Back To Normal, Paranormal-Wise

I haven’t reported on any more bedquakes or strange bits of memories in over a month. THEY seem to have dropped me off their schedule again.

And so back to ‘normal life’ for me!

This is how it seems to go. For what its worth, most of the ‘flaps’ occur in the summer, so this fits the pattern. The last one I had was February and March about 3 years ago– I think? Hmmm. I’ll have to look it up, but it was while I lived at the White Gables apartment. Gerick had one that started the 6 months before we moved and seemed to have followed him to Windy Firs– but it didn’t revolve around me at all.

That’s also interesting– different abductees/experiencers may witness one another’s anomalies but not be directly included. However, sometimes it overlaps and one group of aliens will take everyone at once. I notice that only seems to happen for super secret ‘meetings’ where we discuss the future– and I can NEVER remember any pertinent information!

But then again… nothing actually seems to happen. They get us all worked up expecting something obvious, and we just wait and wait and wait. I think the only time I was told something and remembered subconsciously had to do with the financial craziness that devastated middle and rural America (to this day, mind you…) They told us to get out or we’d be stuck. We barely managed to make it before the crash happened, and we ended up homeless and camping out on people’s sofas for a few months. SCARY. But some part of me seemed to have recalled the economic part of the message, because I got OBSESSED with learning about economics, which is something I have no natural interest in.

Obsessions– I’ll be talking more about those soon while I get back on track finishing my recollections of alien contact. For now, though, I’m just reporting that nothing at all is going on. I don’t know what the abductions were about late spring/early summer… my health wasn’t affected. I gained no new obsessions. It was more than a one-time check-up thing, though. I was being taken maybe 2 to 3 times a week there for a few weeks. My sleep was for shit. And I have only a few seconds of memory from two abductions to show for all of it.

Damnably frustrating! The most interesting part of my entire life is hidden from me! At Spiral’s End: What’s Left After the Paradigm Shatters is the personal paranormal blog of a woman that follows not only current odd events in her life, but recounts incidents from her past, including lifelong alien abductions, encounters with ghosts and other spiritual beings, and premonitions from either waking visions or dreams. She reacts and speculates about the deeper meaning behind these incidents and wonders– what is the ultimate reality or intelligence behind it all?