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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…

George Dickson died last friday.  I hear he was ill for a long time and finally succumbed.  George was one of the Montauk Boys and allegedly procured the technology for the Montauk chair.

Back in the 90s and early naughties, I used to go to the Montauk nights and Psychotronics meetings in Long Island, NY.  I met George at several meetings.  He had PTSD trigger reactions (Peter Moon called them the “time heebeejeebees”) to me just about every time.  The very first time we met, Peter had introduced us.  After the initial greeting, George excused himself to use the rest room and never returned.  Another time the Montauk night was held in a different room in the building it was held in.  A man entered the room and Preston asked if he came  with George to which he answered that he did and that George was coming up right after him.  I heard footsteps walking up on the stairs.  Then I heard them  pause and walk down the stairs.  George did not show up.   A third time I was attending a Richard Hoagland presentation which George was helping with.  At the end of it, George walked up to me and apologized to me for not coming into the room at that last meeting. He told me that he was afraid of me.  Then, he just left.  That was the most that he ever said to me.  He had an abductee support group that I was interested in, but he didn’t want me there.  The last time  that I saw him was in the early naughties after a Montauk Night at a diner.  A group of us sat in a large booth.  George was just across from me.  I just asked him “how are you?”.  The only answer that I got from him was laughter, hysterical laughter.  He looked like a deer in head lights.  He just kept on laughing with that frozen  smile and scared eyes.  At another meeting, Peter Moon got to ask him why he was so scared of me.  I was told that he replied that “she hurt me very badly in Montauk”.  Now, I had and still don’t have any recollection of George.  But, then again, I don’t have much recall anyway, only scattered bits and pieces and hints and clues and this.

Well, there is going to be a memorial on a radio show that he was a co host on.  Here is the info on that show.

“On Friday night June 22nd,2012 there will be a special George Dickson Tribute on the L.A.Steel Show at 8:00-9:30pm. Many of George’s friends will be our guests, all of George’s friends and fans are welcomed to call in and join the tribute. The chat room will be opened and any message or comment for George will be read on the air. Join us at blogtalkradio.com/lasteelshoworg. All who knew George know how much he enjoyed his friends. I’m certain he will be listening Friday night and I hope all his friends will too.”

Well, that’s all George, too bad we never got to really talk.  I hope you do better in the next world.

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