La Camisa Negra

COVID started 100 years after the end of the Spanish flu epidemic in 1919.

Did this 2005 summer hit in... Spain by, Colombian singer Juanes (How do you pronounce Wuhan?) of his 2004 released album Mi Sangre predicted COVID?

Watch the video carefully. Driving in one of those wood decorated station wagons that reminds of a coffin. A short, old, guitar player looking a bit Latino, a bit Asian, sitting on a chair, playing for nobody and the two skinny dancers. Dancers, who seem like being in a trance, or ill, moving like cats and looking like Ancient Egypt cat goddess Bastet.

A wave starts from the old man's guitar and from there it starts spreading around in town. Whoever is touched, gets caught in a time loop repeating over and over the same gestures. 

Then the wave reaches a corner of a street and starts going backwards... erasing all the people that have been touched the first time. What it seemed a low budget, novelty Latino video, it suddenly turns near the end, when nobody pays conscious attention no more in a twilight zone style. (What's hanging on the mirror of his car?). It was only then when i realized the video is not so low budget, with the space bending effect of the wave and the message not so banal.

This is the moment when the wave reaches the corner of the street, with four logos reflecting in a window, a horseman, and it turns backwards and starts sweeping everybody, ending back in the big ROUND hole of his guitar.

Lyrics. Not speaking Spanish, they first seemed usual to me. Bla bla bla "amor" "pena" "duele", "moribundo" "difunto" "Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor". Ok, a bit morbid. For some reason kept remembering it over the years. Can't remember how many times i posted links to it.

The controversy with black shirts in Italy (a nazi symbol there).

Here is a bilingual version.

I wear the black shirt.
Today my love is mourning.
Today I have a regret weighing my soul
And it's the fault of your witchcraft.
...
For drinking from the evil venom of your love,
I was left dying [lit. moribund] and full of pain.
I breathed of that bitter smoke from your goodbye
And since you left all I have left is...

Again our ignorance playing tricks on us. Why i kept playing this song over and over again without understanding the lyrics?

A bat laying upside down. La camisa negra. The bat wraps in his own wings to sleep upside down.

Kept thinking. Is it possible? Juanes, Wuhan. How do you pronounce Wuhan in Chinese? That's it. 

But is is possible? 14 years after the song was first released? And what all the connections mean. Prophecy? Threat? Precursor? Was it mass suggestion causing all this? Was it an accompanying manifesto?

If we were to follow the prediction of the song, we know the vaccine may be the only way out of this "engram" as COS (Church os Scientology) would say, but remember. The wave in the end is caught back inside the guitar.

(No) need to say. I think i met with the man or the actor. Some ten years after reaching success, fattened, slow and getting in my way as a customer rep at Fry's in Wilsonville. Me, stunned by the smoke at home. I think it was after i bought that guitar, also at Fry's.

An article in Romanian press caught my eye today. A woman looking ill on a sofa with a cat nearby. Cat has access to the pillows where she sleeps. Then i wrote a whole thread on fb about what i think. Following, the pasted fb thread. I don't believe i added in any of those comments the fact that toxoplasmosis nowadays is treatable with antibiotics including with azithromycin. A few years ago when i looked last time it still wasn't.

Here is a thread i wrote on fb showing the possible route of transmission of T gondii between cats and humans. All it takes it for the cat to eat a wild animal to get infected.

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Cineva a observat epidemia de poze de pisici pe fb? Există o creștere a numărului de pisici de companie ca urmare creșterii numărului de poze și video-uri cu pisici pe fb? În imaginea de mai jos se arată că pisica are acces la perne, unde oamenii pot câteodată să ațipească ziua.

"Cleaning a cat’s litter box when the cat has shed Toxoplasma in its feces"

Pentru că în momentul acela se deranjează praful acela microscopic de silica.

"more than 40 million people in the United States may be infected with the Toxoplasma parasite".

Whack a Mole

Since there is more and more evidence freemasonry, which modeled our modern world, culture, language in the last few hundred years while we were "sleeping" is a type of animism centered on mole, possibly switched from penguin, or both, and since we know moles are exclusively insectivores, with the ability to stun their pray (worms, other small insects) possibly with aerosols made of their salivary venomous enzymes, and their main slogan being "making good men better", i am currently investigating the obsession with race superiority and presumptive use of gas for mass extermination in WWII being tied to freemasonry, (hallucinogenic) smoke for harassing or stunning victims, etc..

First search, moles zombification of worms

First result, The British Trap

" They have good vision, despite living underground, and they have unbelievably adapted sensory abilities that cause them to be able to detect the smallest vibrations."

I never knew moles had good vision! moles poor vision

As for vibration, i knew of some of the stuff. seismic communication

Same British Trap: "moles are homebodies, and will live in a series of tunnels for generations before moving. They even have kitchens and storerooms for their food, which largely consists of earthworms, which gets kind of weird. They make the earthworms like zombies

by biting their heads off and a special toxin in their saliva keeps them (weirdly enough), alive and immobile and—fresh. As many as 470 worms have been recorded one chamber storeroom!"

I knew that, the interesting part is how they move the earthworms in there. If they were to carry them one by one, it would take lots of trips. I knew from previous searches that moles have to eat their weight in worms in 24 hours. Thinking of maybe that "special toxin in their saliva" which are evolutionary modified digestive enzymes and construction of tunnels to make that automatic for them.

Can't find nothing on a search like "do moles actually trap the worms". Cause there's the confusion with the traps for moles.

It is the first time on an very early Sunday morning with relative silence in here, with a mug with water and backing soda to compensate for stomach acid over production due to uncontrollable indoor pollution, stress and pancreas (common bile blockage) when i realize that. Moles actually could trap the worms and those enzymes actually present in the tunnels gets them zombified and make them crawl in the tunnels that would lead them to the "storeroom" where they go, eat them or bite their head to keep them for later use.

Honestely, i would have never cared for all these things if i didn't know, after spending lots of times inside in this place that "mole smell" has an effect on me.

These (including the one i live in) are very poorly designed buildings. Walls made with a wooden frame with inside and outside panels, filled with insulation, and one more layer of siding on the outside, there is a lot of air circulation between air from outside, inside walls and inside apartment, especially when there is a temperature difference between inside and outside.

When there's no significant wind outside, there is a constant flow of air around the building. Usually the ground around the building, summer or winter, is colder than the walls. In the winter the walls are warm because the inside is being heated. In the summer, they respond to solar heat, while the ground, due to grass and moisture, is kept colder. In both situation, colder air from the surface of the ground is attracted by the vacuum created by warmer air climbing on the surface of the wall. If the siding in not sealed in the lowers part or just above ground, there will be some dynamic pressure created by air that starts to climb exactly in that area that will push some of the air inside wall.

I noticed every time i overslept in the last years, i found in the morning openings in the ground next to door and alongside living room wall. But the smell. It actually do smells like earthworms, a smell i am familiar with since childhood when i used them for bait while fishing, but also like "fresh ground", probably given by mold also coming with that "air from the ground". So i figured, if that smell makes me lethargic, and after all the searches i did on mole kallikreins, it is possible that the air gets sucked from the holes close to walls due to effect predicted by Bernoulli's law, main actually contain some of that enzymes in an aerosolized form (tiny suspended particles in the air).

But it's not only that. Over the years, i noticed that many times there is smoke outside and inside the building that i could not explain. Also there was some evidence (though it's very hard to make an evaluation after you are expose yourself to it) that the smoke is actually having an effect on me. Mainly forgetting about everything, feeling satisfied when you shouldn't. Angela coming from work really mad at me and the whole situation and then within half hour changing completely towards being permissing and accepting everything, all when the smoke was present.

Situation was complicated further by the presence of dog waste around the building. People coming here from other buildings with their pets and leaving their waste real close to our building, in the same flow pattern of the air described above.

On several occasions, when making longer trips, including several trips of thousands of miles in California and other states, when i noticed the smell on our clothes, car, etc. A mixture of mold and animal waste mainly.

There was a link between the holes and the smoke as well. In the beginning i was just going outside and obsessively tried to step on all mounds. Eventually the smoke smell would go away after i stepped on a number of holes. I did that for years, spending up to one half hour at the time and bringing the dirty shoes inside which i had to wash. Lately, i figured  there is only a few of those that i need to seal, right next to the building, to get rid of most of the smoke. More recently, i used Portland cement to mix with the soil (in amounts that won't change color or appearance), which made it harder to moles to open the holes again, until they finally stopped.

But of course smoke cannot possibly come from the moles. The only way this could happen is if someone comes and sticks inside the holes or nearby some self burning material that may contains plants with psychotropic effects, including common drugs or legals substances, like maybe kratom, as i was suggested by some t-shirts in a casino. Again cement in soil made it harder for those and in the last days previous to date of this post the moved further from building, in areas i did not and could not possibly put cement.

More complications from other building materials. One is insulation dust constantly falling from the attic under the effect of vibration, either from the constant rumbling of the freeways nearby of the presence of cars with aftermarket mufflers or simply broken.

There was this particular purple Dodge with broken exhaust that was idling many times a day until i got desperate enough and went to the office after which it stopped. That lasted about a year and a half. Before that, there was this green truck again with a 5 or more liter engine coming out of one of the garages, each morning and idling for 15 minutes (legal limit) or more. Until after again, i talked to the owner and recorded the conversation.

Mineral insulation dust falling from attic is visible on the walls of this building only. Mineral insulation containing silica, other materials, besides being very irritant, especially to your digestive system, has a deodorant and antibacterial effect, making it even harder for me to realize the smells. Also dust falling from asphalt roofs. I noticed when i dusted the building many times of the years that the dust, mainly made of dead bugs, and the materials described above, with a touch of oil from exhaust from all cars, is extremely stinking. (Everything antibacterial creates even weirder strains that are very resistant and persistent with again devastating effect on your health). If i didn't wash my clothes and take a shower right after dusting, the dead bugs smell inside would become unbearable in the next few days.

There was a period of about one year, that included one fall and one spring when they re-roofed the entire complex with hundreds of thousands of nails being inserted with pneumatic tools. It was then when i searched about the number of nails needed in an average size wooden American house.

I could not possible have tolerated all these if it wasn't for what i will call from now on the "mole gas" and the smoke. It made me lethargic and absent from my own life. Years of wasted life.

People smoking around. This complex is advertised as "smoke free, in transition". Which means people are allowed to smoke outside buildings. Even right now as i write, i feel cigarette smoke. It's coming through walls or by doors etc..

Litter dust. Most people living upstairs over the past few year had pets. Small dogs, cats, etc.. I would assume they used what they call litter boxes. Some of the weirdest stuff on Earth that if i had any authority i would ban it in the next second. "Diatomaceous earth". It's quarried fossilized remains from microscopic creatures that were neither plants or animals and lived million years ago. Made of amorphous silica, after being burned in oven at high temperatures to get rid of any organic stuff that may have been in there as a side effect that silica would crystalize, making it very dangerous to breath. Small enough to enter the lungs, it wouldn't be in amounts large enough to cause silicosis (filling of the lungs with silica, like it happened in the past to miners) but most likely contributing to many respiratory illnesses, including asthma and cancer. It has the capacity to absorb water and animal waste many times its weight. There are additives that make the absorbed urine "clump" and possible to be removed for the open tray, but that is after some if not most of it evaporates inside the room of course. But some of the clump will remain in the tray no matter what. Interestingly enough, those tiny silica carcasses have geometric shapes, a long time obsession of freemasons. This stuff is so nasty it is also used as pest control, to kill bugs.

Driers' exhausts under the siding. For some reason, this building has the driers' exhaust, (Tumble drum dryers that use much electricity to heat air to dry clothes, with resulting steam needed to be evacuated) under the level of siding. Which means some of the steam coming from it would penetrate siding and walls. Some of the exhausts, like the one from upstairs also opens near a basement vent, and pushes some of the steam inside the basement (after the exhaust have been modified, about 2 years ago). The result is the steam condensate on the wooden floor, penetrates and making it bulge, bringing moisture and mold smell inside).

But for steam to come out of the drier through the exhaust, an equal amount of air is extracted from that particular room. Air that may come from a window if it's open. But if no window is opened, air will come from under doors and even walls (there is a half inch opening between inner wall panels and floor)

I remember when "the old man" who lived upstairs (a guy which at times resembled actor Rodney Dangerfield (i know he's dead, but his Hungarian correspondent is or was not), other times Dick Cheney, others, who "was smoking" (probably not present there most of the times, with others doing "the job" like in all cases), the steam coming out of that exhaust was smelling more like cigarette smoke than anything.

I'm sorry i got carried away with all this stuff and deviated from the tittle and scope of this post. I also realized i probably could not finish describing all the ordeals i had to go through to figure these simple things.

It was in the day when i realized that mole mounds resemble pyramids when i started to think there might be a link between moles and freemasons, with everything mole being an inspiration for those, probably at the beginning, or in ancient times. After being exasperated with the multitude of mounds i thought i had to step on to make the smoke go away, i did a search and saw for the first time the inner structure of a mound which indeed reminds of a pyramid, including tunnels and chambers, though at a much larger scale. People living long time ago might have also been impressed with the proven architectural skills of the moles, small creatures capable of building a nest out of soil.

More than that, there is a resemblance between the appearance of wrapped mummies and earthworms. The fact that brain of mummies was discarded during the embalming process. Brain was an useless organ for immortality, since earthworms caught in moles' larders were living indefinitely with their head bitten off.

Another argument in trying to prove that life of moles is inspiration for freemasonry is the appearance of moles and some of the signals of freemasons.

One particular species, the "Star nosed mole" has a sensory organ developed around the nose, it uses to actually feel its dark environment.

Could there be here a similarity with the so called "masonic grips" or handshakes.

I even discovered, absolutely by chance, some frames in a video actually showing an imitation of that organ as a response to danger.

Other arguments of course would be also current or modern symbolism. The popular character R2D2 in Star Wars movie, Android logo, could also be inspired by the shape of moles.

Can't help here but ask myself. If the masons are the moles, what are the rest of us, the worms? There are enough signs that this is the case. Liberalisation of drugs, alcohol, tobacco, polluting buildings, transportation, psychiatric drugs, opioids, over medication, zombifying media, fake politicians and politics.

We should not care about pollution. Moles live most of their healthy live underground and never get to breath fresh air. But their galleries are filled with enzymes that break down most of organic polluters.

We are mostly living trapped in a many thousands years old model inspired by mono animism or the admiration of our ancient ancestors for a crafty animal.

Ashmole. I stumbled the other day onto the name of one of the most famous freemasons.

Jacques de Molay. One of the reasons or accomplishments of the French revolution was the avenging of Jacques de Molay. The favorite method? As opposed to burning of the stake as in case of Jacques de Molay, chopping of the head.

Immolation. There are mixed etymologies for this word out there. One of them claims the root mola, which in old English means flour or an improbable Latin imolat which means food sacrifice. I personally believe it's got something to do with skin moles as "witches sign". Anybody who had a mole, that somehow resembled the velvety fur of the animal, hence the name, would be considered suspect of witchcraft.

I really hate to ad a "most likely" to all these theories, but have to state at least my educated belief in the origin of freemasons. Most likely their current European incarnation of the freemasons comes from the Mamluk Kingdom of Egypt, before but mostly after the Ottoman Invasion of Egypt, around 1500 when both the elites - the moles and their Indian brought slaves - the worms, the Gypsies, came over in Europe during the confusion of the dark times @1500, similar to what's happening nowadays.

For some unknown reason, most immigrants in Europe during the last 1500 years, starting with the Huns of Attila, the Magyars, probably some Tatars, Mamluks, others all settled in Pannonia.

Tequila and Drifting Continents

"Aloe and Agave are two genera of drought-tolerant succulents that have similar appearances and care needs. The similarities arise because both adapted to live in hot, dry climates. Aloe and Agave, however, are not closely related and the similar climates in which they evolved are in different hemispheres of the world." As per a google search.

I first saw agave when i went to Crescent Bay, California. I think i posted this from South LA in the same day i took the pictures. It had some meaning to me. I wanted to see the real inspiration for a painting (serigraphy, reproduction) i saw once in the hallway next to my door at a hospital, Pacific Gateway, now long demolished.

What this has to do with anything. Today i was looking for a list of Arabic words possibly coming from Sanskrit and i found a list but it was of course in Arabic, written in Arabic and i was so curious i clicked on the first word which was the Arab word whatever for Aloe. With the universally recognizable prefix Al of course (Similar to English definite article The which also has a corespondent in Sanskrit). It was then when it stroke me the first time the similarities between the two. Agave is known mostly for being source for the popular drink Tequila which has it's own bay at any State Owned Liquor store in Oregon. But then i went into search machine mode (google oftenly thinks i'm a robot and asks me to check boxes or do puzzles to prove i'm  not) and this is what i found for you. They both belong to the botanical order Asparagales of which at least in Romania the humble artichoke bear its name. Then i searched and found their ancestor families branched out according to various sources from about 90 to 130 million years ago. Asphodelaceae is said to be native to Africa and Agavoideae native to America. However Agavoideae genus is much younger on the evolutionary time line.

How is this not conflicting with drifting continents theory that supposedly occurred 200 million years ago?

Turmă și desbinare, UB bono

Cel mai ușor mod de a suci mințile unui popor pe termen lung este cu ajutorul cuvintelor noi și a trend-urilor lingvistice. Autori care sunt ridicați la nivel de idoli de alți frumoși și frumoase tot de-ai lor ne îmbogățesc mereu cu noi și noi idei crețe care ne unesc în trenduri. Mult înainte de "hackerii" din Râmnicu (mda, bună alegere, și ăsta e unul din cuvintele acelea dar nu vreau să schimb subiectul), care probabil sunt doar o fâță urâtă de altfel sub care operează niște puiuți binari de-ai pinguinului fino-ugric Linux, derivat din Unix, limba română, engleză (de care știu eu adică) au fost hacherite la greu și dovezi sunt atât de multe încât, dacă m-ar plăti cineva, aș consuma în liniște tot restul vieții mele și nu aș termina lista. Dar câteodată, când văd răspunsuri indirecte la unele postări ale mele și sub forma asta, răbufnesc (tantrum în engleză, altă tâmpenie de cuvânt). Și atunci când o fac, trebuie să fac slalom printre aceste capcane, atât de dese încât nu pot fi evitate, adăugând și eu puțin la haosul și confuzia generală care iată merge la vale prin propriul momentum, ca o avalanșă.

Cine nu știe că în Moldova, aia care dispare pe zi ce trece în neantul diasporei și mocirla mediei, cuvântul pentru bine era "ghine" (mda sună ca guignon adus din franceză, alt subiect, la Americani un nume francez nu contează ce înseamnă în limba respectivă, important e că e francez). Mă uitam acum în DEX pentru a vedea etimologii de-a dreptul șocante pentru cuvântul desbinare, a cărui formă veche și o spun chiar ei, este "desghinare". DEX online care este o formă completată a unui DEX haotic, unde se introduc zilnic noi definiții, trimise sub pseudonim.

Dar nici cu cele vechi, con-sacrate de niște nume lustruite nu mi-e rușine.

Francezii au un dicționar online unde se specifică anul și publicația când vreun muncitor al condeiului a introdus o nouă formă. La noi, DEX-ul se completează pe bază de voluntariat.

Până vom avea și noi unul (plătit poate din bugetul ICR, al Ministerului Culturii, din alte bugete și bugețele care se duc pe fălcile celor care ne ruinează cultura, limba și psihicul colectiv) dăm din umeri și ne întrebăm, oare care scriitor a introdus prima data acest cuvânt și în ce context?

Cât de ușor e? Acum când avem o mare parte din cărți scanate, tot ce trebuie să faci e să introduci toate aceste cărți într-o bază de date, să dai un query și... voila! dicționar istoric, dintr-un supercomputer care costă acum nu mai mult de un milion de dolari, un fir de praf din muntele bugetelor respective.

Sau pur și simplu să-i întrebăm pe francezii respectivi cum au făcut, sunt sigur că ar împărtăși totul fără bani.

Călugării de la Maryhill

Nu știu cum să descriu chestia asta. Mi s-a întâmplat de două ori în aceeași zi la "castelul Reginei Maria" de la Maryhill, Washington care este normal, muzeu, și unde am mers să mai fac niște poze fiindcă prima dată nu am făcut suficiente.

Prima fază. Am urcat niște scări și sus la capăt pe terasa de la intrare era un ghiveci mare de flori plin cu pietre. Aveam camera aia bună în mâna dreaptă, am căzut ca la judo, cu rostogolire și am evitat distrugerea camerei sau rănirea personei mele. A doua oară, în aceeași zi, pe scări, m-am întâlnit cu doi călugări budiști, îmbrăcați în portocaliu, tot tacâmul. Unul din ei a început să se miște sincronizat cu mine, parcă mi-a "furat" deciziile de mișcare din creier și era să mă facă să cad pe scări.

Era pe vremea când nu luasem suficiente măsuri și eram copleșit de fumul din jurul clădirii. Eram tot timpul pe jumătate amețit, și am mai și condus 100 mile până la castel. În aceeași zi am remarcat statuia de pe terasa care a fost adăugată mult după completarea clădirii (care nu a fost terminată pe timpul lui Sam Hill, prietenul american al Reginei).

Și nu mi-a plăcut ceea ce am văzut. De fapt, oricine poate înțelege. Maryhill, Sam Hill, Mary. Pe soția lui Sam Hill o chema tot Mary. Să fie o obsesie similară cu a lui Chapman, "asasinul" lui John Lennon, care s-a însurat tot cu o japoneză cu 6 ani mai în vârstă? Nu cred, e mult mai complicat dar nu pot să dezvolt acum pe subiectul ăsta fiindcă sunt în starea în care sunt iar ideea inițială era alta, deja am deviat prea mult de la subiect. Am trimis niște emailuri, inclusiv la guvernatorul Statului Washington, până la urmă cineva, un sculptor, mi-a dat o explicație care nu este totuși destul de satisfăcătoare. O tipă într-o poziție yoga, curly nu știu cum. Nu am avut suficientă inspirație în ziua aia să fotografiez împreună statuia următoare (de fapt m-am gândit dar m-am rușinat). O plantă în vânt, la câțiva metri în afara terasei, îndoită în direcția din care bate vântul normal, spre statuia cu tipa în poziția respectivă.

Bineînțeles aici gândul mă duce întotdeauna la melodia lui Jimmy Hendrix, care era tot din Seattle, Washington.

A fost în perioada aceea, când am început să-mi fac niște idei despre acest stat. Niște căutări m-au dus la niște ciudățenii. George Washington, primul Președinte al Statelor Unite al cărui nume a dat numele capitalei SUA dar și a Statului de pe coasta de vest la nord de Oregon (ultimul adăugat la Uniune) a fost ridicat la rang de zeu de o sectă Shinto din Hawaii. Și a fost pictat ca atare pe cupola... Capitoliului din... Washington bineînțeles.

Mai am câteva elemente și ajung la concluzie. Shinto este una din religiile predominante în Japonia. Cealaltă este budismul. Din ce am auzit, japonezii cheamă preotul Shinto la nuntă și pe cel budist la înmormântare. Nu știu exact cât de mult s-au influențat una pe alta sau cât de mult s-au amestecat cele două religii în Japonia, dar cred că în budism s-au acumulat suficiente elemetne de Shinto, care au unele chestii care nouă  ni s-a părea cred supranaturale (bine, vorbim de religii). Etimologic, numele Washington, care sună ciudat chiar în engleză (mie cel puțin, adică de la rădăcina wash, a spăla, gerunziul plus sufixul ton, care poate însemna mult sau sunet, cine a citit cartea Shogun știe, Japonezii erau șocați de faptul că europenii nu se prea spălau pe vremea aceea), conține rădăcina shinto, cu o mică variație de transliterație, dar aceeași pronunțare. Washington ar putea fi ușor înlocuit în pronuțare de White Shinto.

Stăteam ieri liniștit într-o cadă (mică) cu apă fierbinte și îmi revizuiam în minte ce s-a mai întâmplat, așa cum fac mereu când nu scriu sau nu citesc, și la fiecare idee, o pocnitură într-un apartament vecin, căci sus nu mai este nimeni de la 1 ianuarie (au fost două excepții, două zile de iad când au venit iar și au făcut iar și iar curățenie, dând de mai multe ori cu aspiratorul, în ultima seară vecinii de alături, de unde se mai aud ușoare pocnituri, "au spălat rufe și au uscat normal în mașina de uscat cu rezistență electrică" și au băgat niște deodorant iar la urmă chiar parfum pe bază de ulei de trandafiri, lucram la mașină, a trebui să-mi spăl hainele după, miroseau prea tare a parfum, iar a doua zi miroseau și tufele, totul a parfum, a venit tipa de la birou în inspecție, deci putem să ne imaginăm cum puțea sus, chiar, ieri a venit tipul de la maintenance și a schimbat boilerul sus, deci tipele spălau haine de culcuș de câine și alte rufe cu apă rece? după care le uscau și aburul venea la noi etc..)

Știu de mult că așa fac când vor să influențeze pe cineva. Mici pocnituri, zgomote din vecini, sau chiar zgomote de mașini la distanță iar dacă ești curios și te duci să vezi, ai să vezi că vin de la activități obișnuite, sau simulate obișnuite, care îți influențează ideile, deciziile. Micile decizii dintr-o zi obișnuită. Așa s-a întâmplat și azi dimineață, eram pe jumătate treaz, când m-am gândit să merg să închid și să blochez  ușa, am fost la baie dar nu la ușă. Mi-e groază să mă gândesc, dacă a fost cineva aici, a intrat și a ieșit, ca să apară azi să pretindă că a vorbit ceva cu mine, sau ce s-ar mai putea întâmpla în timp ce eu dorm cu ușa deschisă.

Nu știu, cineva odată, prin 2002, o persoană din România, foarte lucidă și pragmatică de altfel, mi-a spus la telefon că e vorba de sute de mii de actori care acționează toți în zonă. Pentru mine? Nu pentru mine ca persoană, probabil pentru personajul sau cumulul de personaje pe care am ajuns să cred că le reprezint, într-un context general, clădit cu grijă de zeci de ani, sigur dinainte de a mă naște.

Întrebarea următoare, care m-a motivat să scriu totul, dintr-o dată nu mai are așa de multă importanță, după fraza de mai sus. Cum fac tovarășii? Cum știu adică la ce mă gândesc și când să pocnească în perete ca să-mi schimbe ideile și deciziile? E vorba de o tehnică străveche, un fel de telepatie, bazată pe comunicații de vibrație sau tehnologii noi, modularea ultrasunetelor de mișcarea limbii în timp ce te gândești la ceva? Vine din budism, din Shinto, de la Tesla sau de la masoni? Ar avea o importanță dacă aș ști, poate aș găsi o metodă să scap de asta sau poate să mă ajute să dovedesc că așa se întâmplă?

Și iată, dacă deschid link-ul de mai sus, dau iarăși de... o cârtiță.

Iar afară plouă cu draci, parcă vine potopul, nu pot să mă duc măcar la o plimbare în parc.