RECAP

There was an ALIEN SIGHTING in Berks County PA around October 2021. I was asked to attend. As it happened in the upper room of the cottage here where I reside.

I had been living with surveilled electronic devices–computer, cell phone, tablet, et cetera, cameras, mikes, as my extremely aged father is a control freak with nothing on his hands. And I dont know who else, he worked on top secret projects in his employed years. At one point I thought he was British SS or something like that.

So, I witnessed something I shouldn’t have and my doctor stopped providing a med that, at that time, I depended upon for my life, or so I thought. The tension escalated. One night I took the bull by the horns and started disconnected all my electronic equipment (which is very important to me as I live by this blog and by email and by texting. I don’t go out much and don’t know anybody locally.) I did it very gently, slowly, and carefully. Section by section. Then, things started heating up. Particularly, the light in the bathroom. It appeared to start glowing yellow. I was a little confused as I don’t understand that sort of thing, I thought there was somekind of water heater outside below the window, as I sit here looking at the bathroom I realize that that is not the case. The water heater is downstairs, inside, in the kitchen sink area. I think I was thinking of the oil supply tank that feeds the lovely oil stove heater downstairs. There are two lights in the bathroom, one of them is a heat lamp for when you step out of the shower. I was in a heightened state of awareness that night from being off the Clozaril for several weeks. I was not psychotic. The thoughts I was thinking led directly from the thoughts I always think when I am on the medication.

Suddenly I became aware of the alien. I was scared, but not scared to death.

I have already written this out.

So much happened during about a month surrounding this time and think that is all captured in this blog from that time a year and a half ago. If not, there is no help for it as I do not remember it. I remember some but not all and it would be impossible to drag it all out again. My father may have some of it on film.

At one point I made a long speech about EVE and how every mother in every family takes a shine off of EVE and if there is too much abuse or tension she starts bleeding EVE’s light in a dangerous way. That’s not exactly it but, as I said, I can’t remember.

Parts of what happened are extremely private. It was just something that had to happen to me after the life I had led. And ultimately it has proved survivable. Almost. Not long to go. I long to be there again! Parts of it. But, only if I could step out again and be here, safe and sound.

So, anyway, that night I broke up all the electronic equipment, throwing it on the stone floor downstairs here in the cottage, everything from the printer/scanner/copier/fax to the innocent paper shredder. I dumped all the paper shreds like confetti.

This place was such a filthy mess that it was a necessary cleansing of so many souls. My son had stayed here during a bad time for a few years before I moved in. My Grandmother from England had also lived here. Ian’s cats are still here with me now.

Ages ago my mother used to lock the cats up in here if she got angry at them. It was all reorganized and refurbished for my Grandmother. It is a 250-year-old building with a cement floor downstairs and a wood floor upstairs.

So. my father was so furious at what I did that he wouldn’t let me come home from the hospital. I don’t know if it was the noise in the middle of the night or the destruction. I can’t even remember now, but there was just a ton of stuff, ending with finding a gun behind the small refrigerator unit downstairs, probably a fake one of Ian’s. The place needed it. But my father was terribly upset.

After that I was in the hospital for about 9 months.

That part of the story I won’t recap now but when I got out, I found that some of the clean up had been done, mostly just looting.

I dove in and it took me about 3 weeks to clean up and clear things out and my father gave me the thrilling excitement of a budget to remove all the 40 year old furniture in here, tear out the old rugs and buy everything new to completely make over the space. I did that for about a month but then he pulled the plug where it came to having to do some rewiring to plug in the stove. After that I was just waiting and waiting and forgot that I was waiting.

So, now I am waiting on …. what comes next because he is still not moving on that and it has been about 4 months.