This is what I get for being a nice
guy. I gave someone who seemed down and out some money for food and the like.
He granted me three witches. Damn, now I’m pronouncing it like he did.
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“I’ll grant you three witches.”
I burst out laughing. “Three
witches, that’s a new one. What would I do with three witches?”
“I mean it,” he said. “I just have
trouble with my i-s-h-es. I grant you three,” and he replied slowly. It still
came out, “witches.”
“Listen Mister, whatever your name
is,” I answered. “You don’t have to grant me anything. You looked like you
needed a few bucks. It’s no big deal.”
“Crazy bugger”
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I played the game. Guess what? I got two that worked out okay; this third
one, teleportation, I never contemplated
the consequences. The government wants me for a science experiment. They’re
hunting me down.
How was I to know that no matter
where I went, or how I got to wherever, there was a disruption, a detectable
anomaly, like a submarine under the ocean. Now I’m on the run, a fugitive from
science.
When they came to me the first time
I wasn’t sure what was going on. Neither were they. They were polite and asked
me to come to a lab in California.
As I mentioned, they were nice
enough, that is until I said I wanted to leave. They drugged me and assumed
that would hold me. That’s when I found out that all I had to do was mentally
wish. Up until that point I spoke my wish aloud, albeit quietly.
I got out of there by the skin of
my teeth after hearing a doctor mention brain surgery. I was not going to be
some ones lab rat. I know that they
know, and they know that I know they know.
Santa Fe was nice for a week until I saw the
unmarked military freighter land at the airport and taxi to a remote location. It’s
a small airport. I know a C130 when I see one. Three Tahoes rolled off. It was
time to go.
I wondered where was the safest
place to hide? Why not the Space Station?
Those guys wouldn’t say squat. They would get grounded for life if they
ever said there was an alien on board. Alien, that’s what they called me.
Wrong!
Two days later I overheard Vandenberg
telling the captain that a military bird would be launched from the deep space
flight center.
It was back to earth. I felt like a
criminal. I’m glad I asked for language fluency in all languages. I can be
anywhere and converse like a native. I went to New Jersey.
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I discovered by conducting a number
of searches on Google that biometric observation was more insidious than
imagined. Retinal imaging combined with facial recognition was pervasive. Many
of the large malls had them installed. They were tied into police HQ, they were
tied into the FBI and other agencies. The transponders in all vehicles could be
used as a tracking device. Sure the GPS and cell phones were also dead
giveaways, but most people had no idea about these other technologies.
BTW using certain key word searches
were also beacons that were passed on to these agencies. That I guessed. I made
my searches in different parts of the country never staying in one place too
long or returning.
I will admit I had to steal food, clothing
and some money from a bank. But I did it after hours and never took more than I
needed. It was a lonely life. I couldn’t
endanger anyone else. That was my reward for being a nice guy.
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Currently I’m in a Tibetan
monastery in the mountains of New
York. The monks there take care of me and I cook and
clean for them. I spoke to the head monk. I explained the situation to him. He
just smiled as if he knew what I was talking about. I know it can’t last but for now it gives me
a breather. I can contemplate what and to where my next move should be. One more
body in a temple is not a give away. But I didn’t want to endanger my host
either.
Over the few months I was there,
one female monk, Shree, became my close friend. She had no idea of my
situation. One day she asked me why I was there. She said, “You’re on the run.
You’re not a criminal. That I can tell. Besides, the master would never harbor
a criminal. What’s your story?”
I told her the whole thing. She
laughed.
“I’m not making it up,” I said as
we walked along the inner border of the temple. She was beautiful even bald.
She radiated something.
“Why stay in this existence,” she
asked?
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it. You’ve been
sitting in on the lectures. You appear to have a deeper
grasp of the truth than most.” She stopped and
looked around. “I have to go. I’ll see you soon.”
She left me there wondering what
that was all about. I was about to go chasing after her. I heard the sound of
rotary wing aircraft. They never flew here. I guessed someone had tipped my
hand, possibly a jealous monk? We’re all human after all, no matter how hard we
strive.
This
existence? I wondered. Then it hit me. “I wish I could be 1 hour in the
future.”
The temple was still there. I guessed
that wasn’t going to work, damn.
She came back from the direction
she had departed. She was smiling.
“I see you understood my words.”
“What are you talking about? I’m
still here.” I pointed to the temple and
the monastery.
“Yes you are,” said another voice.
It was the gentleman I gave the money to, the three witches guy.
There was no sound of helicopters.
The End