Ken was too much of your average Football American Working Class Slob to even have explosives. He's the epitome of the average american paunchy suburbanite, not all that keen on intelligence, has an average housewife, and watches football and drives an SUV and works for Kash N' Karry as a Manager. I knew Ken for years, he wouldn't even know how to spell explosives let alone get ahold of them and blow up his own swimming pool that he like to swim in. And I could say that maybe a kid tossed a hand granade over the fence, but ahh, this is like the middle of suburbia, there are no rednecks in this area that have guns, and the police crawl around Kenneth City which is filled with old people like bees on a Honeycomb. I was walking around at night and had the police called on me and they told me to go home, no one has explosives around there and just so happened to detonate them in the middle of Ken's backyard, that's completely absurd. Any of the theories I presented in the Journal Entry are pretty much conjecture (baby black hole - extremely remote to impossible, but fractionally greater than 0%), I have no logical explanation for that explosion, but I can list as much conjecture about it as I want because maybe one of them might be closer to the truth and it will be revealed scientifically some day.
Re: The Proof You've Been Waiting For
Here's an interesting one. Mind you anything before 1997 (I couldn't write journals containing information like this in my mother's computer during the early to mid ninties) I have to type from hand written words, so please at least read this stuff. Also older entries tend to include some bad grammar, and less articulate wording, and thus my written-verbal skills weren't as adept as they are today.
Journal Entry:
Friday, December 8, 1995 No significant dreams to recall of. If real, yesterday's paranormal experience could be the dawn of a new chapter in my lifelong examination of the unexplained, and quest of learning from what I experience.
When I came home from school I ventured off to retrieve my paycheck from my location of employment. After a long wait at the customer service counter I received my pay, cashed it, and walked out the door with Two fifties, two ones, and eighteen cents to my name.
I proceeded across 46th Ave to the K-Mart and purchased two Micromachine's Star Wars sets for about 10 dollars, then walked down the street to Tyrone Baseball Cards and Comics now owned by some old guy who has the poorest customer relations. After purchasing an X-Files comic, I continued along 66th Street, crossed 38th Ave, and bought two champ burgers, a large frieds and a large coke, at the Checkers. The employee leered at me because I was hesitant in stating my order. After this I continued toward home.
All of the previous is not paranormal but it sets the scene for the normality of the day as it was to that point.
When I arrived home I consumed the reainder of my fast food, and went into my room. There I opened one of the toys and placed the figures with the other space vessels on top of my speakers. Ater my dad finished teaching the student a piano lesson, she went home, and at that point we were sitting at the dining room table.
He enigmatically stated that we had a "visitor" today. By the inflection in his voice I could tell that it wasn't a normal visitor. I asked who it was and he replied that it was my mom's father, who is completely dead, as far as I know. He described to me, what happened. According to my mother she was washing dishes at the sink, and looked up to see a man wearing green pants and a plaid shirt walk in the house through the open back door then vanish almost instantly. She claimed that only her father wore such clothes. She said she felt that he would be here for awile and he came a long way. I didn't entirely believe them at first, but I finally ended up giving them the benefit of the doubt.
A little while later, the phone rings and the person is trying to sell us a subscription to the Saturday and Sunday edition of the New York Times (Edit in: Remember I'm in Tampa Bay Florida), for 13 weeks. Wee don't have a need to read the New York Times, so we declined the offer.
At that point I made a connection, that perhaps since my grandfather was here then he would want to read the New York Times, because we were just talking about him a few days earlier and it was mentioned that he used to like to read the Sunday Edition while he sat on the toilet. This event had been discussed a few days earlier and was fresh in my mind. If he was here then he wanted to read the New York Times.
A little while later the door of the utility room closed itself rather forcefully.
Re: The Proof You've Been Waiting For
This is a long one but very compelling.
August 27, 1996 - Power Failure. Again?
During the night I was awaken by the heat, due to the fan's apparent loss of function, but it is still kind of foggy when I think about it, because I remember for sure, my dad coming into my room, and carrying something, perhaps the fan with him. This is strange because I know for a fact that someone was in my room from after I fell asleep to the time I saw a light or something, I remember seeing my door open and the kitchen brightly lit, but this is in direct conflict with what was the case. My parents claimed that the electricity had went out sometimes after 3:00 AM and didn't return until later, perhaps 45 minutes or more according to my mother. They said they went to bed, but.... the computer was on when I awoke in the morning, wouldn't it have been turned off, if on after the outage? So apparently they went to bed DURING the power outage, this is key to uncovering just what transpired during that "missing time" They were awake, for awhile but they went to sleep, what compelled them to do that, other than fatigue? Also, what do my blurry definately non-dream memories mean? As an after notation that I can lump with this abnormality, when I awoke, things seemed a little unusual somehow, but I ignored my intuition, and went about my normal morning routine. Things were still not right though, and had an inkling that there had been a power loss (before they told me there had been one), when I discovered the computer in frozen "boot up" I was intregued. The amount of sunlight prompted me to check the actual time on the T.V. and I discovered that it was adjusted to the incorrecct channel, thus validating my suspicion, and when I checked the actual time on the weather channel I discovered that I was late for school. I hurried out the door and then was driven by a neighbor to my school, Dixie. I discoverd that the power failue had been pretty widespread throughout the local neighborhood, by talking with some different people. One thing to say about school was that I was very tired and fell asleep in my chemistry class, but other than that nothing unusual happened there.
But this is not the end of "Power Failure" - it had just begun. After school I decided to go to K-Mart and get some things I needed for school i.e clothes. I was dropped off by my dad at the card store, where I purchased some comics. From there I walked to K-mart, and began my shopping venture. I was actually having fun, just looking at things I thought were neat. I played a little, sort of childishly bashing the shopping cart into things. I tossed many things into the car, I put back the video game though. This was pretty enjoyable and totally not unusual but then it happened... I gazed at a man walking, but tossing an aerosol can as he walked, and I made me lose control of what he was doing. I kind of "wished" (That's the only word I can use to describe the thought process) him to drop it. After this occured I snapped my fingers with glee, and perhaps I caused what happned next to occur, after a fraction of a second after snapping my fingers the entire store lost power. The result was so close to the snapping of my fingers it seemed as I had "clicked" the switch off or something. The power outage was on my mind, but was it I who made it happen in the store, and even the entire local area? Was it perhaps someone else, someone watching me? It was too precice to be a coincidence. The electricity remained out for about an hour, but I could not understand a rational reason for this, the sky was not overcast, partly cloudy mind you, but no massive thunderstorm or even small rain storm for that matter, in fact it was sunny outside in the parking lot. It was kind of interesting to watch people cope with the situation but after it became boring I suppose, in my viewpoint, the electricity came back on.
What can I conclude from these two events? Perhaps the electrical malfunction during the night was caused by and outside force, extraterrestrials? and my bizarre uncoroborated (relating to my father moving my fan) memories were part of an abduction scenario. Perhaps I was taken. I make this accusation due to the strangeness and overall way this took place, or perhaps I was visited. Then I, in the store, might have activated soe power or superphysical control. The message here is "We have the power, but so do you." - the thought is virtually astounding, but it's the best feasible answer. Was I taugth something? If so can I control what I did in the store? This is quite an awe inspiring experience and will go into the notebook as a major occurance. The receipt from the day will be kept with the other items in the files to have proof that such occurances took place on this day.
August 30, 1996, another electrical disturbance, while at work power was cut from my house for about an hour. This is the fourth or fifth outage of electrical power within a month's period of time.
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