Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 16
I still haven't fully recovered from the trauma of the near death of my daughter. I knew, at that point, just how down and dirty the attacks could get. The realization that an "agent" could appear anywhere, at any time, under any guise, had been, up to this point, something of an abstract idea. I now understood what the C's had meant when they said:
And the last remark about being "in contact with those who provide advice and data" is clearly meant to refer to Ark as much as the C's themselves. Indeed, we had suffered attacks before Ark entered the picture, but the forces of the Matrix went into overdrive afterward - mainly to prevent us from being together. And here, an explanation for how this worked was being proposed: that certain individuals with a certain FRV, were susceptible to being programmed and utilized as "decoys" or "Agents of the Matrix. Over and over again we had told the children that there were "forces" out there that were going to be targeting them, that they needed to operate at the highest awareness level possible. We told them that they needed to examine their friends and relationships and keep always in mind that people would be brought into their lives whose intent was to do them harm. They revolted against this idea. It was "unthinkable" for them to hold suspicions about their "friends." They were sure that we had just simply gone over the edge. Within the next three months, despite my pleas for her to be more careful, my eldest daughter had two more accidents, making a total of three in an 11 month period. The third one totaled her car, and if it had not been a Volvo, she would not have survived. She was hit broadside, on the driver's side, by a man who ran a red light. He claimed that he "fell asleep" at the wheel. I had been hit by so many shocks in so short a period of time that I was simply not able to assimilate and deal with all of it. Both girls came to a hard realization that it wasn't a joke, and they struggled with cognitive dissonance. Naturally, they wanted us to give up what we were doing so they could have a "normal life" like all their friends. We tried to explain to them that we loved them, and because we loved them, because we were concerned about not only their future, but the future of everyone else's children, we could NOT give up our work. We told them that one day they would understand, even if they didn't now. The real solution was for them to understand the level of vigilance that was necessary and to undertake to employ it. They resented that. They wanted to have a "normal life," to have fun, to not have to worry about "agents of the Matrix" around every corner. And that was perfectly understandable. They were both upset with us, and later they both decided that safety lay in distance and they moved out on their own. I made an appointment with an insurance agent and purchased large insurance policies on each of my children and announced out loud as I put them in the safe: "Okay, you sons-of-bitches! Touch another one of my kids and every damn dime will go to expose you for what you are." And I meant it. Hell and High Water had come, and we had survived.
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