I'm writing an autobiography....anyone wants excerpts?

[Lion]

Hi Everyone,

Some of you know, that I used to do some dialogues with Stewart a few years ago titled 'Greenstar Dialogues'....  Some of you also know more detailed stories than what I've written on his website...

Since then i've started an autobiography, the events that lead to my realising that I was programmed...  Many interesting stories which were not mentioned on his site (due to being guilty about some things)... I'm wondering if anyone wants to read some excerpts from it....mainly about the events leading up to being drugged by the illuminati....

If anyone is interested, let me know.

Regards
Lion

[Richard]

I read your greenstar dialogs and I would be interested in reading the stories that weren’t published. icon_buch

[William]

  Yes please.            

 

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[SilverInfinity]

Please, it sounds like a great story and it would be a good film too.

[Lion]

Ok this is about when things started to go fishy....  Its a chapter about when I worked for a company called DC...at the time i used to live at unit 8.... 8 triggered me, also whenever DC was mentioned....(funny how Xenu of scientology stories travelled in ships called DC8's)..
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One time he told me his sister had got her handbag stolen out of her car, and that during lunch if we minded going to the beach car park and see if we could find anything.  We went the ‘long way’ for some reason, my boss was directing me where to go.  We were coming by a street, and then he pointed, one of my best friends’ lives down that street.  When we passed, he said ‘Oh, why are there police cars in his driveway’.  I just remarked ‘What a coincidence that we would drive at the very moment that police cars where there at your friends house’.  Went to the car park, and he told me to look at the first bin, and he’d look in the second bin.  I found some really disgusting articles in that bin, I went to him, and there was nothing unusual other than your average day rubbish in his.  I pulled him over and showed him the bin I was looking in, and then we both left.  He told me to go a different route home. I said no, that we will go back the same way we came.  I looked at the street, and the police cars were gone.  When worked finished, I went back to the car park to check out the stuff we found.  I thought something was quite strange about that days events.  I just wanted to make sure what I suspected wasn’t right.  I went to look in the first bin I was at, and yep, I was right, the ‘disgusting’ articles had been removed.  The rest of the rubbish was there.  What was going on!  It had only been a few hours, and if the rubbish collector would have come, all the rubbish would be gone.  Two possibilities.  Either someone who had a weird mind would steal those articles, or the stuff was planted there for me to see, and then later removed for no one else to see.  I thought it was weird that I was told to take the “long” route to the car park and passing my bosses supposed friends house, there were police cars in his drive way, when we drove back, they weren’t there.  Coincidental?  Hrmm something was not right.
My boss was talking to me about possible drug use a few days later.  I told him not to do it, it was a stupid idea, and that I knew the consequences of it.  I don’t know what he did, but I started thinking about how awesome my life was going, had a great job, was in my own place, things were finally sorting itself out.  I began to go into left brain, ego thinking.  “Nothing” can hurt me!  I then chose to start taking speed, got involved in dancing, and went nightclubbing.  It then furthered into ecstasy use.  Although I TOTALLY forgot that I was anti-ecstasy, I tried it, and loved it.  Had some weird experiences though, I would look at my hand and thought it was quite strange that I had protruding things coming out of my palm, they were ‘fingers’.  I was analysing the most basic of lifes’ details.  I then went for a walk, and stood on a ledge, and looked down, no fear came over me.  My mind was just wandering in thought when I closed my eyes.  I opened my eyes and looked down again and I freaked.  Why on earth would I stand so close to the edge.  If I took an extra step I would have plummeted.  The drop was at least 5 meters and was close to huge drainage pipes.  I walked away, I decided not to use ecstasy anymore.

One night leaving a nightclub, a friend of mine and I went to get some food at the food court.  I turned around and I looked back, and there was a mobile phone right in front of me.  I looked at it and picked it up and said to my mate.  Hey did you see this before?  And he goes “nope”.  “Why don’t we take it and sell it” he said.  Ok I said.  I took the phone back to my place, but decided to return it to its owner.  I went through the whole list of names on the phone, the only one that stuck out was ‘MUM’ because it was in capital letters, unlike the other names.  There was no ‘dad’ mentioned.  Also it was the only number that was stored in the phone memory and not the SIM card.  So even if I swapped SIM cards, the phone would still retain that number.  So I decided to call that number to speak to this persons’ mother.  I rang the number, someone picked up and says “Hello, Ministry of Justice”.  I got a shock! I hung up the phone immediately.  What just happened?  I thought that this persons’ mother must work at the Ministry of Justice.  So I called back, explained the situation and no one there had a son or daughter that had lost their mobile phone.  So I decided to look at the names on the SIM card.  I decided to check the phone number before I rang the person, as the phone only showed the persons’ name not the phone number.  So I did a detailed view.  And skimmed through.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  Every phone name in on that SIM card had the SAME phone number, except the ‘MUM’ one.  What is going on!  So I just chose the first name, and rang it.  A guy answers the phone.  He says ‘Hello’.  I said ‘Hi are you Peter’ and he goes ‘Yes it is’.  I freaked.  I made that name up!  There was no ‘Peter’ in the SIM Card.  The name I chose was Aaron.  So something really strange was going on.  I decided to talk to him anyway and said ‘Hi well, your name was on a phone I found near a Nightclub, I just wanted to return it to its owner’.  There was silence and he said “Ok, well I only know one mate that has lost his phone, could be his.  Here is his home number”.  So I got the number off him.  I rang the bloke and he said “Hi, Im so glad you found my phone, do you mind dropping it off at my place?”.  I said “Sure no worries”.  I went over his house, quite strange, there was a parked minivan a few doors down, it was on the road.  There was no car in the driveway, however there was a car on the road in front of the house, the car had no number plates.  I knocked on the door, and he opened the door.  Asked me to come in.  Looked like your average clubber, nothing suspicious about it.  I handed him the phone and he pulled out his wallet and gave me some money as a reward.  I then mentioned to him about the “MUM” coincidence to see what he would say.  He did not say anything, just looked at nodded.  Strange.  Then I noticed a computer in the corner.  He said, hey do you know anything about computers, I really need a hand with mine, its playing up, I think someone’s hacked into it.  I thought this was rather weird.  Coincidently, my work was with computers, and I worked as a software/hardware technician to fix problems with computers.  I knew something was definitely fishy.  I said to him “Look, I have to go now, but you have my mobile number, call me another day so I can have a look at it”.  On the way home, I knew something was wrong.  I prayed to whoever is the true God to protect me, to stop any possible harm coming my way because I KNEW something was up.  I got out of the car to go inside my home, and my mobile phone dropped out of my pocket.  It smashed.  The numbers were stored on the phone, also, if this bloke tried to call me to get his computer fixed, he would not be able to reach me!  Wow, seems like God does answer prayers!
I mentioned this incident to my friends at the time, they laughed when I mentioned the ‘Ministry of Justice’ scenario.  I asked why they laughed, they did not tell me why.
I started to use marijuana more frequently, I would go by a friend of a friends house after a night out in the town, we’d all be smoking.  They stuck on some comedies, everyone cracked up laughing, I did too at times, other times I did not get the point of the jokes.  Then I asked the owner of the place “What’s his real name”, and he looks at me angrily and basically raises his voice “What; MY real name?” and I looked at him realizing what I said, but it wasn’t him who I was referring to.  It was the character on the comedy show.  After about 2 seconds, I gained composure and pointed to the TV, with a nervous tone, and said “no, him, the guy on the TV”, and the owner said “oh, yeh, his name is…”.  Anyway, I was upset and wondered why he reacted that way, it was quite strange, unless the name he used wasn’t his real name!  Interesting.  Then not long after that, another person rocks up to the house, lets himself in, and puts his bag on the table, turns around and sees me, and he freezes.  Its’ one of the nightclubs bartenders, the club we all go to.  I thought, what in the worlds name would he be doing here.  He then gestured to the owner of the house and they went into another room to talk privately.  I decided not to stay much longer so when the marijuana’s effect wore off, I left.
I then recalled on the way home, this bartender at the nightclub always comes up and starts small chat with a good friend of mine.  Although no one else talked to the bartender that was in our group.

We all went to a friends place one morning after a night in the town.  There was a new person that not many people knew, we all had got ecstacy and crushed it, and snorted it.  The person not many people knew had a video camera, she asked if she could record everyone for a documentary she was making.  A friend who we all knew, did not actually take any drugs that morning, he sat by the side looking at everyone.  I looked at him and he looked at me, and he smiled, winked and said to me “evidence”.  I freaked, but I had already taken the drugs.  This was insane.  A few days later I heard that the owner of the place took the video tape from the camera.  A few days later still there were two elderly people who went looking for the video tapes.  Coincidently, it wound up in my friends hands, the one that winked at me and said ‘evidence’.  He had them, he said he would get rid of them, I don’t know what to believe anymore.
(to be continued)

[Lion]

Then this girl appeared out of nowhere a few weeks later.  She was around 19 or so, I showed interest in her, she did not want anything to do with me.  A few weeks later, she re-appeared.  She was now a girlfriend of one of my friends.  She told everyone that she was from New Zealand, and that she came over a month or two ago to start a new life in Australia.  At times we would chat, we became good friends, however things started to go strange.  She would claim to be a user of drugs.  Yet when all of us would gather together, she would not use anything other than speed, and she always had her ‘own’.  When someone said ‘nah you should try this, its better’.  She would put it in a glass of water, and take about 1 hour to drink the whole glass.  Although I don’t know what was happening, I thought that drinking the water over an hour would have little, even no effect at all.  Other times she would be busy in conversations with text messages.  I asked her who they were too.  She said ‘oh they are from really good friends’. I said to her ‘I thought you told me you don’t know anyone here other than us’.  She looked at me and then looked at her watch and said ‘Oh, I gotta go, I have to be back at my place’.  Something did not seem right.
 
A few months later, I decided to give ecstasy one more try, I was offered two by the dealer, who at the time was the friend that the bartender would start small chatter with, and the friend that said ‘evidence’ at that persons place earlier on. I said that I only wanted one, he said not to worry, he only had one anyway, and that he would give me one later on, I thought it was quite strange.
 
Took the tablet, and I couldn’t believe what was happening, it was great!  So different to the others, NOTHING but complete joy.  I did not even have a come down.  I told him it was great.  He told me that it was government grade ecstasy, that its hard to find, and wondered if I liked it because he did.  I said of course, I want another one.  He said he would give it to me on new years that was coming up.  I said no worries.

[Lion]

December
 
One week before the new year, I was dancing, and many people would walk up to me and say ‘hey where are you spending new years’.  I said ‘here’.  They then said ‘ok no worries’ and walked off.  Strange I thought, why would they walk up to me and ask where I was partying, then walk off?  Either way, it did not bother me.
 
December 31st.  I was looking for my friend, I found him, and I asked him if I could have that tablet.  He said he’ll go find his dealer.  He came back and said ‘open your hand’.  I was like ‘why?’. And he said ‘so I can give you the tablet’.  I told him why would he do that, everyone could see, why not follow protocol of drug exchange?  He said why should I worry, no one has been caught before?  So anyway, because of the awesome feeling I remembered, I opened my hand, and his hand was about 15 cm above mine, and he dropped it.  Weird, I thought, were there just camera flashes as he was passing it on to me?  I shook my head, It must have been the strobe lights.  I then picked up something else.  The tablet was twice the size.  I questioned him on it and he said ‘oh…oh yeh, don’t worry, it because its twice as good as the last one’.  I said ‘oh even better’.  I put it in my mouth, and swallowed.  As I was swallowing, I felt it was very acidic, I questioned him about that, and he said ‘oh..oh yeh, Hrmmm I think it may be laced with LSD’.  I was phuming.  How could he do that to me!
 
Anyway, I decided to make the best of the night.  Someone came up to me and zapped me on the neck with an electrical zapper.  I blanked out and came too.  My reality had changed.  I started to go into ‘left brain thinking’ and started analysing everything.
 
I noticed a vast majority of people were wearing suits, and had sunglasses on.  Strange.  I then noticed these people had green and blue glow sticks.  When I arrived, I actually asked for blue, and they said they ran out of blue and green, and they only had a whole heap of red ones left.  I stood out like a sore thumb.  Not long after, someone came up to me with green glow sticks, and said ‘hey, do you mind if we swap, I asked for red glow sticks, and they said they did not have any, only blue or green’. I’m panicking, I go ‘what?’  Why on earth would they say that to him and not me.  I was getting paranoid for something so trivial, yet I couldn’t help wonder what was going on.
 
Then I hear gun fire.  It did not phase me much, because it was actually coming from the speakers.  But then I started thinking about stupid things that made no sense.  I was getting scared.
 
Not long after, I started to calm down, things were going back to normal.  I then noticed this tall blonde haired woman, probably around mind 20’s, wearing nothing but white.  She stood out more than I did.  Everyone was wearing dark clothes, except her.  She looked uncomfortable, but I did not think much of it.  I looked away, looked back, and she had her hand on her head.  She then showed me her hand.  Why would she show me her hand, why not anyone else.  It was covered in blood.  I panicked.  I wondered if someone threw something and it hit her on the head.  Someone came up to me at that point and said ‘Hey, you want to kill don’t you’.  I go, ‘what?’.  He repeated ‘I know you want to kill’.  I said ‘what are you talking about’.  He then said ‘I can see it in your eyes, you want to kill’. I freaked, why was this guy saying this to me!  I cornered myself on the stage, I was getting really thirsty.  Someone then placed a bottle of water next to me, it had no label.  I was thinking it was spiked, yet I was so thirsty.  I did not touch it.  My friends by this stage weren’t around, they had left me there by myself.  Some friends they were I thought.
 
Not long after that, people would come up to me, with the sunglasses and repeat ‘are you alright’.  At that same moment, they’d say it whilst lifting their glasses.  I was analysing everything.  My imagination started playing up, whilst on this drug, I was by no means to become creative.  I got worse.  I was caving in, and going into my own world.  All I remember was thinking ‘It will be over in the morning’, and that is when I sat in the fetal position for the rest of the night.
 
Eventually the morning came around.  It was the new year.  My friends came back, and said they’d take me home.  I went down stairs and saw this guy covered in blood.  It was a mixed reaction, I was concerned this guy seemed to be beaten up, yet he did not seem phased by it, because he was talking to the bouncer in a happy type way.  So I moved on.  Needed a drink.  Coke machine across the street had a ‘out of order’ sign.  I began to think ‘out of order?’, I laughed a bit, yes at the moment my mind seems out of order.  My friends and I were the only ones across the street, everyone else were outside the nightclub.  A good majority of people seemed to be pointing and laughing at me.  Paranoid.  I just want to go home.
 
On the way home, I noticed the new bus stop signs.  It was quite strange.  They were red text on black background.  The only three I remember were.
 
“At night we shine”
“You saw us coming”
“We’ve got you working day and night”
 
I was freaking.  The simple fact that the words “we” or “you” were being mentioned, I believed they were messages for me.  At the time I had no idea what they meant, but I knew they were for me.

[Lion]

A little later I recalled trying to analyse them.
 
“At night we shine” refered to me.  At night I shine, during the day I work, at night I take drugs.  Then later still I thought it meant the stars.  At night the stars shine.  Either way it made no sense.
 
“You saw us coming” referred to me believing I was being targeted.  Could “us” mean police?  I saw the police coming?  I now recall all the events that lead up to that night, and yes, now I realize, but of course because I did not dwell on things, and I knew I had nothing to hide, why should I be worried?
 
“We’ve got you working day and night” referred to when I had two jobs, the normal computer job, and the paper round at night.  Did not make a big deal though.
 
Then I went to my mates place, started watching TV, and the fireworks would be shown, and I started panicking again, the lights were affecting me.  Then not long after the fireworks, they’d zoom into the presenters, and they were indoors.  Yet they had sunglasses on! I freaked!  What in the world is going on.
 
So I was just sitting there, and another friend calls asking if I was alright.  He was the one who was dating the New Zealander.  He said he was coming over.  Him and his girlfriend arrived, when I saw her, I couldn’t help but think she was an undercover police officer.  I gave her a look and she froze when she saw me.  She told my mate she was going to wait outside.  A little while later, my mate then offered to take me back to his place to calm down a little more.  So I went outside and his girlfriend was standing by his car, and I said, you can take the front seat, I need to lay down in the back.  She was insisting I sat in the front seat.  I told her no, but she kept carrying on, what was the big deal!  We got to my mates place, and I laid down.  Then my mates girlfriend stormed out of the house carrying all her belongings.  I asked my mate what was going on, he said he did not know.
 
I couldn’t cope, I wanted to go home and face the music to my mum, and brothers.  On the way home, there was a picture of a dwarf, doing the heil Hitler sign, and above it were the words “WORLD LEADER”.  I then remembered that at the time I was using the nickname ‘dwarf’ and that I chose the nickname for loving the tv show ‘red dwarf’.  A sci fi series.
 
The drug still hadn’t worn off by now, it was about 3 days.  I went to the only doctor that was available in the area.  When I was driven there.  We turned onto the street.  It was on ‘Stalker’ street.  I panicked.  What is going on!
 
I sat down in the seats, and I was given a magazine.  It was a face with sunglasses drawn around the eyes of the person. I panicked.  I then looked at other magazines.  I walked around the whole room.  Every magazine had drawn sunglasses on the cover!  Oh boy this is too coincidental.
 
Walked into the surgery, and the lady doctor asked me what was wrong.  I explained the whole situation, and her face of concerned changed to disappointed.  She said ‘You have taken an LSD based drug. You will see messages in adverts and movies thinking they are referring to you’.  I was like ‘movies?’ then I said ‘well the advert thing is already bothering me’.  So she said she’ll prescribe me tranquilizers to calm me down.  I agreed.  Went to the chemist, and for some weird reason, a lot of people got out of their cars in unison, and went inside the chemist before I did.  Coincidently, they were all wearing sunglasses.  I was panicking.  I went inside, and I walked up to the counter, and said ‘Excuse me, can I please have this prescription filled’.  He looked at me and he said ‘Have you had anti-depressants before’.  I say ‘excuse me?  These are tranquilisers’.  He said ‘No, I’m sorry, but these are prescription for anti-depressants’.  I said ‘ok whatever, just give them to me’.  So I turned to walk out, and everyone seemed to have left the chemist.  I walked outside and they were all getting into their cars.  Very very strange.

[Lion]

On the way home, there was another poster on the bus stop.  It was a street sign that said “SAFER” and the name of the type of road was ”DVE”.  The photo was taken from underneath, the sign was behind the sky with clouds.  I mentioned this about how DVE meant DIVE.  The driver said it was about safer driving.  Ie DVE = DRIVE.  I said no, that DRIVE = DRV, and that is how it is spelt on normal street signs.  To him it meant drive, to me it meant dive.  When I noticed the way the shot was taken, ie it was in the sky.  To me it meant to dive off a building.  I was quite worried about this and even more so, when I came across another advert of a swimmer with black goggles on, which look similar to sunglasses, and the words behind him it said “why don’t you take a dive”.  It was getting worse when I remembered the movie “Vanilla Sky”.  When Tom Cruise chose his failsafe action, and to come out of the cryogenic type sleep, he had to dive off the building.  Crikey, if the drug was working 100%, I could have done that!  I’m still here though.  Thank God.  I saw many posters with similar themes.  Usually they had pictures of cameras with the words “shoot” behind them.  Average person thinks camera shot.  In my paranoid state of thinking it meant to “shoot” a gun.  Nothing but negativity.  It was insane!
 
Went home, and I took one anti-depressant.  Half an hour later, my world was a different place.
 
 
Anti-Depressant mixed with LSD
 
The tablet had kicked off the drug again, yet it was 3 times as bad as when in the nightclub.  It all seemed so ‘surreal’.  I knew what that word meant, and I was living it.  I started blaming everyone around me for putting me through this.  For my friend who gave me the tablet.  For my other friends who abandoned me.  For the doctor who lied to me and made it worse.  Yet I never blamed myself for taking the tablet.  Yeah that’s right, my responsibility.  If the police were involved with drugging me, they covered their bases.  They did everything to setup the situation, yet they did not cross the line into ‘breaking’ the law.  I stepped over and just took the bait.  It was my fault in the end, my fault alone.  This really hurt me.  Yet I still had no idea why it would be done to me.
 
As the anti-depressant was getting stronger, my body was getting heavy, it got to the stage that I couldn’t move.  Then I noticed sweat was pouring off me.  I was getting scared, I did not know what was going on.  Then for some reason, memories started surfacing.  Any memory, memories upon memories upon memories.  They seemed like air bubbles floating up through water and then burst as it reached the air at the top.  These memories were surfacing and when I remembered something bad I did, it was the ‘burst’.  An explosion feeling came over me, it was the negativity of the drug that was felt, a negative pinging sensation.  Oh no, I drank ALL the drink when I wanted a drink, not a little bit, I was selfish “BOOM”, the thought exploded into a physical reaction.  Oh no, I kissed the teacher on the cheek before going to class, everyone hated me “BOOM”, the thought exploded into another physical reaction.  Oh no I’ve written stories of trying to make police go into a different direction in creative writing stories regarding DNA “BOOM”, the thought exploded into a physical reaction.  It was going insane.  I couldn’t control the memories, everything good – disregard.  Everything bad – amplify.  I was convinced I was the most evil person on the planet.  Seemed like a truth serum of sorts.  I would tell my own family who were the only people I trusted, what I’ve done wrong in life.  It felt good to actually tell it.  If I lied, I felt a negative physical reaction, the pinging would take effect.  I could not lie!
 
They took me to the psychiatrist because of this.  I couldn’t lie, yet the only way to stop saying the truth was to keep my mouth shut.  I explained everything except the connection scenario.  For weeks on end, no psychiatrist could diagnose me.
 
I went to work before this though, I tried to work anyway, I couldn’t write properly, couldn’t structure sentences when writing.  I had received over 500 or so e-mails for people wanting help.  I couldn’t do it.  I was locked into my own thoughts.  At that time, the whole room filled with a bright light.  I wondered where the light was coming from.  I looked out the window, and there was this ute parked across the street, the back was facing where I was at.  There was this man, looking towards the house, and adjusting the rear window of the ute, at one stage, the brightness of the sun bounced off the window and hit my eyes, at that same moment too, the room filled with the bright light.  As the light hit my eyes, the drug kicked off again.
 
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it and it was that same guy!  What is going on!  He says ‘Hi is your mum home?’. I replied.  “Sorry, I don’t live here, I work here” and he said “oh sorry, do you mind if I speak to your mum”.  I replied with “I told you, I work here”.  He then said one more time “Oh sorry to bother you then, do you mind if I speak to someone else then, perhaps your mum?”.  I was ready to knock this guy out, then I thought I could get done for assault.  So I left, went got my boss, and he took over the handling the situation.

[Lion]

On the way home, from work, I noticed identical utes following me.  There were three of them, all dodging traffic on the freeway.  I was just hoping I would not get pulled over by the police due to driving under the influence.  Yet these utes seemed to corner me.  One in front and the other two on either side.  I slammed on the brakes, and pulled out of the formation.  Then as we went past a parked car on the freeway, which at the time seemed to be a Telstra car, my interior light went on!  It happened about 50 meters before passing the car.  Then about 50 meters past, the light turned off.  I was panicking!  I turned on the radio, and heard the traffic report.  Coincidentally, my usual route had a traffic accident, so I decided to take a different one.  To my surprise, there were Minivans everywhere on the route home.  I couldn’t help but remember the TV series “Stingers”.  They would all use the same type of minivans for surveillance operations.  Then I remembered the Minivan parked near the house where I returned the mobile phone.  Oh no, they are really trying hard aren’t they!  I had to compose myself.  I had to not think about it.  Then an advert came on the radio.  It was an advert on a product to make cakes.  It was a type of pre-mixture in a tube that has caramel to be squeezed on top of the icing.  However even though this was mentioned, I couldn’t help but analyse everything, even this silly little advert.  It went similar along the lines of this:
 
“Give, your mum the tube with caramel in it for her to make a cake, would not you like your mum to make you a beautiful cake, she would be able to squeeze the last drops out of it, and wipe the last bit of with her finger and put it in her mouth, swallowing, feeling proud at what she has done for you, just like a mother should? Buy “so and so” and allow your loved one to make you the most amazing cake!”  Then the jingle started playing.  The simple fact that the word “mum” was used tied me to the events of that day when that guy came to my door.  He kept repeating the same thing over and over.  But I couldn’t help but feel utterly disgusted at what was happening.  I quickly switched radio stations, and the jingle was playing at the same spot on the other station.  Quickly change again, and AGAIN, the jingle was playing on the other station.  WHAT IS GOING ON!  When I got home, I did not want to talk to anyone, no one believed me.  Everything was so messed up.  I decided to quit work, and never went back.
 
I did tell them though that I was late due to a traffic blockage on my usual route home.  They told me there was no problems with traffic anywhere.  I checked on the internet, and they were right, there was no traffic problems on my usual route.  That was very weird, but under my circumstances, it seemed like a normal day for that week.
 
My brother who was overly concerned, told me if I wanted to go get something to eat.  I told him I needed to go to the bank, to get some money out.  He asked me how much I should have in there, I said I should have around 200 to 250 dollars.  Went to the ATM, and withdrew 20 dollars.  I looked at the remaining balance.  It was $666.25.  WHAT IS GOING ON!  I showed my brother the receipt, and he looked at me and said “what, so now you think you’re the devil”.  I responded to him “No, but probably everyone else does!”.  He started yelling at me and cursing at me.  I kept onto the receipt though.  I showed it to a cousin, he looked at me, and was probably the only one who believed me to some degree, he totally backed off at the time when I showed him the receipt.
 
This simple connection of 666 to the “WORLD LEADER” to Dwarf to me, began to make sense.  For a long time I would believe I was the devil in the flesh.  How could things go so wrong.
 
A while later, I went home and decided to watch tennis, what could possibly go wrong here, it’s a sport.  Little did I realize, that of course, during major sporting events, there are heaps of advertising.  First thing I noticed was the KIA logo.  The logo had the A without the horizontal bar.  So basically it looked like to L’s joined at the top.  IE “kill”.  I panicked.  Then the camera was zooming into the players as they hit the ball, I couldn’t see what was in front, only what was in the distance.  On the wall behind both players was the word “SKILLED”.  At times, the “S” would be removed and left “KILLED”.  Oh for crying out loud!
 
I was getting very annoyed.  I then remembered that there was still problems with the digital transmission, a few white lines would go across the screen of analog TV’s.  Before I heard this, I knew something was fishy.  All it did was induce paranoia.  I then watched the new a current affair show.  The presenter had one wonky eye, the background was in reds.  The first story was about an exorcism.  I linked it all together, and thought.  This is hell on earth.  Not long after that, the show went back to normal, with the usual presenter.
 
Things now started to believing I was the devil in the flesh.  This was insane!