August 14, 2024 The Book and I

I work on the book between 3 and 7 hours a day, and have done so for months. But I did slack off for a couple days and veered between disaster films and shark movies. I wonder: was I refreshed by the change of theme in my thinking, or did I merely anesthetize myself?

Last night, I watched a Netflix series about earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanos. Even tornados, the most boring of any of these. I was surprised to find I actually had empathy for those tornado victims. I was unhappy to discover I was envious of one of the chasers, as his eloquence is what I think I used to have.

I believe I have disadvantaged myself by not paying attention to the world.  

♪ “I touch no one and no one touches me.” ♪ That is part of a song, isn’t it?

It was refreshing to feel empathy. I’ve become way too detached from the world, but not from myself. Detaching from the self is the goal in Buddhism.  This book has me more self-absorbed than ever. Understandable, I think, given it’s so personal, and I feel duty-bound to tell the story.

Writing the book has deadened my vocabulary, that’s for sure. I use my contemporaneous notes extensively, and that always results in repetitive phrases, mostly along the lines of “I went out,” “I saw,” “I felt,” and “I took pictures and videos.”

I can recall every interaction with the Visitors in sharp detail, but not the Monitors. Makes sense. They were here so long, and created such havoc with my brain and body on a daily basis. I was desperate for them to leave, but now I miss them.  What is that? Stockholm Syndrome?

Maybe I shouldn’t miss them, given that things still happen here. The sphere came back on the night of August 11th. During the day, I went out to measure radiation levels at the fence line where I had been accosted by that one disc on March 14th. They messed with me that day  in order to gain time to eliminate those radiation traces. Bummer!

From the book:

During the day of August 11th, I went out to take readings from the fence line where that large disc had accosted me on March 14th. I couldn’t find the EMF sensor, so I set out with only the Geiger counter.

I started to walk the fence, but less than twenty-five feet in, my brain felt slightly crushed on the left side. I began to stumble, and righted myself before I could fall. The next four steps were wobbly, then I felt just fine. 

There was no appreciable radiation to be found anywhere along the fence.

That evening, the rec and white bumpy sphere was back. It was in the near distance of the western sky, but prevented me from using the Nikon because it wouldn’t focus; and from recording any videos on the cell because all I could see was black. I managed to capture two shots on the cell, though. One is just a trail; I failed to hold the cell steady. But the other shows a yellowed white light in a green sky.

The sphere returned on the 12th and the 13th as well, but only the 13th is worth talking about.

For the first time, I spoke to the sphere, and displayed the cat. There was a reaction. The sphere grew more red and more bright until it was a single non-blinking red light. I could feel the interest there. Did I sense more feeling because the beings were predominant at that time? That is, if my supposition about the sphere’s composition is correct, of course. A video taken with the cell turned out black

Bedtime is very difficult. No matter how sleepy I am, as soon as I’m in bed, lights off, the book haunts me. I find myself “writing.”

When I started this post two weeks ago, it was named, “Random,” and was to be a garbage can for all of the random thoughts I have throughout the day. Guess not. The book took over again.