Category: The Montauk Project


OK. So I haven’t posted in years thinking that would be it.  But no.  If you haven’t been living in the wilderness or been in a coma for the last couple years, you might have heard or viewed the show on NetFlix called Stranger Things which is now in season two.  I recently was interviewed for a French magazine just because of this show.  Still waiting to see if it is ever published.  But here is one pretty good article that isn’t derisive and seems to be show an openness to considering that maybe there is validity to the Montauk Project having been (or still is) real.  So here is the link so you can read it for yourself: https://www.thrillist.com/entertainment/nation/stranger-things-2-eleven-inspiration

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This symposium will feature some of the original players (Preston Nichols and Duncan Cameron) in the Montauk saga. So, if you are in the area at this time and want to see, hear, and meet them go to this. Funny thing, Duncan told me that he was finished with all things Montauk. He must’ve been given an offer he couldn’t refuse.

At the Meta Center, 214 West 29th street, 16th floor NYC , 10am-5pm,
Supersoldiers, Time Travel, Hybrids, Nanotechnology, Monarch Programming, Military Abductions, Exopolitics, Pleidian Emissaries, Cosmic Shamans, Galactic Awareness, Human Evolution, Sound & Light Technologies, Alien Interaction, And More!

Speakers: Duncan Cameron (Montauk Project) Dan Macbolen (ex-military assassin – first public appearance) Preston Nichols (Montauk Project) James Rink (Supersoldier) lso with Stephen Popiotek and Suzy Meszoly.

Tickets: $80 for Early Birds purchasing by Feb 10, 2014 $125 after Feb 10th:
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I know that I may get a bit stream of consciousness here, but that’s how memory works.  Or at least my memory.  So, I’m going back a bit to other visits to the area of the Montauk Project.

After the trip in 1993, I went out to Montauk and Camp Hero a few other times.  I don’t remember exactly how many since it was many years ago.

One of those times was in the summer of 1994, I went back. Before this, some others (including the ones who met me at Montauk Point Park) and Preston Nichols had also gone there. They had found what seemed to be an area on one side of the trail that led to the base that was paved with macadam and was perfectly circular. They took radiation readings around the 3 PM time and found that the area was emitting radiation. I remember Preston talking about his symptoms afterwards which were similar to low-level radiation sickness. He ended up wading in the ocean to draw out the radiation.

When I was there that same year, I walked by that area and chose to definitely not walk on it. The day there was uneventful, that I remember, except for the draw at one of the entrances to enter, which I did and walked only as far as the old computer building. I felt way too uneasy to stay there. Oh, yes, one little thing. I was at a different entrance (northeast?) Where I found a kind of mystery closet. It was a tiny building with graffiti on it. Inside was an open entrance hole with a ladder going down in it. According to others who went to Camp Hero before me, all entrances to the underground were all sealed. Guess not. I thought about going down that ladder into that hole of the unknown. Then I thought otherwise. I also thought that it looked like some sort of trap. The cover for the entrance was there on the floor. What was to keep someone from putting it back in place to close me inside? I walked out of it  and back into the trail that led to the back gateway.  I did breach the gate there since there was a large hole in it that was most likely made by others who went on a jaunt there before me.  I also felt as if it was some sort of invitation which was also disturbing to me.  So, being the nosy drawn person that I was, I went through the breach onto the base.  I didn’t go very far, though since an over abundance of caution started to take over.  I did investigate the first building that I saw, which turned out to be the old computer building.  I also now as I write remember the strong feeling of someone watching me or could that have been an over active imagination?  I got spooked and left after that.

Nothing happened until I was home in the driveway. I was standing there when a big black SUV with blacked out windows pulled into the driveway lights glaring. For a moment I thought that it actually might run into me. But, it stopped and stayed there for a few seconds. Then, it backed out into the street and sped down it the wrong way (it was a one way street). About a half hour later, I felt deathly ill and had to vomit. I was that way for the rest of the evening. I have often wondered if that mysterious SUV had any connection to it and Montauk?  Such vehicles have been seen there.

Another such trip was in 1996. I drove up for the day. Even though there were “No Trespassing” signs, I ignored them and hiked no-trespassinginto Camp Hero (or the scene of the crime, as I call it). It took me years to find the courage to do this and there was nothing that would stop me from doing so. I have to confess that, as much as I felt a bit of terror at being there, I also felt a strange draw (pre-programmed?) To and exhilaration at the prospect.

The trip there was easy and uneventful. I walked on the path that was closest to the cliff there. I thought about how earlier,, when I drove up the road that led to the gate near the “subsidized” housing community (allegedly it was really housing for base personnel), it seemed as if it was further back on the road than before. I had heard that people visiting there affected the area somehow and things there would shift about a bit.

I parked my car in the parking lot where the light house is and walked towards the base.  I was on the seaside path which leads to the back entrance which was the entrance that I used the other time that I was there.  Well, I was thinking about that mystery closet that I had investigated previously. A few steps later, there was one that was the exact duplicate of it. It wasn’t in that location the last time that I was there. I just had to check it out. Inside was the same graffiti as before and the open entrance with the ladder beckoning to me to enter it once again. I wished that I had some rope and a flashlight. I resisted the temptation to explore this area. Also, there was a distinct stench of something that died and was rotting. I couldn’t see any corpses, animal or otherwise. When I emerged from it, I saw a round quartz sea stone that was wet with sea water lying on the grass as if it was placed there a moment before. I didn’t see or hear anyone go by and it wasn’t there prior to my entering the building. Yet, it looked like it had been placed there a few seconds before I saw it. This part of the area was also any yards from the water. But, it kind of looked like a gift, so I took it with me.  I wanted something that held the energies of that place and quartz was the perfect storage vehicle for that.  Usually natural objects in an area like this hold memories and secrets that can be accessed if done the correct way.

As I finally walked the roads on the base, I found myself sensitive to the energies in various locations around there. There was one persistent phenomena that I encountered. First, when I was at the plugged up entrance to the boys bunker, I felt uneasy. I could smell the stench of something decaying and the metallic tinge of blood. I could sense the feeling of fear and violence. I kept getting the impression of someone screaming and dying quite violently. It was so strong that I had to get out of that spot. When I did, it ended.

When I went up the road there was a similar spot in front of what once was (it was demolished) claimed to be the building that housed aliens. The same sensations came over me which made me feel quite ill, I got out of that as fast as possible. When I did, I felt much better.  I just have to speculate here. Could this have been the etheric residue of Junior’s rampage so many years ago? Perhaps and perhaps not.

I did have one sneak about silly moment when a truck drove by and I tried to hide. I don’t think I succeeded and was seen, but nothing happened. Anytime I went out there, I always felt as if I was being watched. There, it was most likely. Also, I would like to add, is that I had the feeling of having an open invitation to enter at any time. I would feel the pull and a whisper at the back of my mind “Go in, go in.”

I wanted to find the planetary crosspoint next. I didn’t bring a map (I did have one) of the area, so wasn’t sure which way to go, well, at least, consciously. I recognized the triangular area that was a smaller vortex point. When I was there I centered myself, put my hand out and felt my way. I could feel the tug of that large energy vortex pull at it. I just followed that pull and a short time after I arrived at the crosspoint.

In the middle of it was a curious sign. It said “No Trespassing”.  So, I thought, what was that for?  The visitors who happen to drop on that spot like I did once?  (See my post on this here.) It was an odd place for it.

2003 Next  
I went to Camp Hero on August 12th, 2003. Even though it was the day of the earth’s biorythm, it was somewhat anti-climatic.

After an uneventful drive to Montauk, I mainly went to the Camp Hero crosspoint a little before 3 PM. I had decided to change things up a bit and do the more risky option which was to be on the base in the energetic center of it. I mainly sat myself down and meditated. I felt into the energies as the hour approached. It felt as if an outside force was trying to turn a great wheel. I concentrated on keeping that from happening. That was an exertion.

There I was with people driving in their cars on the circular drive around me. It seemed as if no one wanted to stay for too long in that area. I must’ve looked rather absurd to those passersby. Yet, I still concentrated on my connection to that crosspoint and keeping things stable there. Perhaps it was only my delusion that this was necessary, but I figured that it couldn’t hurt to try. Then, suddenly, a single large drop of water fell on me from out of the clear blue sky above me. How or why this happened or where it came from is still a mystery to me. Was it some inter-dimensional tear or a condensation of the energies that I was feeling there? At least the place was still producing the occasional anomaly as it always has in the past. After this trip, I had heard that I just missed others that I knew that were also visiting. It was probably for the best though since interacting with others tends to derail what I felt it had to do.

Now, here is one bit of discrepancy in my recollection of that day in that it seems that everyone else remembers a great blackout where I do not. I remember a blackout as described, but earlier. Here’s where it gets hazy in my mind. I have trouble remembering if it was the year before or a month or two before. I do remember that all power was up and running that day or it would’ve been very difficult to travel the over 3 hour trip to and from Montauk since lights would’ve been out. I also recall that on the day of this blackout, which was weekday, I was at work and ended up going home early. I went home and sat in my room for most of the 4 hours, which was how long it lasted there. So, I would definitely say there is a major discrepancy in my memories and everyone elses here. Of course, this was one of several like this. Montauk girl, time traveler, dimensional instability. It makes some crazy sense to me, kind of.

There was one other trip (200 or 2001?) that I recall but I seem to can’t get the memory of it straight.  It has already been written about by Peter Moon, so right now I will leave that one alone until  and if I get it clearer or it will come out a confused unreadable jumble.

August 12th,2013 is almost upon us and I just thought I should mention that.  Yes, that wonderful and for some of us, dreaded date that is the anchor point for the earth’s biorythm. This was the peak and end (allegedly) of the Montauk Project.

Now, this date is not the peak of the 20 year cycle, but the trough of it which is 10 years into it.  The inter-dimensional doorways are somewhat ajar and bleed through may occur.  Possible big things are expected since the energy is right at this time.

I do have one personal curious item on this. It seems that the numerology of this date and my birthday are the same.  This year it is  the number 26/8.  I will leave you to look up the interpretations on your own on this if you are curious.

I look at this with equal parts anticipation and anxiety. The last peak happened in 2003 and it wasn’t exactly uneventful. A blackout is one of those things. Here’s where I have a disparity with reported events. I don’t remember a blackout that day. In fact, I was at Camp Hero sitting like a fool where the crosspoint was having that drop of water fall down on me from clear air. I do remember one the year before, though. Ah, those parallel realities do trip us perhaps.

Now, 1993, a trough year, seemed to be more eventful than 2003. Maybe that’s because I was very active that time period.  See Camp Hero 1993 Day1, Camp Hero 1993 Day2, Camp Hero 1993 Final Day.

There are rumors of this and that disaster more than at any other time that I can remember. So much so, I’m losing track. Perhaps the fear porn chatter is being amped to feed the control matrix so it can still have the oomph it used to.

The Sun will be particularly active starting this weekend.   But, we are told that not much will come of it.

It was also said that this time period is when  the Montauk Project would be reconciled, so to speak, but I am not overly optimistic at this time.  Not that I wouldn’t like for this to happen.  It would be a big energetic load off of my mind (and in it).

I have to say for myself, if I could walk normally at this time, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.  I would be more proactive and participatory in the physical as well as the other levels.

Well, anyway a head’s up and God/Goddess bless.  Anyone who is reading who may know or “know” something related to this, I encourage to leave a comment.  Thanks.

In the morning, I woke up dizzy, nauseous, and somewhat out of it. I also found that the door I had so carefully locked was now unlocked.  I saw my host at breakfast for the last time and she told me that she also felt dizzy and nauseous.  She told me that it was unusual for her to feel this way.

I also remembered that the night before, I had a vivid dream.  I was standing up in a room with boys and we were all naked.  We were forced to stare at a large movie screen and something was playing on it.  I have no clear picture of what that was, though.

Camp Hero

Here is where I didn’t go, this time.now unlocked.  

I left for a last go around of the park and base. I drove around the odd little supposedly subsidized community which was suspiciously lacking in people who were actually being subsidized. It was rumored that base personnel actually lived there and that there was an entrance to it from a house there. The residents who were outside scrutinized me as I drove through their streets.

After that I drove back to the park. I was determined to at least walk up part of the path to the base. I have to say that I was still too afraid to actually trespass on the actual base since I was alone. That was to come at a later date. I was pretty skittish when I walked on the path that led to the little radar (the one that the men had been working on). The image of that scowling man with the binoculars in my mind (danger, danger) and my partly disoriented queasiness didn’t help. I felt a bit paranoid and overly cautious and was afraid of being seen. Of course, it was most likely that already had happened. I didn’t go too far and turned back. I had enough and wanted to go home and rest.

So, I did just that and left. One other interesting thing that happened is that the problem that I had with my car just went away as if somehow it was repaired.

This was my “first” trip out there, but not my last.  In those trips I finally got the cajones to actually take a walk on the base.

Post script:

Preston Nichols told a story the Montauk Night after this trip. He said that some of them went out to Montauk on the 13th with the Montauk boy that they had found in Georgia (see post). They had originally planned to go on the base, but Pete saw that the grid on it was all awry and there were vortexes supposedly torn loose, which was dangerous. So, they too did not walk there that day.

Also, Preston claimed that on the 12th, he received a phone call from whoever he was allegedly in contact (the colonel?) at the base asking for his help. Supposedly, what Pete had seen had really happened and operations were ground to a halt.  One Montauk boy escaped around then as well. I later met him.

So, did the action I took have an effect on the grid there?  At least some very nefarious doings were postponed at least for another decade by some agency whether known or unknown.

The next morning, I got up with the intention of getting right out to the point and the base. But, that didn’t quite happen.  My host talked my head off at breakfast and I found it difficult to extricate myself from her and the B&B. That is when she told me her story. I didn’t get away until about 11 am.

Montauk Point Lighthouse

It looks so beautiful on the surface, doesn’t it?

I drove to the park at Montauk Point. This was before Camp Hero was opened to the public as a state park. I pretty much just stayed in that park while using binoculars to view the area in and around Campe Hero a little ways away. I still was feeling very cautious about walking too close to it. It was warm and sunny where I was sitting on a bench. Looking out at the base, I saw heavy dark clouds over it and it was cloaked in shadow. I also saw the radar (by Siemens/Raytheon?) unit that was set up on the cliff where the fishermen park to fish. It wasn’t moving that day . There were some men there working on it, though. I mainly kept surveiling the place and getting some sun.

A little before 3pm (3pm is the primary startup time for operations there), I went into a meditative trance. I visualized projecting myself to the Camp Hero cross-point. This was very easy to do. I could see the condition that the circle was in. It was pretty much all dirt and little grass. The condition that I saw it was in was later verified (see Camp Hero Cross-point). I could feel a lot of my energy over there while I was aware of also being on the bench at the park. I commenced to channel an intense amount of cosmic light and energy through myself into the cross-point. I figured that I could use my connection to the cross-point to give the ones running the new startup of the Montauk Project to give them what they desired most…power. How  presumptive  of me, but I presumed away. I would help to give their greedy asses more power than they imagined.  I stayed in that state for about a half hour.

I “saw” some things as I also “looked” in the underground of the base. I saw something like people rushing around frantically getting everything in place and connected for the first run. I also thought I saw what appeared to be a large circular (circle within circle) object that was to be used for something.

In the physical, about 5 minutes to 3, I saw the men who had been working on the radar start to rush into a waiting black SUV. It sped off towards the base and I lost sight of it.

I held the focus on the cross-point all the while until about 15 minutes after 3. I asked spirit if this worked to please give me a sign. Well, a few minutes later, I saw a flock of birds flying from the area of the base. They flew in formation that kind of looked like a tornado of birds or that the birds were caught in a vortex and were unable to escape from it. They flew out towards the ocean in that formation.  I kind of felt sorry for them because, to me, they seemed distressed.

A little while later, a couple of gals that used to attend Montauk Nights (a once monthly meeting in Long Island) came by. They were there investigating Montauk on their own. We sat and looked at the base through the binoculars and had a chat as well. When I was looking through them, I saw a man on the base side looking through his binoculars as well and he was looking at/towards us. I asked one of the girls if she also saw what I saw and she did too. I proposed a way to confirm that he indeed was looking at us. I proposed that we wave at him, which we did like little ditzes. Upon seeing us do that, the man put down his binoculars and stormed off angrily. Interesting reaction. The girls left promising to give me a call to connect up again before they left, which never happened for some reason.  It was also the last time that I saw them, though I later heard what happened to one of them.

I left a little while after that and went to dinner  that evening.  I then went to the B&B where I was lodging, locked the door, and went to sleep.

Coming next: Day 3

Well, I seemed to have dropped a thread that I had meant to pick up. That was about my August 1993 trip out to Montauk and what had happened on it.  See  Camp Hero Cross Point.

Well, earlier I said that I had asked my higher self if it was in the best interest to fo out to Montauk for August 12th. I asked for a single white feather as the sign. A couple of days later, on a weekend, I was at a friend’s house. I walked to the front door and looked down. On the floor was a single large white feather. Okay, I gathered that this might be a “yes”. So, the next week I looked up accommodations. Now, this was only two weeks before August 12th and I had read that usually everything is booked up at that time. But, I did find a potential lodging in the form of a bed and breakfast. I contacted the proprietor (the one who had the experience in Host Story. She happened to have a vacancy from August 11th to August 13th since they fell on weekdays mostly. And the room was reasonably priced for the area.
I booked it right there.

I started out early on the 11th with not just a little trepidation since this was going back to the scene of the crime and a calculated risk as well. I had a rather uneventful trip in a Ford Escort with an over heating problem. I had to vent the excess heat by turning the car’s heater on. But, despite that I made it to my destination.

I was feeling an odd kind of fear plus exhilaration. Instead of running away from the possible danger, I was running towards it.

When I passed the power towers there, it felt as if I had broken through an invisible barrier. I saw that Sage radar tower which gave me an odd feeling of foreboding.

I found the B&B with no problem even though it was tucked away in one of the streets just past the center of town.

I had a room there where the walls were half glass. This was not the most secure accommodation that I could have wished for. I was all about locking things (my car,the room) up even though my host told me that no one locked up there. Here’s where I want to say La Di Da…

That night, after dinner, I was driving back towards the
place that I was staying. On the way there, I saw a young blonde boy hitching to get a ride towards the point. I wondered about him on such a night. But, I didn’t stop. I just kept driving.

I drove onto the wrong street. It was dark and it was easy to mistake one street for another. I saw a dog run in front of my car and, unable to avoid it, I hit it with the car. I stopped to check on the dog to see if it was ok. There were people there that were wondering why I stopped and how unusual it was for me to do so. I was told by one of them that it was a neighbor’s, who wasn’t around that night, dog. The person said that he was expecting it to happen some time, which it did. I checked on the dog and it was only a bit bruised and relatively unharmed. It even licked me. I was so relieved.  No one else seemed too concerned.  I call them the Stepford people.

That night, I even got to lie on the beach with a chair that was provided by my host ans watch the meteor shower through the holes between the clouds. It was quite dramatic.

More to come…

I was on the TJMorrisET Radio show last night.   Three of us who believe we have discovered that we were/are Montauk Girls had a roundtable discussion on various subjects related  to the Montauk Project.  Later in the show, Fritz Springmeier (a researcher in mind control techniques/deprogramming, and the Illuminati) joined us.  It went on longer than it indicates on the site.

Here is the promo from BlogTalkRadio:

Montauk Girls – Cindy Mueller, Mai (ya) Liebowitz , Theresa Morris are joined by Fritz Springmeier, Author on Illuminati Books on Pentracks.com, Miya has MontaukGirl at wordpress.com/MontaukGirl. Cindy Mueller on Facebook.com. TJ at AssociateGuides.com, Anewnews.com, TJMorrisACO.com

And for those who would like to listen, here is the link:
ACO Mysteries, Montauk Girls, Illuminati, Fritz Springmeier

DoorwayAs part and parcel of being in a Project such as this, certain kinds of experiences go somewhat hand in hand with it. These involve UFO,ET,and various metaphysical experiences. Since the energy centers were, what I would call, force developed, some rather interesting and sometimes problematic paranormal instances. And sometimes going through something like this can have unexpected side benefits….perhaps…

Here is one of those incidents that was also published in The Montauk Pulse a few years ago (not exactly in this form but the same exact story)….

The name on my blog is not a pseudonym, it is actually a combo of my birth name and my real name.

You see, there has been reported that some Montauk boys (including Duncan Cameron) had an experience that was called the “Full Out”. That is full outside the known physical universe.

Here is what happened: In 1988, I was on a trip in a town called Boothbay Harbor Maine. I had some alone time for an hour or so. I felt a sudden urge to meditate and tune in of sorts. This is something I would do regularly for several years up to this point. I would also feel a presence just before going into meditation.

A few short moments after starting my meditation, I felt that presence even stronger. I felt as if I was lifting through this presence and then I was outside of what would be considered the known physical universe into no thing. (This is what is known as th “full out”)

I was this no thing. I was all of what was described as omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. I had no attributes except being all knowing and containing all creation which was only a small portion of what I was. It was contained in a bubble like area. It was as if all of creation was lovingly contained in a womblike structure. I knew that I could create anything (planets, stars, galaxies, etc.) that I had an impulse to create. I didn’t create anything since it wasn’t the right moment to do so yet.

Anything that I wanted to know I knew. I even remembered to ask one of my most burning questions. As I began to do so, the answer was answered before I even could fully ask it. All of the mysteries of the universe and then some were revealed to me. All of the knowledge of all was pouring into my mortal head as well. That part of me felt like it was being flooded with a veritable tsunami of all that could be known. I didn’t want it to end, but it did.

I found myself diminishing and retreating from this state and consciousness. I then was in the presence of that presence that I felt before. It was a sweet loving powerful feminine presence. I asked her who she was. She answered “Your higher self”. I then asked her what her name was. She said “Maia”. I was a bit disappointed since when I heard that, I thought she meant “Maya”, the word for illusion. But, she corrected me and told me “No, it’s spelled M A I A”.  I thanked her for the correction.

I then diminished further and back into my body. The only things that I remembered was what I just wrote. The knowledge that was downloaded into me and the answer to my question as well as the question were wiped from my conscious mind. I still find that quite frustrating. Then again, knowing what I know about my life and that there are those who would kill for this kind of information, it is probably for the best.

Entrance sign for Brookhaven National Labs

I promised to post about the incident with the last Montauk boy that I wrote about. So, here it is. I already had gone over this in one of my interviews, but the audio was abominable.

In the Montauk  Project history/legend, Brookhaven National Labs was mentioned as being the first place that experiments were conducted for it.  It was alleged to have been phased out when Camp Hero came online.  I have reason to believe that  this is only partially true.

Here is my memory of the first incident:

I was lying in bed wondering about my involvement with the Montauk Project. A few minutes into my reverie, I experienced what could be termed an abreaction. I was in a lab setting in BNL (Brookhaven National Labs). It was around June/July 1983. There were three lab coated people in front of me. Two were male and one was female. I felt as if I was and wasn’t myself (co-conscious with and alter?). I was explaining the horrific depths to which the project had sunk to. I said something like “Too many children have died in it. It has to be stopped.” I asked if they would help me do that. They eventually agreed to do this. Then, I told them that I had to go back to Montauk since they would soon wonder where I was. A hole opened up in the wall. In this hole was a strange looking tunnel. It looked like it was composed of a violet/blue/grey smokey substance. It definitely didn’t look too substantial. On the other end of the tunnel was a basement. This was the Montauk underground, or the underground of the underground. I stepped into it and was almost instantaneously on the other end.

Now, there was one odd possibly suspect problem with this “memory”. There was a subtitle in it just like a subtitle in a movie. It said something to the effect of “Brookhaven Labs June 1983”. So, this could have been either a relived memory or a memory implant. I have experienced the co-conscious state a few times before. So, that was very much the same as those experiences. It is also possible that there was a small contingent from BNL that was still involved with the project. If this memory was real, then I have my suspicions about how this might have come about. But, without more data, this would only be mere logical speculation.

Now, I know I didn’t explain where the Montauk boy comes in, but bear with me and it will all become clear in a very short time.

Here is the second related incident:

One afternoon, back in the 90’s, I was lying on my front on a table at my chiropractor’s office. I had just received a network* chiropractic treatment and was integrating it. I once again experienced another abreaction. I was in the Montauk underground. In front of me were four people. Three of them were the people who I had recruited in BNL. The other had long blonde hair and was facing away from me and towards them. Since I could not move, I was forced to watch each of them, one at a time, psychically tortured to death. I could almost feel their intense pain and fear as the person in front of them crushed internal organs including the brain. Each bled from their face and screamed and died. When they all were dead, the person that had just killed them turned and faced me. This person was that very same Montauk boy. He had the same expression that he had when he was sick with that cold. Upon seeing this, I thought that I was next. This is where the memory ends.

Obviously, I was incorrect in my assessment of the situation since I am alive to write this today. Whether these are true memories or not, I still feel the shock of them, especially the latter one. And, even if these prove false, it most likely means that I have been royally,  excuse the phrase,  fucked with.

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