Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Not too long after, an extremely curious event occurred which demonstrated this "blocking." I had been reading abduction cases, trying to sort it all out and come to some idea about the nature of the interaction, how controls of abductees might be put in place and utilized, and how the "emotional feeding" or "uploading or downloading" of information to or from the abductee took place. I had the idea that it was partly technological through implants, but I also realized from some of the descriptions of abductees that there was something much deeper to this issue than met the eye. It was in asking this little series of questions that a very strange thing occurred.
It seems that I was moving into areas that the STS controllers did not want to discuss, and they exerted extra "blocking energy" to halt the receiving of answers. The C's said "Channel wavering..." The reader will see, later on, that similar events occurred when Ark pressed for certain information that could not possibly be construed to violate free will, but which obviously approached subject matter that was directly concerned with the control system and how it operated directly on human beings. They couldn't send a lie through, but they could block transmission by static discharge through Frank. The Powers that Be clearly did not want us to learn how this process worked, and I have thought since then that if we had learned this at that point in time, it would have been indicative of how Frank himself operated in vectoring our thoughts, as well as blocking the transmissions from the C's on occasion. A couple of days later, a friend of mine was present for the session. There is a long story about her that goes in a direction that is not pertinent to the current issue except to say that Frank rapidly developed an extreme distaste for her presence and spent many, many hours ridiculing her simple approach to life, which included a naturally giving nature. (And here I want to note that "simple" does not relate to intellect in the case of V**, but rather the fact that she was a person who was direct and wore her heart on her sleeve. You never doubted where you stood with her, and that directness was threatening to Frank.) Nevertheless, on this particular evening, she and I had been playing around with board for a few minutes to see if the C's would say anything before Frank arrived. He came in the house without knocking (as was usual), almost out of breath as if he had been in a big hurry, and he walked in on us doing this. It was evident from the look on his face that he was angry. He rapidly regained his composure and sat down at the board and the following message came out:
Well, since he said it so often and with such conviction, perhaps it was so? In any event, we went through some personal issues, the C's came across as rather "irritated" which was not inspiring to say the least, but eventually the energy of Frank's anger dissipated, and he finally settled into his bored "half-sleep." And it was at this session that the remark about getting on the internet was made. The curious thing about it was that, even though they had insisted repeatedly that they did not wish to discuss "personal matters," my question about a dream I had was not considered to be "personal!" Whatever it was that was "skewing" the reception at that point, melted and talking about the dream was encouraged. In retrospect, it's easy to see that the Controllers wanted to see what I had dreamed, if it was of any significance, but the result was that by removing their blocking efforts, the C's were able to tell me something of great significance: to get on the internet, and that my life would change suddenly and dramatically.
As the reader may have guessed, my computer really wasn't up to doing the internet in any big way. It was already several years old, and this was 1994, remember? It was a Packard Bell 386 with two 40 megabyte hard drives. I couldn't install any software because the floppy drive wasn't working. Based on this advice, I broke down and called the repair guy who worked out of his home. He came by a day or so later, and discovered that our youngest child had inserted a business card into the floppy drive. After all, it was a nice slot just sitting there, and she knew I was always inserting things in it, so why couldn't she? I laughed with relief that it wasn't serious, and told him that she had also recently inserted a peanut butter sandwich in the VCR. Thankfully, there was no peanut butter on the business card! So, there I was finally; two days before Christmas. Have computer, will travel! With an AOL free trial diskette in my hand, I was ready to rock and roll! I was going to change my life suddenly and dramatically! I was ready! Enough of this nonsense! Let's find out what's going on out there in cyber land! I followed the directions (keeping in mind that my computer was, at this point, merely a glorified word-processor) and soon found myself in the world of America Online. The only thing I could figure out how to do was check out some chat room where they were discussing channeling and the paranormal. It didn't look too promising, and I didn't have time to do more than introduce myself and sign off. I had Christmas preparations to take care of. What was more, my best friend was in the hospital and I wanted to spend some time with her as soon as I had the holiday matters under control. The following day, Christmas Eve, after rushing around all day, baking and cleaning, I borrowed my ex's truck to drive to the toy store to pick up the bicycles that they were holding for me until Christmas Eve. I was going to fetch them home and conceal them under a cover in the back yard, and then drive to the hospital to visit Sandra and take her some things to cheer her up. While waiting at the intersection to make a left turn onto my street, I was struck from the rear by a guy who said that I was NOT there. And frankly, even though my eyes were on the big side view truck mirrors that show everything in the rear, I didn't see him either. Since he never "saw" me, he never slowed down. It would be three years before I recovered from the injuries received in the accident. But in a way, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Indeed, my life changed suddenly and dramatically.
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