Wednesday, September 16, 2026, 11:15 AM: Last night, I found myself wide awake for two and a half hours. So, I decided to seek information about my shadow. I did have some success, but that was only because Mom arrived in a vision and told me the technique I was using was too aggressive and that I needed to dial it back. So, knowing when to take a cue, I did just that.
The end result? I had a string of visions involving my old caseworker, Terry, from the NJ Commission for the Blind, walking backward onto a bus and talking to someone about a Vernon police officer who used to check up on me from time to time. That was as far as I got, but I have the strange feeling I didn’t get all of it. Upon waking, I felt like I was still being blocked to some extent.
The Commission for the Blind provides services to assist people like me with functioning in a sighted world. I understand that and associate the state-run organization with just that, having been a client of theirs while I was in the Vernon School System and college.
The bus reminded me of the ones I rode with Marilyn and Mike while at the gun show in Harrisburg. The people who drove these buses were military veterans. Many of the people I spoke with at the gun show/outdoor event were ex-military types as well.
The Vernon PD tried to give me rides when possible, and I suspect they may have partially triggered the extra training I received at the Vernon Valley Karate Academy. But I don’t know that for certain. They did try to watch out for me, though, which couldn’t have been easy.
True, the visions could have been partially triggered by my rereading Tom Clancy’s Dead or Alive. But my sense is that they were clues as to who has been surveilling me. The session leading up to the dreams didn’t leave much room for them to have been triggered by anything else.
I’ve tried this in the past using other techniques, and it all seems to come back to the same thing. An organization within the United States government is keeping tabs. It could be for the purpose of a lifestyle study, or it could be because of something else about me that they find interesting. I don’t know.
They’ve obviously been doing this for a while, my encounter with Amanda Boehner during a violent thunderstorm being the tipoff. The geniuses I’ve encountered since then have further compounded my suspicions. My latest tail hasn’t exactly been discreet about what she’s doing, either. But… “It’s not my problem.”
For me, it’s gone from being a curiosity to an annoyance. And… while others might think me crazy or paranoid, that’s not any real concern of mine either. My family privately thought little of me despite their public claims, so why should anyone else’s opinion of this entry matter?
One way or another, I will figure this out. Who knows? Maybe things have gotten to the point where someone is intentionally looking to provoke contact. If that’s the case, I’m totally down with that at this point.