4/8/00
Sunday
Dream, mid-thru night.
This is Al Colombo. (transcript of audio log entry)
This is the 9th of April 2000.
I just had a vision, I gues I'm going to call it that. In the
beginning of this I was among a group of people that were
trying desperatly to be a seperate people. They were running,
trying to escape, being hunted down. The object was to have
something put into their cranium, something high tech,
something hideous.
In the beginning of this thing, I tried to be an observer as
I normally am. I tried just to watch, to just be there. I
tried to just be an observer. This was a different world
like, but yet it was here. I guess it was in the future.
I can't recall the initial parts of it, it kept running back
and forth. There were premonitions in it, there were times
when I looked ahead, and then when I thought I was out of it,
I was in it, back in it.
I come to know some of the people. Were were looked down upon
as being mentally retarded, deficient; defiencent and
mentally retarded because we did not want this implant. This
implant has some unusual characteristics. When it was
originally introduced to society it was just an enhancement,
a way to plug into the network. Just the thing to do.
People I knew were actually doing it, and I asked them,
"You're not really going to do that?", and this is what got
me in trouble. I had to run, actually leave because these
people turned me in. They couldn't help but turn me in once
they were pluged in, because what they knew was known to
others. The mind became an open book allowing those who have
control over the circuits, over the network, to peer inside
of minds, to see what you see, to know what you know, to hear
what you hear. I don't understand what it was like on the
other end, but on this end, it was a monsterous process going
on.
It's like I had a vision within this vision and I saw what
was coming. It was like I, it was like I was in a dream
within a dream, and when I thought I was in a dream... I mean
there were people running at windows and trying to escape. At
once point they made a move on society. In other words
everyone was happy who plugged in and we could live among
them because even though we were seperate, they simply
rejected us. It was like we were poor, hungry, asking for
handouts among them. Some of them helped us by being kind,
others rejected us, laughed at us, could not relate to us.
Then, one day, all of a sudden, the police or... they weren't
police, they weren't military, they were something different.
The decended. No longer was it an option. Now it became
mandatory. So we became the hunted; but very quickly, as this
all transpired and came down, and we could see they were
blocking... In fact I can remember the excitement. There was
an underground movement of people and they were, they knew it
was very close, and they were trying to get us out of this
building but they were not quick enough. They blockaded the
building. They put people in key spots and when it went down
we tried to run down the stair towers but there was no where
to go, I knew that. I ran up because running down I knew was
not going to work. Those people got caught automatically.
These where large buildings. These were large communities
within themselves, and... So I ran, at one point they were
right on us when a young man dived out a hole in a window. I
made two stabs at it and I got out. I then dropped down to
the pavement, or blacktop, sidewalk. I found myself actually
flying through the air. I saw hound dogs, search parties.
They were scowering the countryside, and there were tens of
tens of twenties, and thirties of people with dogs and they
were hunting down people like dogs and bringing them back.
They just wouldn't let them go. They had to enslave them like
this, and I asked the question: "Why? Why don't they just let
them go? Why do they have to do this? Why don't they just
kill them and be merciful?" and the reply came that they
needed slaves, that they needed people to do their work, to
do their bidding. And the way to do that was to force it, and
that was through these implants through the back of the head.
So I had gotten away I thought, but I couldn't stay away.
I'm flying through the air, in spirity I'm sure, and people
are trying to get me, and then there were heliocopters, then
there was, I don't know, they got me. So, you know, I woke up
and I'm sitting in this chair. There was like a glass window
and there were others with me, a woman and a man, a black
man, I'm don't know.
And there's these circuit board things in packets. I pick up
the one, I'm droggy, you know, I'm half out of it, and the
woman says, "do you recognize it?" And I said, "Yes, I have
one of these on my cable box."
I looked at it, it has switches, it got wires, but it's not
the item they intend to implant. It was a very small item. In
walks a nurse or two, a doctor, and I realize that it's not a
dream after all. I thouht, I woke up thinking that it must
have been a dream, but it was not a dream, because they
intended to put this thing in me.
Before this, perhaps it was before this, I guess it was, it
was before this, there was a moment when things got quiet. Up
until then the implant was voluntary and those who had them
still talked, communicated in a normal way. But all of a
sudden, it's like someone turned off a switch, and these
creatures, these people, I dont know what they were, they
equipped them with a new set of goggles, eyes; there was just
a patch where their mouth use to be and there was nothing but
dead silence in this world. I thought, "They're communicating
directly," and so that was during the time that it was still
voluntary, I think. I mean we didn't have to, but we knew it
that it wasn't right and that it would haved to happen fairly
thereafter. And it was, it was right after that.
But I saw people standing around, talking and walking, they
were communicating. I guess they had lips because I saw some
of them talking by just looking at one another, they would
express with their hands and act like they were talking but
their lips were not moving. That was when I realized that we
were developing or going into another phase of this. At that
time there was still some talking going on, noises and what
not, but I began to see people actually talking without
moving their lips and I knew they wer talking on line,
directly.
I knew it was a matter of time until the whole thing went
dead silence. And then it was like I was swished through that
lengthy period, or short period, or whatever it is, will be,
or was. And then we were into the implementation phase where
nobody talked, there was nothing but silence. Dead silence,
just the sound of people walking and shuffling their feet.
Other than that there were no words. they were mimicing with
their hands as if they were talking, but there were no
sounds, just the sound of their feet walking. That was when
the clamp down came.
Something about photography. A picture. I don't understand
it. All I know is that when I heard a noise on my porth a few
minutes ago, I expected them to come barging in my door for
me, because that is what they did. They barge in your door.
Before it came to that we were stripped of our belongings, of
our homes, of our money, possessions. The only things we had
were the clothes on our back. I remember crying, thinking how
it was like a nightmare and how I tried to tell people and I
knew that. I just can't express the emotion. It's about 2:27.
If I have anymore I'll make sure I talk about it. ### Sorry for the typos and the like, as this was transcribed on the fly as I spoke the words on audio tape. |
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