Gary said that he was driving back to Redlands, California.
Both of the lumberjacks nodded in unison. The one who had not yet spoken said, That’s nice. That’s a nice drive. You will enjoy it.
Gary could not shake the feeling that he had walked into an automated display at Disneyland or some other amusement park.
None of the people in the place looked quite real,î he said. ìIf I would have really thought about it at the time, it probably would have freaked me out.
The All-American Mom asked him what he liked to eat.
Gary said that he had not stopped to eat, just to get some gas, thank you.
But what kind of foods do you like to eat?, she persisted.
Gary chuckled and was about to ask if she was doing a survey, but he indulged her and named a few of his favorite foods.
One of the lumberjacks expressed his opinion. ìThose are nice foods.
Do you live in a house or an apartment?, the other woodsman asked.
Gary was increasingly becoming uneasy. Really, í’ve got to get going, he said, I’m running a bit behind on my schedule.
Who gives you a schedule?, the station owner asked. Does the government, the ruling class, give you a schedule?
That did it for Gary. He was becoming really uncomfortable with the entire set-up. Everyone in the station seemed to be automatons made of plastic or some other life-like covering. Their voices seemed pre-recorded. The kid looking at the comic books never moved from his seat, but his arm kept flipping back and forth, back and forth over what seemed to be the same pages.
Gary found himself staring at the boy’s arm, and for a few seconds he felt as though he were losing consciousness, as if he were going to faint or go into trance.
Gary literally bolted for the door and ran for his car. I was completely creeped out. I didn’t really feel physically threatened, but there was definitely something not right about that gas station.
And then, Gary added the truly weird part, the part that he doesn’t really expect anyone to believe:
When I drove by the place about a month later, there was no gas station there. Nothing. And it looked as though there never had been. I knew exactly where I had been. I had taken note of all the highway and road markers. I drove to a number of small towns in the area and asked about the old gas station at such-and-such a spot, and everyone consistently denied that there had ever been a gas station at that location.
We wrote to Gary asked what he thought the meaning of his eerie experience might be since he had had a few months to think it over.
I believe that I had stopped at some kind of extraterrestrial or multidimensional testing or examination decoy,, he said. You know, just like a duck hunter will set up a blind and put out a bunch of decoys on the pond to lure in the real ducks. I think that I was a specimen, one of the human species, who entered the little replica of a gas station that they had created in order for them to study human responses, reactions, emotions, and so forth. Their replica of a gas station was a bit dated, however. If I hadn’t been a man in my 60s who was drawn by nostalgia to stop at the place, they might have sat there quite a while before any specimen stopped for analysis. On the other hand, I have to consider an alternate to the above statement and consider that they drew their replica from my memories. I am not an egotist by any means, but as I think back on the encounter, it was obvious that the charade was all about me–or at least my kind.
Do the Spirit Mimics, the Multidimensional Beings, the Extraterrestrials, the Fallen Angels, the Ahrimanes, the Jinn walk among us? Do they strive to enlist humans into their cause?
Since the beginning of time, the Fallen Angels and the Cadodaemons of Ahrimanes have possessed the vulnerable and the weak and deceived them with the promise of becoming like unto gods. These multidimensional shape-shifters have always been devoted to their goal of capturing our soul energy.
The only effective protection against such creatures of darkness is–and has always been–to choose to serve the Light. Since humankind has been blessed with free will, each individual has the gift of choice. There comes that moment in nearly everyone’s life when he or she must make the choice between creeping stealthily in the shadows or walking openly in the Light. When we choose to walk in the Light as free spirits, we are able to see clearly the path that lies ahead and discern any pitfalls that may loom before us.
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