swiftly ran over to me, grabbed me by the arm
and started to pull me..."Come with Dawn through this doorway!", she
exclaimed...I pulled back, and Dawn let go of my arm, and looked over to
the nurse station, where a black woman "nurse" had looked up..."I was only
taking him for a walk!", Dawn said to her...The nurse came out and said,
"Just WHERE were you taking him?"...She put her hands on Dawn's shoulders
and Dawn went limp...She turned Dawn around so she was facing the front
door, where she had been trying to lead me...The front door opened, and a
tall, bearded heavy-set guy walked in...He stopped right in front of Dawn
and just stood there for a second or two...Then, suddenly, something hit
Dawn from the front and she collapsed in a heap on the floor...I jumped
back about 4 feet through the air, to say the least...

A few days after this, Dawn was sitting in the day room with me and a
number of other people, including one of those two guys...Suddenly, she
looked at the guy and he looked at her intensely...She and this other guy
got up at the same moment, and while I was watching them, and noone else
was, they moved together and jumped backwards and disappeared...Just
disappeared into thin air...I know, because I didn't believe it, and ran
around the corner to see if they had gone around that...They were GONE!! 
Suddenly, the fire alarms went off, and the nurses ran up and forced me
back into the day room...They kept the other people in there as well, all
the time looking around and behind themselves...After a few minutes, I
snuck out of the room and walked up to the nurses station...One of the
nurses exclaimed, "Where's OUR Max?!"...My fathers name...I repeated her
words in my mind, and she touched her nose with her index finger in a
sudden move, which is a silent codeword they use for "Yes"...After a few
moments my fake dad came through the doors and the alarms stopped...

I was released from there at the end of the two weeks, and shipped right
out on the next plane back to Florida, a day too late to register for my
classes at FSU...I have the fake file now...One of the doctors who
supposedly saw me, a Dr. Donald Wallens, was one of the shrinks I saw
after the TV incident, although I didn't know it at the time...

Another time when I was dragged back to LA, I was driven into the
underground parking structure at the Emergency Room at UCLA by my clone
parents...A security guard started walking towards the car, and I started
to open the door so as to run away...My fake dad screamed at me, "No, Son,
don't open that door...I'm begging you!"...It was this that made me
suspect that my real parents were possibly in some other parallel
dimension...I jumped out of the car, but the security guard came running
up and grabbed me...He lifted me off my feet and carried me fifty yards
though the air into the Emergency Room and threw me into one of the empty
rooms...My fake parents signed me into the mental hospital, and there I
was again...After that, I started plotting my revenge...

I hope this has "enlightened" you...

-- 
Gary Stollman    Internet: garys@netcom.com     GEnie: G.STOLLMAN
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