Topic: Ninjas vs. Samurai / Ice Cream vs. Wasabi
It occured to me today that certain of my associates are not the nice "ice-cream loving"
and wholesome people that they appear to be. One individual in particular has eyes which appear rather opaque, a description which has been mentioned in the Matrix Agent articles. He's still here now, down by the pool.
As wise interaction forbids an acknowlegement of this possibility, and cherised hopes of common friendship wane, I grow wary. The samurai would not say "You are my enemy! I'll get you, you dastardly dunce!" No words were needed. It was just "known", and if you didn't know you hired another samurai to spy for you: a ninja. A ninja had no honor, and like an agent, had the bribery and the spying and the sneak attack. ( And also if you didn't know ....Your'e Fired!)
To test the situation I went to the opposite end of the pool from this person, which I never do, and wrote furiously. Then I left. When he saw me writing and not interacting with him, he did a double take, then was on the cell-phone lauphing sardonically. Mere social discomfort? Possibly. But how odd I felt as I looked into those eyes at other times, how strange and infuriating when he and his girlfriend (who just happens to be from the same town in Cali that no one ever heard of) talking about me....I had the volume off and perhaps this conversation wasn't a coincidence. What they said was contradictory: flattering yet insulting at the same time, and I got they feeling they knew that this sort of thing "drives me bats."
Yet at the same time I feel terrible suspecting them of all this loosh manipulation, they are otherwise just such nice people. Yet there is that gut feeling.
Today was a day of dark realizations for me. Perhaps it's mere gossip, which can be bad enough at its worst in its own way. My intuition tells me that either something has changed in the MCS programming, or my subconscious has added up a tally of observations which my conscious mind refused to acknowledge. After all, these are supposed to be friends.
Are the coincidences too great (there are others beside the hometown, but they seem innocuous enough), or am I "jumping the gun?" All I know is that I suddenly realized that all these happy similarities suddenly did not add up to the boon friendship this picture painted.
Another individual, this one female, seemed to me to mumble something cryptically about me into her cell, but it was unclear what. Then she went right back to a 180 degree different tone and demeanor and acted as if nothing happened. Strange.
Perhaps they are sent to torment me subtly and extract loosh with half-hidden insults.
Like anyone, I am imperfect and can be a jerk, but I'm not SO bad! I keep to myself around here for the most part, yet I feel they know so much about me. It can hurt, but I have to remind myself it's not me, it's either human ignorance, etc. or agents.
This kind of interdimensional warfare can sneak up on me, and I feel it ratcheting up, so stories, feedback and commiseration are surely welcome. Not a time to play it cool if we can share data. We know how to be careful.
I can't say I haven't been warned! ( Sorry, Ice Cream, but so have you.)
Wasabi Sedna