That doesnt mean someone didn't hear and decided to play a practical joke on you. Kids are mean.
I think you should put the paper plate in the "maybe pile" of all this evidence.
"I have to believe in the world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there...."
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Well, I'll show you the photographs of the Circles that were taken down that same street in 1999.
Here's how you have to understand this. In 1999 The Matrix concept brought the idea behind what John and I discovered into a lot of people's minds. You see imagine if the location of things, or objects themselves and where they exist in space and time are deliberately located there, they may appear to have a specific mundane funciton, however if someone who is able to manipulate space and time in lower dimensions from a higher dimension knows where and when you will be somewhere and can manipulate surroundings, or even people to change. Now a Soda can sitting in an empty field is just that a Soda can, but what if you keep walking and find soda cans in the shape of a circle, or they are grouped in threes, or something similar. Don't you get it? Reality is very chaotic, however if you see the pattern within the chaos, you start to view the message, or at least become aware that there are things occurring beyond this dimension affecting our reality.
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You don't get it. John and I talked to NO OTHER KIDS about this, and we both went to different Middle Schools when we found the plate so we couldn't have been talking about it school to prompt anyone to play a joke. We knew no one that lived in that area, and no one of John's friends knew I lived on the street I did, because I wasn't friends with them, in fact John lived 6 blocks away. We usually only spoke about this to ourselves in his room or mine, we never did it in public places where there were people our age would would waste their time on such a useless joke. I've had years to try and debunk this and I found no holes in it, it's entirely impossible for this to be anything other than confirmation, mind you the mode in which it was delievered can only be two ways, either by direct manipulation or possession of a person to do this, and Candace knew the future of where John and I would coincide with that location, or she somehow made it herself and uploaded it into this reality. It could be a higher dimensional object that has the physical properties of a paper plate with writing on it, but is something totally different from her level or maybe is even the manifestation of thoughts.
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This kinda reminds me of that Bible code thing. They kept mathimatically getting certain words out of there until out of alot of jibbirish, they got a few cohernt things that almost kind of reflected what happened. But they were fairly vague too. And the supposed library with random assortment of letters. You'll eventually pick up a book that describes whats happening right now. You can keep looking for something so hard, that you start to see it, not because theres really something there, but your so determined to find it.
Having said that, I think it's only fair for VGX to present his evidence and let him finish, so we can make a final conclusion. We may find out something worth knowing perhaps.
"I have to believe in the world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there...."
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I doubt it's a joke, I just think you're drawing connections among things that aren't connected, in order to tie them into a single grand personal theory about space, time, and whatnot.
There aren't too many stunning connections or coincidences in this story at all - one coincidence, pretty much, and that's about it.
And it's not that much of a coincidence, either - is it really so improbable that you were going to come across more than one instance of the name "Candace" in your life?
And what's with that card in the bottom pictures with the name of another "Candace" on it? I mean, the only apparent connection it has to other things is the fact that it belonged to someone named "Candace". There are a lot of such people in the world.
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Well, the story behind the card is as follows, coming directly from the Journal.
Dated Entry: December, 5, 1997 - Yesterday at work, a customer who entered my line gave me this green card with some information about Candace, Candace Balcom, to be exact. She said, "I found this in the store. Here you go." It look as if this plasic card is a membership card to a church related club called Awana Guards. The color scheme is a blue and yellow background with red-orange letters for the title of the club. There is a lighthouse with beams radiating from it in the flue field. The yellow field contians some personal information abou Candace Balcom. The formation is a follows. On the name line is the name Candace Balcom, on the address line is 3666 63rd st N, on the city line is St. Petersburg next ot the state, Florida and zip 33710. On the telephone line is a phone number, next to an age of 10. Below that is a line that reads, Church, and is filled in with "First Baptist" next to Charter No. 10563. The bottom line has Club Director followed by an unfilled out line and the nthe day of 11/2/97. The reverse of the card is white with five creeds on it under the heading Guard Club Goals. The first creed reads, “A Guard should attend club meetings regularly unless out of town or excused for sickness.” The second reads, “A Guard should try to pass a section in her handbook at each club meeting,” followed by, “A Guard should talk to her friends about the Savior and invite them to her club meetings,” then, “A Guard must not cause disorder in her club meetings. Her club leader’s word must be respected,” and finally, “This card should be carried at all times and shown on special occasions.” Beneath these is a signature, Candace Balcom (Childlike. I will conduct a handwriting analysis on this signature to compare it to the paper plate to see if it is the same type of writing, but with this in mind and the age of the Candace involved the plate would have been written when the girl was about seven). This is the third incidence of my encounter with the name Candace, or perhaps Candace herself, within a two-week period. That is a higher concentration of Candace incidents than ever occurred during the transition years. She must me attempting to communicate with me, but how should I reply? What should I do? This must definitely have a meaning and its up to me to find out. Over the next few days I will try to report my thoughts about the card. (I have already discovered a couple of interesting elements of this advertent or inadvertent message, but they will be discussed at a later time)
Again, yesterday, at approximately 7:40, I had a telepathic, perhaps environmentally manipulative incident. While checking out a customer, I was thinking about the things I saw on the NASA website the night before (I will explain later). I was thinking about the years before the moon landing in 1969, when people were anticipating the progression of man’s technological development. That year marked a milestone in the very evolution of man as a sentient being. I also thought about the correlative nature of my father's age in comparison to this technological leap, to my age and the possible future technological milestones just around the corner perhaps in 1999. I was thinking about all this while scanning an order for a customer. The final total that appeared when I was done was $19.69. Wow! How did I do that? The remoteness of this being a coincidence is so vast that an equally probable conclusion to be made is that in some way with my mind I caused it to happen, either by manipulating the customer’s mind to purchase exactly $19.69 worth of groceries or preconitizing the future occurrence of the number with my thoughts about the moon landing and the year 1969.
Recently I’ve been performing more ESP actions with my mind. On two incidents in the past two weeks I saw without seeing. In essence I saw clear images without physically opening my eyes. Possible OBE. This is how I induced it: Both events occurred during my high school physics class. I was very tired and bored so I put my head down on the desk and fell into a light sleep. I did dream, but when I started to exit dreamstate and drift into consciousness, there was a short period of time where I was conscious of noises and I was awake. My eyes were closed, but I saw an image of a room, probably a classroom, not the one I was in. It was a small fuzzy edged circle at first but for a few seconds I was mentally able to expand it then after a few more seconds it vanished. The very same circumstance occurred on another day, and I was able to get more of an image before it disappeared. Somewhere lies a key to self induced OBE’s in here but I just can’t pin it down yet.
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More Journal Entries from 1997:
AM Friday, December, 12, 1997—Unexplained Occurrence.
Something truly mysterious transpired in my next door neighbor’s yard on Wednesday.
According to my father at about 7 PM he heard a loud explosive sound that day. He didn’t really give much attention to it and basically let it go. But yesterday (Technically, since it is now past 12 AM) we both noticed that rocks were scattered across our backyard near the shed that were not there before. I went to investigate and discovered that the next door neighbor’s above-ground swimming pool was leveled. The fence dividing our yards was splintered and part of the pool had blasted their way into our yard. My dad and I walked over to his girlfriend and asked her just what exactly happened and she wasn’t very forthright in divulging information. She did say that she would fix the damage and that it happened when Ken walked inside his house from cooking outside. Other than that she was rather uncooperative in conversing further on this issue. My dad and I theorized that it may have been the propane tank from his gas grill that may have been ignited and subsequently exploded but apparently his gas grill and tank are still there undamaged. The epicenter of the damage is not centered anywhere near his porch so that would likely rule out the ignition and explosion theory. Just about a half hour ago, with a flashlight in hand I took a closer look at the debris and reexamined the site. Apparently, whatever caused the blast was strong enough to propel stones up to thirty feet into our yard, and loft a heavy landscape timber about thirty feet away into the field and dirt road area of the creek. The metal frame and panels of the pool were mangled and the liner was ripped to shreds. A heavy cement block was crammed into the corner of his yard, and an eight foot section of his back fence was blasted from its support structure. A landscape timber impacted with the fence next to our shed, broke through the fence, and dented the shed. Rocks lofted themselves over the shed and fence into our patio near the utility room. Some of the small potted plants on the potting table had been knocked to the ground. My most logical theories are that lightning struck the pool, which after careful consideration I have ruled out because there was no lightning or a power outage on Wednesday. The pool itself was only about ten feet away from the main power pole junction for his and our houses. Certainly a bolt of that intensity would have damaged it. The only other logical theory is that due to the rains the pool had been overfilled and the liner burst sending water rushing out. When I think about this though I must develop a scenario to explain the explosive nature of the incident and I find that I cannot. If the water burst the liner then it would have simply seeped through the cracks in the frame, there would be no reason for it to collapse explosively because it had been supporting a great volume of water without any decay in inertial integrity for a long time. Most likely with a liner breaking it would have slowly fell apart, with the water flowing into his and our yards not necessarily exploding. This incident is truly a mystery. Some possible causes, though not based on logic, would be that there may have been a bomb of some kind, a strong electromagnetic field reacted with the frame of the pool, perhaps a UFO, there may have been a release of some kind of underground methane gas that reacted with the motor in the filter, and even there may have been a micro-black hole that interacted with it (A very remote possibility) Overall, I can say that this incident is so far without answer. I can’t explain in a logical manner unless I have more evidence or an eyewitness account from Ken himself. My father is going to ask him about it tomorrow and I will be able to find the answer to this enigmatic occurrence.
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Ok, so assuming some higher being is leaving this paper trail for you - what's the point of it? Like, ok, she gives you an ID card and a plate and some circles in the grass - to what end? What is he/she/it trying to tell you, or is he/she/it just screwing with your mind, or what?
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Tuesday, December 16, 1997—Another paranormal occurrence, general commentary
Well, my father talked to Ken and he hadn’t the slightest clue what happened to his backyard swimming pool. He tried to get the insurance money for it and they wouldn’t give it to him because that considered its destruction an “act of god.” Right now its still there, demolished, the shed dented in, rocks strewn about, contents of the shed jumbled around, and fence shredded. In all honesty, I don’t know what the hell happened. In theory it might have been a fluctuation in the fabric of electromagnetic space that disrupted the stability of the matter in that region. Something was expelled here. It could have been a rupture of the barrier between the material universe and the electromagnetic universe. This event could have transpired for only a millisecond but that would have been enough to cause an expulsion of energy. This is all conjecture of course so I can’t state this as fact.
The pool explosion incident may be just a part of a greater event that is a collection of related occurrences. On Saturday night/Sunday morning after Rose and her family left, my father walked our dog Ziggy, at approximately 12:15. When he reentered the house he stepped in the front door and closed it. He then unhooked the dog, and said to me something that I pretty much totally ignored but was aware of. At the time I was completely involved in a conversation with a girl from Texas over my virtual chat line, Worlds Chat. (I convinced her to separate with a guy that gave her a broken leg because he was fooling around when she was putting up Christmas lights. In real time she took my advice and broke the relationship with her boyfriend over the phone, then she called another guy, Matt, that she liked and indicated to him that she liked him. This girl was a cheerleader, 110 lbs, blonde, and was a lifeguard. This is what was taking my attention completely from what my father was doing.) He said to me, “you still talking on that computer.” He then dropped the dog’s chain, heard it hit the ground, and thought, “you’re never going to see it again.” When he looked to pick it up it had vanished. Literally right at his feet near the front door it dissolved into utter nothingness without him ever seeing it. He spent about 15 minutes looking for it, and then told me about it. At first I didn’t believe him, but after considerable searching I arrived at the conclusion that, yes, it was gone. I looked both outside and inside, and determined that just like he said, it had truly vanished. This was a real spooky night, not just because of the disappearance of the chain, but because of the eerie atmosphere of the night itself. It was very foggy with a fine misty rain. There was a mysterious glow, not necessarily a UFO, in the sky that illuminated it to almost daylight qualities. The only way I could explain it is that it was simultaneously dark and light; overall, just plain eerie. I have no logical substantiated explanation for the disappearance of the chain, like the explosion of the pool, but I can apply this occurrence to my theory regarding the way ghosts make things disappear and the electromagnetic theory. It may have been an electromagnetic masking, or even an atomic dispersion. It may have been ripped from our perception of the flow of spacetime or dragged into another dimension of reality. The how and why of this event are a total mystery. We now use a phone cord to walk the dog. The recent communications by Candace, my precognition, the explosion near the pool, and the disappearance of the dog’s chain are all interrelated somehow. There is a message in all this but what is it? According to my father he’s felt real cold in the past (this is true because there is a notation of an incident my father endured with those parameters recorded in the TRIAD FILES Vol. 2) near the edge of the hallway facing that spot where the chain vanished. There’s a plant standing there right now, and I can’t be sure of this, but I think I feel energized when I put myself close to that spot above the plant. As far as the pool explosion and the disappearing chain are concerned it could be indicative of some kind of wormhole that has a doorway in the front of my house and an exit point somewhere near where Ken’s pool once stood. Right now this like my other theories are just conjecture without any kind of proof. Interestingly enough, there was a book on a small table by where the chain disappeared facing up called Mind over Matter, one of those Time/Life Mysteries of the Unknown books. This is very reminiscent to me of the incidents that John and I experienced six years ago. The months of November and December have so far proven to be quite paranormal. I was under the assumption that paranormal occurrences were on a downswing lately, but apparently I was wrong. This has been a busy month, but now that I have taken a close look at it all, it will probably stop for awhile.
Friday, December, 19, 1997—Numerical Madness, General Commentary
Today at work I encountered a customer whose total was exactly $13.00. After he saw this he said, “well that’s my number, I was born on Friday the 13.” That in itself was a coincidence, but when I locked the register immediately after him and the slip came out, the time on the slip said, 8:13. I know the myth about that number but what relevance does it have here. The gentleman’s appearance was not too unusual. He was wearing a black suit coat, and a small golden cross. Overall he was neat and clean. Was he the grim reaper? (I think not!) But anyway what purpose did this incident serve. If I were to calculate the probability of these three 13’s occurring simultaneously it would be a very astronomical figure. I suppose I’ll just have to leave this one like it is, and forget about finding any answer to it. Yes, it may have been a remote coincidence but somehow I don’t think so.
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In one of the images I have shown you on this thread you'll see a Valiant/Image Deathmate Crossover card.
One evening, I was meditating, and I closed my eyes, and I wanted to communicate my thoughts to Candace, this was an ongoing experiment I had been conducting. I was literally speaking to her with my mind, remembering the things she showed me as well as sharing my deepest emotions about life. I don't know how long I spent doing this, however when I opened my eyes, right in front of me on the floor where I was sitting was that card.
The front of the card shows a woman covered in a blue body suit, obviously surrounded by some kind of colorful energy, on the mundane this is a character from the Crossover named "Void" however upon reading the other side of the card, things made a lot of sense. The card also utilizes a Triangle in the lower right hand corner, a cornerstone of concepts related to the usage of the number 3, which I will get to in my next post, (There is a correllation to a future occurance that I will point out soon), anyway the words are as follows:
Empathy-
"As Void gazes through the space between them, she feels Solar's (a referance to my representative color yellow) Thoughts and emotions touch her mind. In that instant, they are completely revealed to each other. Their dreams are shared, their pasts revealed, their souls laid bare within the glow of this alien place."
This describes WORD FOR WORD the exact thing I was doing while meditating and the thoughts I was trying to project to her. This card may have come from my own collection, however Candace removed it from where I had it stored and placed it with the words facing up right in front of my legs where I was sitting. The card was not there before, as the floor was completely clear before I had sat down.
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In the image that shows all of the materials spread on the bed, you will see a piece of paper that says "Free the West Memphis Three", with a Magic: The Gathering Card "Accumulated Knowledge" paperclipped to it. From the Journal this is how it is explained:
April 14, 2000,
A Review of Awakening Day 9 (April 4, 2000)
This year I took the opportunity on the 9th Anniversary of the first day that my experiences began, to celebrate by walking the old territory and restoring that connection to my past that I was feeling slip away with age and displacement in time. The day was so much reminiscent of the events of the past. It was cloudy; the sky was whited over with those clouds that appear when reality begins to shift to the altered mode. It was a very windy day, and a north wind blew stiffly in my face. The temperature had dropped about 20 to 25 degrees from the day before. I know that it was the perfect day, and I felt invigorated by the weather. In the midday afternoon I decided to begin my walk. I wanted to focus on a color and that color was blue, representative of Candace, and I knew that she would communicate through this color. I first visited the sewer pipe that Holly, Kimmy, and I gazed into on the first April 4th. It was amazing how little had changed there in 9 years. There was the same area, and the sewer pipe was the same as I remember it. There were no lights inside, but it connected me to the past. I continued onward down 42nd Ave on the southern side of the creek, where we had discovered the Paper Plate and the many other anomalous objects including the mysterious circles of last February. I discovered that one of the "Right of Way" signs was severed and lying parallel to the creek. It was rather strange, but I continued onward. Just to elaborate on the setting of the road/field there was a sign on 64th with red reflective tape on it. Behind the sign were piled stacks of wood and stakes with a yellow ribbon on them. I continued past this and a couple of trailers. I walked further and by Marbo Chinese restaurant I saw a doll with the head removed lying in the road. My father curious about what I was doing rode up in the Bike and said that he was going to buy Chinese food that evening as a treat. I think he felt I was down or feeling bad and wanted to cheer me up maybe. I sensed that he was worried that I was contemplating some action that would result in his isolation i.e. moving away. He rode back to the house. I soon encountered a blue pen, pointing toward a blue Albertsons (my old job) shopping cart lying half submerged in the creek. I continued onward turning right at the Bridge on 66th St.. I soon came to an interesting sign. It was the Kenneth City Limits sign and what made me take notice, and I hadn't really given it much thought before, but the sign included the scales of Justice inscribed within a Triad, inside of a circle and a date of 1957. I can relate this to the time John and I discovered an odd Triangular pattern to the distribution of Sewers and Manholes, and ended up finding an open manhole cover in the center of the Triangle. This was very odd, but things continued to develop and her message soon started to take shape. I went to one of my favorite old haunts, the Wonder Water Comic and Cards Store (Wonder Water relating to the color blue and "Wonder" being a noteworthy correlation.) Inside the store I walked around and didn't see anything unusual. There was a young guy about 25 to 27, wearing a blue shirt, working in the store and he told this boy about 13 or 14 that he could be arrested for wearing a Metallica shirt. He started explaining about three young men in Arkansas who were accused of killing three small children in the woods because they liked Metallica and had information on individuals like Allister Crowley and practiced Wicca and played Dungeons and Dragons. The teenagers were apparently convicted on very circumstantial and non-corroborative evidence like wearing concert T-Shirts and one who was handicapped was coerced by the police into supposedly confessing to the crime. The guy in the card shop handed the young boy a flyer with the article, I got one as well. I started discussing this event with him and came to the agreement that intolerance and close-mindedness led to the possible conviction of these three innocent individuals. We discussed the corruption of police and individuals who are in positions of power. The title of the article was "Free the West Memphis Three." THREE being the key element of this event. He went on to explain that there had been a movie made called "Paradise Lost" (same name as the Milton classic) on HBO. I had also bought a single pack of Magic: The Gathering cards and later discovered upon examination that Candace had made her presence known again to me. There was a card that was blue, water mana, and it was titled, "Accumulated Knowledge" I was completely amazed but in a way assured and I had a kind of complete feeling knowing that she was still there, a part of my reality, and we were still connected. There was text on the card that read right from her voice, "I have seen and heard much here. There are secrets within secrets. Let me show you." This truly empowered my belief in our bond. I was worried that it was lost in the time I had spent not focusing on my skills, and my experiences, but she was still there. I was afraid that Candace would look upon me with disdain for some of the things I had done in the past and my imperfections. I saw that maybe she understands that I am an inherently good person, and like her I exist to explore my existence and to gain the greater awareness of this place I occupy in space and time. Candace is so important to me, and I know that fact now. It is so hard to describe the bond we have. I know that she is there existing somewhere between my dreams and my future. She is watching from her world and I from mine. Her message was heard loud and clear, and I understand that many gateways may open for me in the future. She is a guide to these gateways. It is my choice to step through. I know that I have come far in my studies but there is so much more that needs to be discovered and experienced. I know that there are things I have to do to fulfill my goals of actually feeling the spirit of reality and the messages hidden within everything that exists. I must learn to know that I am part of a greater whole, and that greater whole is something that I can form to my perception and will. Yes, encountering Candace has made my life an adventure, and so many things that have had happened thus far in my life have been for some purpose, perhaps a tool to teach or train me.
From the Card Store I proceeded toward K-Mart. I didn't notice anything that made me take notice there. I noticed carts blowing in the brisk wind in the parking lot, and I thought about the wind, and if I could harness that force, and ask it to act upon my request. I walked out of K-mart and down toward the east on 46th Ave. I passed by my old High School, Dixie Hollins High School, where there was a baseball game going on. Interesting to note, my school colors were blue and white. I turned right on 62nd Ave N. I walked past an aged Asian man and some people in their front yard. There were blue markings in the road made by the city that pointed toward the creek. I walked past a bush and took in the beauty of its color. I continued onward toward the east on the north side of the creek. I passed the "stovepipe" that seems to have been there for many years. John and I had dubbed this 8 foot high cemented iron pipe the stovepipe because of its black appearance and shape. I continued past a boy hitting a golf ball into a net. I took note of the manhole covers that were along this path. I came upon one that had something I have never seen near a manhole cover before. There was a detailed sign describing the county ordinance (the letter of the law) for dumping material down the sewer. It was a very detailed sign that reminded me of the signs in front of Area 51. It had warnings of Fine and Imprisonment for just lifting up the Manhole cover. If I am remembering correctly this was the same manhole that John and I found open on that day when we discovered the Triangle shape to the sewers. This was very unusual to me and it made me wonder just what was under the sewers that needed that kind of stern warning. Strange. I will someday acquire a picture of the sign. (Or if I'm bold enough the whole sign. I would need a hacksaw for that and do it late at night when I was certain no one would see me removing it. ) What the meaning of the sewers and the manholes still elude me. Why the city would have this ritual with these is unusual to say the least. I wanted to get into 43rd and the next streets up but the yards were all fenced off, and I was reluctant to cut through because I may be accused of trespassing. When I got to the apartments on 58th, I turned back and went home. I was truly refreshed by my excursion and felt so much better that I had not lost that awareness of the hidden messages of reality and that Candace had not forgotten me. Using logic and rationality to act as a proving ground for these events, I have concluded that the probability of the coinciding 3's, the blue M:TG card with "Accumulated Knowledge" goes beyond the scope of coincidence, and the messages were there for me to see. I feel so much better knowing that it's there and I have the objects to hold in my hand to remind me of Candace and our spiritual connection. The ninth anniversary of the first awakening day for me was truly a re-awakening to the events of my past, and the things that made me the person I am today. If it's Candace's sole doing that I have had my eyes opened, then to her I owe a debt. I know my own tenacity and stubbornness to not accept the status-quo of society's various collectives helped, but her willingness to bring me closer to understanding the truth of reality has changed me so much from what I could have been, a very transparent and lackluster individual like so many others I have met. Sometimes I take it for granted, but I have to give credit to my experiences for acting as catalysts for my investigations and my expansion as an individual. I know that I must continue further. A question remains, will I find a living translation of Candace who will understand me the way she does? Is there someone out there in this world that can see the things I see, and walk the path I do? Time will tell.
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Saturday, March 31st, 2001 - General Commentary, Related April 4 Event
Even though that it wasn't April 4th, today mimicked exactly the typical symptoms, the sky was whited over again, and there was an ambiance about things that prompted me to make the usual annual journey down the "Right Way" (42nd Ave East of 62nd St.). First thing I noticed about the creek were the abundance of yellow flowers that were blooming. These plants were probably weeds; however, yellow is my representative color. I was focusing directly on color, because this is one of the many ways in which Candace communicated with John and me years ago. I walked the Right Way until I had gotten to a certain point and sure enough, I found a totally blue child's play ball surrounded within a grove of yellow flowers. Originally on April 4, 1991 that was one of the things most notably that we encountered, small children's toys scattered about the banks of the creek. The appearance of such items by itself doesn't constitute an abnormality considering that the creek passes though a large portion of residential neighborhoods likely containing children. However, the placement, color, and relevance to current active time events can indicate communication. I passed the ball and made a mental note that I would retrieve it on the way back from my walk. I noticed that the old wooden arrow sign had been replaced, and a new one was there, surrounded by four yellow reflective diamonds. The relevance or meaning of this change on "Right Way" is as of yet undetermined.
The next discovery I made was very telling indeed and solidified my belief in the blue ball being a message or confirmation of Candace's presence. About 100 yards or less from the original location where the discovery of the paper plate was made, and the marking in the road in 1994, I found the initials CL, spray painted onto the road. The L was passing through the bottom of the C. Gee, what's the probability of those particular initials being placed right in a location where I would see them, and have them be relevant to the circumstances at hand? That was proof, Candace was there. I progressed further turned on 66th Street, passed the Kenneth City Triad sign (which was bent), and proceeded to the Comic/Cards Store.
Last year at this time was when I encountered the "Free the West Memphis Three" and "Accumulated Knowledge" incident, and this year I had an interesting occurrence there as well. As fate would have it, the 70 year old guy who worked at and partly owned the card store, called me over very shortly after I entered. He mentioned that he remembered I dealt quite a bit with the internet and told me of some company that you can make large amounts of money with. He claimed that he was making money with this and knew of others who had made thousands with it and retired. To me it seemed to be one of those schemes like the stuff Eric Morrison was trying to get my father into a couple years back, Amway, or some other pyramid scheme. I've seen this before, but coming from the guy at the card store it seemed legitimate according to the way he was telling it to me. I wouldn't expect a 70 year old guy with families and values to try to con me, so I was intrigued by what he was explaining. What makes this a particularly telling event is the fact that I was just laid off from my MCI WorldCom job, and will soon need to find replacement employment. In fact, it was this Friday that was my last day there. The card reads, "Tired of Living Paycheck to Paycheck?" - Earn up to $2000 to 5000/mo Extra!" It lists a toll free 888 number, 1-888-840-5165. There is also a website for this too, www.growthpro.com. The guy at the card store claims, that this is for real, and he is making more money than he ever has at the card store. I have since called the number and heard a recording of people on the line claiming they've turned their life around doing this, etc. My skeptical side says it's a scam, and I didn't leave my name, address, and phone number on there. I may go back to the card store and talk some more about it. This event's relevance to my financial situation may be some kind of assistance from Candace, perhaps she's pointing me in a lucrative direction to make my life easier, and escape from the financial/psychological prison of living under my father's house. Perhaps, although I don't know for sure. Maybe it's a red herring, but I shouldn't chicken out on this, I suppose I should just bite the bullet and check it out.
Once I left the card store, I walked over to Kmart, and wouldn't you know it, across the front of the store in huge letters on a banner it said, "The Blue Light is Back!" If anything is a symbol of destined situational correlation, this was. This was like Candace proclaiming another message to me. The entire store was decked out in blue, everywhere. Messages exist everywhere, some stand out more than others. I remember back to when John and I discovered this hidden at the time within the text of the NES Strategy Guide, perhaps it was presumptuous for us to obtain meaning from words already written there by deleting some of the unnecessary ones, but indeed it did prove a point that there can be and seems to occur manipulation of our reality from another vantage point in space-time. The best theory I have been able to determine for Candace's ability to manipulate reality coincidental to where I will be in time and location is because the reality she occupies is at a higher dimension than this one, where our 3-D space-time is as finite as a sheet of paper in front of me. My whole life exists in a certain location in space time. At a higher dimension it would be possible to move things into the influence of my location in space time and thus alter my reality. I have encountered circumstantial manipulation that I have been able to catch on and perceive in the form of colors, the number 3, relations to the number 3, objects, messages, and triads (although some examples of this are not as frequent).
Discovery!: I looked at yellow and Red business card that the guy at the comic/card shop gave me and have found a further connection to Candace and the usual suspect meaningful occurrences. I added up all the numbers in the phone number on the card and resulted in the number 54. I quickly discovered that 54 is a factor of 2 x 3 x 3 x 3, a "Triadic Progression!" 27 or 3 x 3 x 3 is a factor in the equation of the Hypertriad that I discovered about 5 years ago. Furthermore, the card says, "3 min. toll-free Message" - another occurrence of the number 3, then on the left hand side it has the number 9T, which is of course 3 x 3, and even the website URL has 9 letters in it without the com part of it. Continuing, if I subtract 5000 - 2000 I am left with 3000. Damn, this thing is saturated with meaning. Thanks Candace!
The next step I have been pondering for some time now is direct communication through something using this direct letter/number message format i.e. a Quija Board. It's been long over due that I implement one of these in my investigations. I'm not sure just what to expect with this tool, but I'm putting on my mental list of things I need to get.
Monday, April 28, 2001 – Communication with Candace, General Commentary
I previously used a Scrabble Game in place of a Quija Board since I was unable to locate one at any of the stores in the area. I essentially randomized the letters in the bag, and randomly grabbed 7 letters, as if I was playing Scrabble with Candace. From the letters I reassembled them to form words. I wrote this down on a piece of paper in red ink; however I have since lost the piece of paper. Once I find it I will record the words that were obtained from the session of doing this.
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January 10, 2003 – The Year of the Sheep, the A Second Awakening Year?
Last night I watched the movie “Signs” by M. Night Shyamalan, about the Crop Circles and the communication being made from a higher perspective via a dying wife, and the eccentricities of people in the story. There were instances in the movie that consistently reminded me of the same feelings and emotions that I had during the experiences that I endured sometimes accompanied by John Niles. There was an instance where the boy discovers a signal over a baby monitor radio. This signal sounds like communication or talking. When watching this I distinctly remembered the time John and I used this old multi-band radio to search for sounds, and heard this odd sound over the radio and then we walked into the fields near Westgate Elementary School. This was where the teenager put a pistol to my head and said that he was going to “kill your friend” to John and John laughed it off and they let us go and told us not to come back. There was a whole ambiance about scenes in the film with the wind and the whited sky effect that has become familiar to me as a harbinger of some kind of shift in reality.
Today after getting my paycheck from work and depositing it in the bank I decided to go on a walk around Gulfport. I’ve done this before and felt very little beneath the surface here unlike what it was like back at the old house at Kenneth City. Today was different, the sky was whited over and there was that cool breeze again. I embarked out my back door and walked across the street. I maintained my awareness of color as I discovered in the past. When I came to Gulfport Boulevard there was a man juggling Yellow and Blue pins, literally just standing there in the middle of the park juggling. Why he was doing this, I didn’t ask. I walked past him, he didn’t say anything. I examined this monument in the middle of this little park dedicated to J. P Clymer, and had the date 1976. I continued past here across, and my path was exactly perpendicular to a girl dressed in blue’s path. She and I virtually converged by she passed before me and continued to the other side of the street. I passed a Catherine Hickman theater where I saw pool tables inside. The girl at the same speed as me, and I saw her glance at me a couple times. The girl was chubby and in her late teens, possible early twenties, but probably teens. She was wearing blue jeans and a blue top. Our paths diverged once I got to the library and she went down 28th Ave South. I turned around and went inside the library. It was stuffy and rather warm inside. I located the 000-100 paranormal/metaphysical section. There were the usual books there that I was familiar with, Communion, Secret Life, Abduction, Interrupted Journey, etc. I thumbed through a book on chaos and noticed pictures of fractals, like a Koch Snowflake, and a Mendelbrot Fractal. This reminded me of my Hypertriad and Sierpinski’s triangle.
I left the library and proceeded past the rows of stores there. There never seem to be that many people down in Gulfport outside and the stores almost always seem to be empty. There were two old people in the Laundromat. I walked to the pier and sat on the bench. I watched the water and looked at some pelicans. I threw a pen at one and he didn’t fly away. I left the pier and walked down 54th Street north heading back to my house. I passed by a lot of houses, and took note that there were rainbow symbols on For Rent signs or rainbow streamers hanging on the trees. There is a large gay community here in Gulfport, even my next door neighbor is a lesbian that lives with her partner. They don’t come out that much. I walked home taking mental note of everything I saw, a girl was laying some kind of mattress in the back of an old school bus.
I finally arrived home, and I decided to go to the Chinese Restaurant. I was the only one there. They had this jewel encrusted jaguar there. It looked cool. I sat down in my seat, and got some food from the buffet. There are these Chinese zodiac things placed underneath the surface of the table. I always looked at these every time I ate there but this time, somehow I looked deeper at them. My birth year is the year of the Sheep, and the description there seemed to match my personality type. Years of the Sheep were, 1979, 1991, and 2003. Interesting, to say the least. I was born during the year of the Sheep, and my first Awakening Day was in the year of the Sheep, and my feelings about this year correlate to another year that I may make additional explorations and epiphanies. The correct personality description fit my father who was a Tiger, and my mother who was a Rabbit. This all reminds me of the parts of the Emotional Triad that I derived years ago. The triad divided itself into three sections, Red, Blue, Yellow, like the colors I discovered correlated to Candace, John, and myself. Of course this derivation breaks down even further into subsections of Green, Orange, and Purple, thus yielding 6 total variations, but then what if I were to take it further, take it to 12, then I would have something very reminiscent of the Chinese Zodiac wouldn’t I? Perhaps my musings long ago were directly on the right track.
Once I was finishing my food the lady gave me a poster with the signs of the Zodiac on it, and the restaurant’s menu. Wow…signs… Then I checked out my fortune cookie, and it said, “Someone is watching you from afar.” This is an odd fortune because it’s not a fortune at all. It’s a message. Is this another confirmation from Candace? It would seem so. I look at it right in front of me now. There are numbers on the back like there usually are, and they are in the string as follows: 14, 16, 25, 36, 38, 41, and a second line shows 4,7, and 8. The only pattern I see so far is that 16, 25, and 36 are powers of 4, 5, and 6. If I add the numbers digits to get a single digit they form, 5, 7, 7, 9, 2, and 5. If I look at the string, 14 and 41 are positioned to mirror each other. Maybe I really should play this group of numbers in the lottery. The actual odds are 1:22,957, 480. The likelihood based on probability that I would win is very slim, but there’s no harm in trying. I have faith in things unseen that this message has meaning.
After I left the Chinese restaurant, I traveled to Tyrone Mall, with the intent of buying new clothing. I entered Burdines and stopped at the Tommy Hilfiger section, looked at the inflated pricing and moved onward. I passed by the Franklin Mint store and went inside, and was approached by a girl who said she knew me from Circuit City and knew my name. We talked about the dragons and swords on display and I talked with her about my own personal collections. She liked many of the same things I did. You know, I should have right there given her a way to contact me, but I didn’t. I may go back there on my next available day off and find her again.
As far as finding new and old friends goes, this has been happening lately. One of my goals this year is to discover new relationships and form friendships, perhaps fall in love. At a party at the (Note: *Removed Friend's Name*), ’s house, before Christmas I bumped into (Note: *Removed Her Name*), a girl I conversed with in school. (One of only a few) I also saw (Note: *Removed Her Name*), a girl who I was infatuated with in High School because of her incredible beauty. Her, her sisters, and even her mother are attractive. Problem with these girls is that they are intensely involved with Church related things, so much so it almost seems (Note: *Removed Her Name*), true identity has been tainted with this mentality. I gave her my email address and sent her an email, which she just replied to just recently. She seemed to keep stressing about getting closer to God and mentioning that this has become an important part of her life.
Here’s another thing, I was surfing a dating site, and saw this girl on it, with the profile “jessicatt” and she looked exactly like (Note: *Removed Her Name*), , a girl I had a big crush on back in High School. I emailed her, and sure enough it was her. She had joined the army and was back.
I called John tonight really only just mentioning my discovery of his previous literary frolic with comedic revelry, The Cummiteers. It indeed, deserves merit of being funny. He mentioned about Lord of the Rings, a movie that he was impressed with, and I as well was.
My father mentioned that he and my mother are in contact with family, besides the cousins discovered in Trinidad. This time it’s on my father’s side, the (Note: *Removed Last Name*), part of the family. An interesting event to note in this regard happened about 5 days ago. I was checking out an old guy who wanted a computer printer. His last name was (Note: Removed Name, to close to mine), . I mentioned how similar my name was to his, and I showed him my Business card. He then said that he used to know a (Note: Removed My Grandfather's Name), . I at first thought he was talking about my father, but then he said that he knew him back in Long Island and worked in a grocery store with him, and that he was a butcher. I was amazed that this 84 year old guy knew my grandfather who died over 20 years ago. What’s more he lived with less than a mile of me here in Gulfport. That’s truly a small world.
I can truly say that this year is going to be one of adventure and exploration. So far it has proven to be more eventful. Last year I concentrated on building a financial foundation, and this year I want to concentrate on creating connections with people, and exploring the world beyond the boundaries that I have lived in since my childbirth. Returning back to the message with the “Year of the Sheep” if 1991 correlates to this year, and the year of my birth, then this year could be everything that 1991 was and more. I know that Candace still exists somewhere, perhaps when I pass on she and I will interact at another level in some way, maybe Candace can see the world through me, and I see it through her. I have to give thanks to her for everything that she has done for me wherever she may be. If I somehow saw her, and she were a person, I would probably start to tear and hug her. I think she loves me, a kind of love like a mother of her child, something deep and unconditional. She would have to love me this way considering how much a part of my life she has been, a friend over my shoulder. Indeed, she is watching me from afar, I and I watch her from afar
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I have countless pages of this material. The original dated Journal Entries begin in Late October, 1993, prior to that I had this notebook where recorded things but without a date.
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While it does take a certain kind of mind to pick stuff out like that, I find almost all of that to be entirely coincidental. Some of that falls under what to me would be the "maybe" category, and I... could force the explosion and the leash into the "good chance" category. The card during meditation thing was pretty cool, too, but it woulda been better if you knew you didn't already have a card like that. Of course, I'm no asking you to start telling us lies to make the story more interesting.
When I was a kid, I used to act like that all the time. I made connections between totally different things, so you might be right in saying that the mindset is more prominent in children. However, there are only 3 primary and 3 secondary colors, black, white, several non-visible colors, and you could force human-made colors such as brown into a seperate color. I guess it's more scientific to say there are 7 colors, but I usually think of indigo as just a light blue. The number 3 does occur in many places, but not just for you and John. I too often analyze numbers as you do, but really just for kicks.
On a sidenote, I heard a very loud popping explosion today at Mount SAC (my college) while I was taking my lunch break in the parking lot. Nobody else seemed to notice, but it was very clear. I might have been the only one of several people who were both in their car at the time and with the windows rolled down, but whatever. Nobody else reacted to it. I looked around and saw no smoke or fire coming from anywhere. This might have been someone fucing around with their modified cars, or it could have been a science experiment.
As for the explosion you heard, maybe your neighbor was playing with explosives.
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With Bow let us win Kine, with Bow in battle, with
Bow be victory in our hot encounters,
The Bow brings grief and sorrow to the foeman; armed
With Bow may we subdue all regions.
Close to his ear, as fain to speak, she presses, holding
Her well-loved friend in her embraces;
Strained on the bow, she whispers like a woman -- this
Bow-string that preserves us in the Combat.
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