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It spelled out, in just a second or two,
"Y-O-U-K-N-O-W-M-E-B-O-R-I-S" and then stopped. We were spooked to
say the least, but I still had the presence of mind to ask it:
"What's your name?" after which it whipped around again, indicating
with frantic speed another long alphanumeric string that ended with
6-6-6.

And then it stopped again, completely
still.

My friend had had enough. He took the
planchette, turned it over three times in his hands and then put it
and the board away.

"Yeah, we're done now," he said, and would
refuse to talk about it ever again.

I remember this incident every so often, and
it still troubles me for a number of reasons I'm sure you can
deduce. I swear this really happened to me, just exactly as I've
here described, in every detail.

Needless to say, this forever changed my
perception of the world. From that point on, I had no more question
of whether or not ghosts and spirits existed or if there was any
validity to claims made of the existence of paranormal phenomena,
and anyone who would try to tell me otherwise was a damned
liar.

And there would be people who would judge me
for believing differently, and I would have to get used to not
giving a shit.

I do not, cannot care if someone held
strongly-worded opinions to the contrary, in fact those people were
to be considered the most dangerous, and there would be a number of
these people who would try to convince me of what was possible and
what was not. I had had an experience and no one could tell me
otherwise.

This spirit of conviction and rebelliousness
would build upon certain characteristics already incubated in
childhood. And then I found out about MKULTRA and the Bohemian
Grove and the horrifying events that took place at the Franklin
Credit Union in Nebraska; these are things that are true and
well-documented, and when that bigger picture finally falls into
place for a person, another irreversible change takes place. A
sense of urgency is born when you discover something truly
monolithic and evil at the core that rules the world and you know
for certain that it must at all costs be mitigated before it
literally enslaves everybody. The scope of the evil is
all-pervasive, and it is rich and powerful beyond imagining, and in
its face you are as nothing. Desperation beckons. Something
must
change.

It was necessary for me to believe in
fantastic scenarios, in order to avoid becoming resigned to violent
revolution; the call to action couldn't be ignored, but the
solution with which I had not yet been presented needed to meet
certain deal-breaker conditions: I could not allow myself to commit
the same evils as those I sought to oppose.

security through obscurity

In security engineering, security through
obscurity (or security by obscurity) is the reliance on the secrecy
of the design or implementation as the main method of providing
security for a system or component of a system

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Security_through_obscurity

I was five, maybe six years old when my
mother first told me about COINTELPRO, JFK and certain 'dark
dealings' that made her leave San Francisco in the 70s. She told me
about Black Panther meetings where non-violence was standardly
preached and plans carefully rehearsed to avoid any aggressive
confrontation, only to have protests disrupted by strange dudes
showing up from out of nowhere and provoking the police to
violence, and then the dudes would be found to have been working
for the cops, and so I was able to go through life from a young age
without that perceptual filter of unquestioning trust in the
goodness of Government and Authority.

I have above recounted why I no longer held
high regard for Consensus or Conformity. I would continue to
discover, on a very regular basis, just how fabulously different
from the common description of reality my experience would be.

Another time, a friend had shown me their
'alien implant'; it was a lump just under the skin above the crook
of the elbow, was about the same size and shape as a grain of rice,
and had shown up under unusual circumstances. As one might imagine,
this threw gasoline on my fire and I became obsessed trying to find
out anything that was known about 'alien implants'—I still thought
at that time that it was all about aliens. Ahh, youth.

As luck would have it, the internet shortly
became a thing and I then had access to an unparalleled source of
invaluable information and total nonsense and no reliable way to
tell the two apart, and spent a handful of years sifting through a
constantly-growing mountain of nearly-useless anecdotal
evidence.

It was during this search for actionable
information regarding implanted technologies and how to
decommission them that I found my perfect solution to the
impossible problem; I found a website that gave me information that
actually worked to disable the things, and it was on this same
website that I was first exposed to the idea of orgonite. It was
magnets for the implants, in case you're wondering; powerful
neodymium magnets, placed over the site with the North face against
the skin and left on for three days. I wish you good luck in
dealing with the consequences, if you should decide to go that
route.

plausible deniability

Best Answer: It simply means that a person
can claim, and expect to be believed based on the circumstances,
that they didn't do whatever it is that is being discussed.
plausible means believable and deniability means the ability to
deny, to claim you didn't. plausible deniability=the ability to
claim you didn't do something (even though you did) and have people
believe it.

https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20130221011517AAGeBnT

As a fan of the writings of William S.
Burroughs, I was familiar with the concept of orgone energy and had
heard a little about Dr. Wilhelm Reich; in the summer of 2000, I
came across the picture of an orgonite device on the internet for
the first time and felt an immediate and unexplainable sense of
recognition. I did nothing about it at the time and promptly forgot
about it.

Several years later, in the summer of 2006, a
friend told me about chemtrails. At that time unemployed, I had the
opportunity to examine their claim—that fleets of airplanes were
spraying strange substances into the sky that would alter the
weather. I spent a full month every day sitting outside watching
the sky and the planes and saw exactly what my friend had been
talking about.

In the middle of a beautiful, cloudless sky,
two or three planes would begin along the southern horizon and go
back and forth toward the north laying down a series of parallel
lines, then followed by a number of intersecting lines running
east-west, to form a gridwork overhead. Over the course of a couple
hours, the trails would spread out and bleed into each other,
forming a single continuous sheet overlaying the entire sky from
horizon to horizon and would last for about three days. If standard
cruising altitude for airliners is around 30,000-40,000 feet, then
the canopy would have been somewhere around 20,000 feet. I'm
telling you, I watched that shit closely for a good while.

Concerned, I returned to the internet to find
out more, and there rediscovered the orgonite device and the
bizarre claims that went with it. To this day, I still can neither
confirm nor deny most of what is said about it, beyond my own
personal experience. There were bizarre things that happened for
which I have no explanation, there were suspicious things that
happened with odd timing, and there were things that happened for
which I have only probable causes; I will constrain myself here to
events which cannot be reasonably argued against, unless noted
otherwise.

These were things that happened, in
sequence:

In the late 90s, cell-towers popped up
everywhere. Everywhere.

At the same time, the major airlines all went
bankrupt and were consolidated. Immediately after their
'refitting', nearly every plane in the sky started leaving the
persistent trails; people around the world began to notice these
unusual trails in the sky and some people claimed they were getting
sick from them. Everybody started going crazy with 9/11.

I have my own beliefs about what was
happening clandestinely in the world arena, but one thing that was
definitely happening concurrently was the synchronous proliferation
of a certain practice of crystal-waving tree-huggery known as
'orgonite gifting'. Somehow, people had started spreading orgonite
around at nearly the exact same time the chemtrails appeared en
masse. How convenient!

The observant reader may notice a touch of
sarcasm in the writing; it is my coping mechanism for having to
swallow a pill of this girth.

The idea was this: that the chemtrails
interacted with transmissions from cell-tower antennae, and that a
small block of orgonite, if placed near one of these towers, would
hijack its transmissions and burn a hole through the chemtrail-haze
to the blue sky directly above that tower.

This was something that didn't rely on
interpretation or wishful thinking—this was prove or disprove. So I
tried it out. I picked three towers in a triangle several miles
apart, made several of the devices and took them to the towers,
planted them in the grounds nearby and waited. For several weeks
running, every day when the planes would do their thing and the sky
would be covered over with the low-hanging chemtrail-induced haze,
there would appear three clear spots in the haze directly above
those three towers. And the same would happen the next day, and the
day after that, and then again.

In case the reader has missed the
significance of that previous statement, I'll make it again, for
the record: there would appear three clear spots in the haze
directly above those three towers. Repeatedly.

I was convinced enough; riding the city bus,
friends' borrowed cars and my bicycle, I distributed orgonite to
every cell-tower I could find. I canvassed the entire town and much
of the county; I took orgonite to the islands and along the
Interstate; I took it with me climbing mountains and sent it
through the mail to friends out of state.

So, I guess you could say I got pretty
obsessive about it for a while.

I became familiar with the look of the
towers' effects upon the chemtrail-clouds. Someone had posted a
photograph online entitled "Visible antenna transmissions", and it
was of a hillside covered in the familiar spiky antennae with the
sky above cut into regular waves of a rippled texture, and was
speculated to be the effects of heat-distortion. I would recognize
this pattern and became quite familiar with it very quickly.
Eventually I would discover that I could trace these patterns back
and they'd lead me to find towers that had remained hidden or were
left off the industry maps. Some of them would be camouflaged
remarkably well. It took me a couple years and I have to assume
that I missed a few but, considering just how much of the stuff I
tossed around, I figure I should have gotten some to within the
recommended half-mile proximity to every tower in town. I
grid-gifted this place. Hmph.

confirmation bias

Confirmation bias refers to a type of
selective thinking whereby one tends to notice and to look for what
confirms one's beliefs, and to ignore, not look for, or undervalue
the relevance of what contradicts one's beliefs

http://skepdic.com/confirmbias.html

I don't know why I felt so motivated to carry
out this clandestine littering campaign, other than the vague hope
that it might in some way contribute to the fight for good, by the
means that had become available to me. I didn't have a lot of
money, and I didn't know influential people; I did have a bicycle
and forty bucks for a can of fiberglass resin. I went shop-to-shop
asking for their leftover swarf and picked quartz pebbles up off
the ground. It was almost too easy.

I've tested the stuff with various
multimeters, a tri-field meter, and a number of scopes. I found
that it would block microwave radiation leaking from the little
oven on my kitchen counter, but then so did any large piece of
metal. Not being able to measure anything significant about
orgonite in a reliable way has been disappointing.

I believe in ghosts and I've had some
profound paranormal experiences; still, in the back of my mind, I
cannot help but to harp on the fact that all of it could have been
hallucination, misinterpretation or wishful thinking. I have always
been aware that it could all be dismissed with orthodox
interpretations. I did not then, and do not now, care.

Since getting up to this nonsense, I haven't
seen a return to the ominous, low sheeting haze that used to cover
the town for three days at a pop back in the late 90s. The spraying
still goes on—like I could do anything about that—but doesn't seem
as effective as it might be otherwise. If the canopy is sprayed out
over the bay and then moved inland over my gifted areas, it will
start to burn away quickly (yes, beginning directly above my gifted
areas) but these observations are my guesswork, all based on my own
personal understandings. I think I have a pretty good idea of how
it all fits together, but then of course I would, right?

During my 'gifting' period, I tried telling a
few people I knew about what I was doing—it was unavoidable, having
roommates and the manufacturing-process being extremely smelly and
messy—and very quickly learned to keep my mouth shut on the matter.
I lost several so-called friends to vicious gossip and discovered
how alienated I really am from my peers. Every time I opened my
mouth about it, someone would suggest a tinfoil hat, or worse. It
has been a mixed experience, and I still occasionally doubt whether
or not I was actually doing anything. I had so many (soooooooo
many) weird experiences while involved with it, though, that I have
to believe it probable.