After about four lines of my thoughts being repeated to me verbatim, the conversation started. I was awed that I now had first hand personal evidence of the ability of another human being to read thoughts. This is world changing. I thought to myself, not realizing that I was beginning a conversation in my mind. “It is that,” the voice came from Mary’s mouth… months earlier she had told me that she had a two way radio transmitter installed in her tooth, something that while being far fetched, explained the strange intonation, and her seemingly disjointed personality. Often times she would look at me strangely and repeat words from this hidden source, and now I knew how it was happening. The voice I heard must be a psychic working for the Illuminati or the mafia, someone that was somehow able to read my thoughts, transmit them to Mary, and have her repeat them to me… now I was talking to it, and I knew the transmitter was real.
This was one of the longest running deceptions of the story, and while it may seem trivial, it is a very significant one. For a long, long time I believed that Mary was receiving her “orders” through a radio transmitter, and that it was some fancy CIA hardware that was “stolen” by the Mafia. It makes some sense that they would have equipment like this, and I rationalized it as a countermeasure to FBI wiretapping and eavesdropping that had crushed the operations of the five families in the decades earlier. The simple idea that the same mind control that was being used on me could also be used to “communicate” with Mary did not dawn on me. After a very long “demystification” process, it would eventually all make sense, but through most of the story I was sure that I was the only one being mind controlled. Wrong, it’s me.. her.. and you.
I asked the man, who I imagined to be the same nodding and quiet man who had played the “director” earlier, questions about why this was happening. He presented a story of a group of psychics, ones who could hear my thoughts due to proximity, and that because of an age related metamorphosis (I had just turned 30), I was getting louder. The whole thing, he said, was to scare me into leaving the area. My memory raced back to the Marriott, when I had heard loud whispers of me being a “good projector,” I asked him if the psychics worked in pairs, one being a “projector” and the other a “receiver.” He almost laughed, and said “no, that’s not the way it works.”
Reality shifting is very powerful, and while I remain grounded in scientific explanations today, at the time the idea of a psychic cabal reading my thoughts made perfect sense to me. This is the essence of the concept, that something that is not true, or only a portion of the truth will be perceived by the victim as absolutely logical truth. The entire ordeal, the Truman Show experience, is a testament to that ability, and it would serve the purpose in the coming months in my quest of discovering the how behind what was going on around me. The process took a long time, and brought me through a web of lies and unscientific explanations for months before I landed on what I believe now to be the real truth. The irony of course, is that using mind control it’s possible to make you believe… “almost anything” within reason.
I walked out for a cigarette, and then realized that I was wearing a shielded hoodie that I had purchased weeks earlier after discovering a site about gang-stalking and countermeasures. I pulled the hoodie over my head, and pulled the sleeves down to my wrists. While I was outside smoking, Mary came running outside to join me, even though she wasn’t smoking that night. I looked at her and thought What’s wrong hunny? She didn’t respond, as she had been the entire night, to my inner thoughts, and I internally noted that perhaps the shielding did stop the mind reading. As we walked back inside, I put the hood back down around my neck, and asked if the psychic power was “machine assisted.” It seemed to me that for someone to be reading my mind over a long distance, something more would be required.
This is one of those questions that is clear to me now to be not “of myself, the question was asked in my inner voice but transmitted to me using synthetic telepathy, it’s something a lot of OSEH victims experience, conversations with your self, sub-vocal thought. At the time though, it flowed as if it was my change in the direction of the conversation, as if I had gotten a eureka moment and felt as if I could have screamed “gotcha” after saying it.
I stayed up most of the night talking to the voice emanating from Mary’s mouth, while she tried to sleep. By talking, I mean I would think my half of the conversation sub-vocally, and I would receive an audible response immediately after. She woke constantly, complaining that I was keeping her up by talking (though I was making no noise), and would occasionally stay up for a bit and join in the conversation. When she spoke to the voice, she spoke audibly and quietly, and in her normal tone — this was much unlike the tone she took when she spoke to me at its behest in the past. I told the voice that I wished I had an implant of my own, so she wouldn’t be bothered. After hours, I feel asleep, and woke early the next morning with the hyper-realization that something life changing had happened the morning earlier. Mary and I went back to my house to continue packing (I thought), and my conversation with the voice continued, well into the morning.