Implants and The beast

Implants & the Beast

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.