"The Being", Part 21

Well, in another time in middle school it was in the playground during class or recess break.
But we were all playing dodgeball, while there were some side audience members watching, as some of us actually played in this kids game, I was one of them.
Now for those who do not know this kids game: Dodgeball is a game where there is a sizeable rectangle where participants gather inside of, and at both ends of this rectangle are two ball throwers, which happens to be a very BIG rubber ball. With this very huge rubber ball, these two throw it at participants within the rectangle, and whosoever is tagged by this huge rubber ball, is considered out of the game.
Anyway, I was at first too shy, and admittedly scared to play, it looked forebodingly painful, and I was not any physical dynamo...in fact, my female cousin could persistently beat me in arm wrestling. So for some time, I stood at the sidelines just watching, when I was talked into entering the game...finally!
So there I am, in this rectangle playing dodgeball, where due to my timidness, both shy and fearfulness of that great big ball, slamming into me, I am purposefully dodging the ball by shielding myself behind people, thus getting them tagged out instead of me!
Well at first, the game went rather soft, thus wiping out my reservations of playing...but...they went and amped it up, and noticing that I was hiding to escape being tagged, the participants would purposefully make way for the ball when it came thrown down the rectangle! Well, I saw this, and at first...I think possibly I did get tagged out, possibly more than once even...but as I played on more, I did get to a point where I did amp myself up as well! Needless to say, it came to a point where I was impossibly dodging every attack set forth upon me, without the ball ever even coming close to me, though at times I would allow it to come close then jeeust dodge it with my impossible agility! It came to a point where the sideline crowd watching, grew in number, and now there was a massive crowd of kids watching the game, both cheering and insulting me along.
After awhile, I was doing so incredibly well, the two dodgeball throwers were complaining of their arms tuckering out, that they could not throw the huge rubber ball anymore, so someone volunteered to take over throwing the ball, but then they got tired, with painful arms!
So I bolstered them and said: Awww, come on, a big guy like you, tired, stop pretending! That is when they got a second wind to last even further, and so with newly bolstered strength, the game played on, now even more intensely! Yet still, I could not be downed, my agility was impossibly too quick, and again, if I would not dodge the ball by a mile, I would let it get to me close enough, and then impossibly dodge the ball! While sporadically bolstering the two ball throwers to last the marathon out, thus making it hard even more on me, trying to dodge the ball...yet still successfully doing so anyway! Well it came to a point where some disdainful enemy kids too raged in anger over my superiority, sent one kid to do some dirty work and was eating some chips on the sidelines, I noticed this and how he was dropping some onto the rectangle! It got to the point that I did inevitably did step on these dropped chips and slid hard onto the cement playground, with my right hand catching the brunt of the entire fall, thus breaking it at the wrist! Yet, with no finger pointing or even screaming of the pain I felt, I calmly said I think I need to go to the doctors, I cannot move my wrist. So someone pointed me to the nurses office, and the nurse there said, it was indeed broken, I had fractured it deeply. But was, amazed at my very calm reserve both politically and physically.
I was sent home that day, and immediately my dad took me to the doctors for an arm cast, for my broken wrist, which was indeed fractured quite profoundly, though 'they' The Secret Watcher crowd would lie and say was a slight simple hairline fracture not even visually accessible to the eye or X-Ray. But I had taught all everyone of them there, of noble sportsmanship(bolstering my 'enemy', non judgmental peaceful mentalities when breaking my wrist), of profound pain tolerance, and last but not least, my own bolstering of my own agility to impossible levels! All this with the initial shyness to participate to begin with, though later well talked into to doing so, which proved to be just that: a proving ground...of what I am quite capable of when I choose to be when mood sets in!
Needless to say, this impossible agility later was asked of me how it was so, for no one had ever seen such impossible agility before! I said, when I am calm of mind, I can see things in a slowed down pace, so as to dodge it coming as from a mile away! They were all stunned to hear this explanation, yet the proof had been established, by the secret filmed recorded instant too by the Matrix, and now well archived, which had been studied intensely by all of them, for its incredible feat as done by me!
Thus calm the mind, and always perform at one's personal peak, was taught out for the very first time, and thus was utilized as a teaching tool in all things of manner, from staying calm during a math quiz, to fighting in the military...but most visibly it was taught to boxers, and used in this arena a lot!

"The Being", Part 14

Within this chapter I will touch upon the subject matter of The Secret Watchers and their tactics of presenting me with 'planted' folks, if you will, in my lifetime.
Now, in a prior chapter, I mentioned some friends of mine, Chris and Ryan, who were my childhood friends from long ago. Who to my coincidental surprise moved to the same neighbourhood in the South Bay area when I exactly did. But to later find out in my adulthood, that it was planned all along by The Secret Watchers.
So here are two childhood friends, who I for the most part, innocently saw as simple human friends, who to me at the time, I had thought, had absolutely no knowledge of who I actually was. Turns out though, they actually had absolutely full knowledge of who I was. So now reflectively looking back on this, I can find moments of our friendship when certain things I did, in a 'safe environment' would actually warrant a major wide eyed momentous event...safe environment as written here regards to the aspect of any given environment under which I would deem safe to be the real me, without outing myself as to who I really am.
So one instant would be when we were all playing cards in Chris and Ryan's room, it was Black Jack. We had all been handed our cards and were at the stage of deciding whether to hit or not, it was my turn to decide, and I had a hand of 20, now in this instant I am safe as to not needing a hit, because the object of the card game is to come as close to 21 as you can, if not 21 exactly. So in this case, a hit would not suffice, I should stay...BUT...I told Ryan, who was dealing that day, that I wanted a hit anyway. Now this was done in a joking manner, and yes, I was playing along with the theme of joking whim...BUT...when Ryan gave me the card I hit for, it turned out to be a 1, and I received a perfect 21, and won that round of card game. To which all around between the two brothers, were mutterings of: I cannot believe it, I cannot believe it! At this point both their faces went from laughing from such a ridiculous request to hit, to stone sober straight of astonishment.
Looking back, once again, though I had thought this was a 'safe environment' to be the real me, it was clearly one which in fact was not, and where the two friends had actually known what they had just witnessed! But to much of my own subjectivity, was still playing ignorant as to admitting to what had just actually occurred...I was playing dumb as it were. In fact, in the next round of card playing, I deliberately made poor investments as to lose and be careless with my dealt hand of cards, as to cover up my tracks...masking the reality of it all, but according to their Secret Watcher status, they were not so dumb to the situation of what they had just witnessed and took heavy and due note!
Well turns out that The Secret Watchers had always done this in my lifetime, and still do, for the most part, to keep direct tabs on me, besides keeping tabs on me through the Matrix/Big Brother system. So yes, in my life, I really do not know who could be a 'planted' person or not, it can be literally anyone...which by the way, my enemy does the same to, and sends forth into my life, 'planted' people...and because these people can literally by anyone, it is truly hard to discern.
For example, it has and still can be a homeless bum on the streets...O yes!!!
Thus, it makes making friends a difficult task indeed for me...resulting in my loner mentality and ways when I am in a new or social environment or even in my life in general...really.

"The Being", Part 13

Regarding such tactics under which society was engrained by The Secret Watchers, to the reality that I am, there are many for sure, but I will mention some of them, and point out its pertinence.
Well, to begin, I have said, that due to my unique alien heritage, in my human form, I have two very profoundly pointed ears. This would be pertinent in the way that, I happened to have looked up the word ELF, when I was quite young, and it said to the effect: a humanoid lifeform, with magic powers, and pointed ears...Ireland eighteen hundreds something.
Now, I looked this up in the early 80's, and I knew that I had not been around in the 1800's...AT ALL! But later to find out, this was a tactic used by The Secret Watchers to engrain society of the fact of pointed eared humanoids, who wield powers.
Once again though, looking back on this, I would have to say, that then, elves were an 80's phemonen. Which by the way, I would later find out the word ELF stands for: Extraterrestrial Life Form (E.L.F.)...me!
To further move on with this chapter, there would be the tv shows that abounded, for example to think of an old tv show, would be: The Powers of Matthew Star, which was an 80's tv show, which I tuned into while still in my youth.
As for current tv shows, there is one currently running show called: Kyle XY, though this tv show is loosely reflective of my life...as in the social aspects are, but not his abilities/powers of the mind. As for elsewhere where one may find this secret tactic to engrain society would be the sudden boom in the sales of organic products in mainstream grocery markets, as oppose to finding them in specialty market stores, like Whole Foods. This is pertinent, because these superpowers as you humans call it, technically is called by my species as: Organic Technology. As well, to further continue on, the sudden boom in the superhero/superpowered themes in movies, like Spiderman, X-Men, and most recently the movie Push that came out about two months ago this time 2009, is directly correlated to this specific tactic used by The Secret Watchers to engrain society to the reality that I am.

P.S. While many of these tv shows and movies do reflect the reality that I am, they most assuredly change names, places/locales, physicalities(sex, race, etc.), and rearrange certain life experiences, while maintaining a semblance of reflecting the superpower aspect of it in the storyline.

P.P.S. I mentioned the sudden boom in the movie theatres regarding the superpowered themes steadily on the rise. This can equally be said regarding the tv show arena, such as the aformentioned Kyle XY, as well as Heroes, both of which are currently still running as a tv show series.
Though an interesting tv show series now off air, is Roswell, now available on dvd.

"The Being", Part 12

I mentioned in the prior chapter, that I at times, have and did come out of my 007 mode of operation, to openly be me.
Well, one incident was in class, specifically a science class, led by a Mr. Cheesman science teacher aficionado, apropos I would do this particular feat of power in science class, considering it later came to be called: Phase Physics.
I came to class with some other kids that day, and we got into a chat about the topic of superpowers, and what exactly this meant. Anyway, we began to talk on as to what our respective meanings were, and of course mine was really gone from any of their meaning. In gist, the classmates said such superpowers as being governmental, political and consisting of human bodies who run these respective superpowers, i.e. in the west, it is the U.S., and so on, throughout the world, and how these superpowers work cohesively to make function the world in its proper order...at least to the best of their abilities and to the degree under which they can by whatever resources laid available. Weeell, then came for me to give my two cents worth...and I said, NO IT'S NOT!
Superpowers is when you can do whatever you want, having powers, get it! That is what is meant by the term superpowers! Well, one of them said: Yes, that is true, as a superpower, you do have the capability to do whatever you want, this is quite correct of you...such as make new laws, change trends, introduce new products to the mass public, and even yes...have sexual relations with anyone you desire, I suppose, I mean as a superpower you would have it within your means to do it. Here I am once again: So then, perhaps would this so called superpower be able to let's say...make a styrofoam cup disappear? I mean if as you say this superpower can indeed do whatever he may, as a superpower, then surely he can make a styrofoam cup disappear! He then said: No, of course not, that's impossible, come on! Then I said: But that is what I mean by superpowers, the ability to do this kind of stuff, not what you guys are saying! Needless to say, we are now in class, on the cusp of starting class session and the class is steadily filling up with more and more students, as well, the science teacher is present. I am sitting in front of my styrofoam cup, mentioned earlier in the example of what superpowers means to me, and I am, without touching it, simply looking at it intensely with rather a pleasing smile, to which immediately...WHOP...the cup disappears! It is gone from sight, and everyone is simply stunned, to have just witnessed this impossible feat! Some loud whispers, along with blank stares, and...yes...snickering pursue. I ignore it all, and simply sit there stoically in my seat, when one of the baffoons, a member of the: You're not so special club, came stomping by, bumping into my desk hard, as to make the styrofoam cup fall from the desktop and land on the floor, only to make it reappear again, which again stunning the classroom eyes present. Well anyway, that day would be a day no one would or could ever forget, but in time, as my efforts as 'Peter Parker' would serve too impenetrable, indeed this and other days of being me would be washed away into somewhat obscurity, until in my adulthood, I would reference it once again, and had the current audience go and look it up in the Big Brother Archives, to be privy as eyewitnesses to an impossible event so many years ago, in my early youth...and yes...all were stunned all over again, as back then at the time in class.
That particular power used was transmutational in base, not bending of light as to cloak an object into falsified invisibility. Thus, in within its core foundation, the molecular structure of the totality whole was phased out, and as written earlier in this paragraph above, this would later be known as: Phase Physics...and tho acknowledged within The Secret world of Watchers, it has been featured in an episode of the Stargate sci fi tv show, regarding Merlin, The Ancients, and trying to find safe havens for a seemingly doomed people, from enemy hands, to where it was concluded to phase out the entire world itself...O yes, it was as well included in a Stargate fan magazine, in a pages long article regarding the exemplary science of The Ancients, as reported by Samantha Carter, the head scientist character on the sci fi tv show: Stargate.


P.S. Stargate is one of many sci fi tv shows that have borrowed much from the reality of my life, as offered them through the archives of The Secret Watchers' file on me. Which is a means of engraining, in a not so upfront way, the society to the reality I am...which I will get into as a tactic used many times over in later chapters to come, as I have here and prior chapters.

P.P.S. Though usual protocol warranted a maintenance of my undercover disguise as human, it has been justified, for testing reasons, to at times come out from under this cloak openly, though extremely rarely done

"The Being", Part 9

So now to bring along the story to its next chapter, I am now at So. Cal and have now just enrolled into Bert Lynn Middle School.
Again, I have no clue that what seemed like a simple move, was actually guided by the hand of The Secret Watchers nor that awaiting for me at the school is a specified curriculum and social environment catering to me and with all this are teachers and fellow students who already know of me.
But to me, it is just another day, casual with nothing special, very ho hum really. Also at that time, my friends who I have known as my dad's co-workers sons, had moved to the same place and same apartment building with their mom and dad, so our families were neighbours.
Funny thing with my friends, Chris and Ryan, I would find out later...again...in my adulthood, they had full knowledge of me as well, and actually worked in conjunction with The Secret Watchers...which is a storyline that is interwovenly intricate in and of itself.
Going back to school...enrollment was rather slow and dull, so was first day and I was no stand out personality, but rather reserved...anyway. You have to remember, tho my heritage is alien, I am going around as tho human, in human form, in this disguised regard, tho my profoundly pointed ears would make one look, but for the most part make no waves, unless you were among *The Privileged...and of course they would take heavy note among themselves!
But regarding my reserved demeanor, like I said I was by nature this way anyway...but...due to my Clark Kent mode, I was in no hurry to be noticed, so playing it at lowkey was my agenda.

*for definitions of: The Privileged, look back on prior chapters

" The Being" part 5

It was around this time and age, relatively 9-10 years old, that there would be certain TV shows and movies made, specifically reflecting my life, as produced by The Secret Watchers in conjunction with The Privileged.
I will once again decipher what a secret watcher is and what a privileged viewer is: The Secret Watcher is one who has been watching secretly who is aligned with politics, i.e. superpowers, governments, world leaders, fundamentally they are the movers and shakers as you so call them...The Privileged are they who also have been secretly watching but have no ties to politics, i.e. the common layman, the rich and famous...BUT...The Privileged were let in to this society by way of The Secret Watchers!
As well though, I will go on the record as to say that within these two groups there would be the supporters and the naysayers alike. As such, you have already seen me speak of moments with The Secret Watchers in a negative way, while this certain chapter is in a better light. Anyway, having found out about such watchers in my adulthood, I have labeled them in these categories for simplicity's sake.
But anyway, it was about this time that certain TV shows and movies had been made to directly reflect my life.
A TV show around this time, that I used to watch and still remember is: The Powers Of Matthew Star, another one is: The Misfits of Science.
Now regardless of title, these shows would borrow from my life and incorporate it in their shows, the common thread between these two shows is that they are both about beings with superpowers.
As far as movies, at around this time, a now very famous movie was made with heavy implications toward me and that movie was: E.T. The Extraterrestrial. Now I have only used a small sample of TV shows and movies around this time, but I will go on to say there was actually many more. But since then, ongoing throughout my lifetime, there has been many more others to be sure, but I will make a leap to the present time and tell you that the sudden wave of superpower themed TV shows and movies, has everything to do with me.
In fact, this is so, due to a certain endeavor me and my associates are taking to make conclusions to, which for story telling I will make concise note of only, for now...fundamentally we are taking measures for the public at large, to know what the privileged few only know...secretly.

P.S. As well, besides TV shows and movies, at that time and now, there would also be books, comic books, animations alike that would be made reflecting in some way to me...in all the media types mentioned, some would marginally borrow while some others would quite heavily borrow.


Sabre's note:
I just wanted to mention the ET / Ronald Reagan story here.
I imagine most of you already know the story about Reagan and Steven Spielberg at the screening of ET in the White House.....
"Following the screening the President leaned over, clapped Spielberg on the shoulder, and quietly commented, "You know, there aren’t six people in this room who know how true this really is." Unfortunately, the sudden press of people approaching Spielberg and the President, prevented Spielberg from pursuing the strange comment made by Reagan."
http://www.presidentialufo.com/reagan_ufo_story.htm

"The Being", Part Two of Part One

Part two of one from " The Being"......

It was during the time at my stay at L.A. that I began my duties for the mission given me, which included as a subsidiary mission to enlighten by way of guide.
As such, about nine years old, I was playing with a rubber blue ball, bouncing it against our electric fireplace, which had a brick foundation to it, and I was bouncing it in a way as to make it come back to me. On one such bounce, it landed on the edge of the brick base instead, just out of my reach. As I sat there feeling quite lazy, I merely made the brick base into rubber and then had it stretch the ball to my reach, to which I gladly picked up then. Now continuing on with my play with the ball, my cousin Annet came out, and asked me some question, to which I exclaimed out loud, what I had done, to which she said: Can you do it again? As I sat there and tried, I told her I now had a pounding headache, which prevented me from doing it again, and what a pounder it was of a headache!!! PAIN EXEMPLIFIED...But I had done what I set out to do, which was to test, but be it known, I am not in the habit of including my family in my affairs, so this sort of thing was indeed sparse, if at all; for me, secrecy kept against my family was VERY KEEN!
Another time was about when I was nine as well, it was when I would play a handheld black & white electronic game owned by the apartment manager's son, Johnny, about two years younger than me, so he was about seven, and the game was Donkey Kong Jr. I would play it first, and there would be levels to play, and on the first level played, I would be able to nine times out of ten times, or ten times out of ten times, make the initial score come up 333, and the small crowd of friends would be astonished by this every time. But what would REALLY make their day was when I would, while the numbers were rolling, hand the game over to someone else to hold, to which when the numbers stopped rolling...IT WOULD BE 333!!! Again to test, and see the results of therein, to which I hold unto myself, as one performing the tests. It would be later on when some friends would come by with other games such as Donkey Kong not Donkey Kong Jr., there would be some kind of trickery going on. What it seemed had happened was, that The Secret Watchers had produced this game Donkey Kong, with a secret hidden button that would make the character Mario jump, which is what the obvious button for jump did. For awhile, this friend would play Donkey Kong and make Mario jump without obvious actions, until I finally piped up and asked how it did that, and to which he revealed it to me...the secret button for jump, to which I exclaimed what a fool thing to do, why would anyone make a redundant button for jump!!!??? I thought the whole thing ridiculous and an utter waste of time, and surely thought the makers of the game mad!
I would later find out in my adulthood, that The Secret Watchers were envious of what I could do and was trying to outdo me at every chance, all the while exclaiming me...FRAUD! Though they themselves could not explain any of the things they would lay witness to!!!!!!!!!!!! But still there would be the supporters, and through their aide, I have reached a certain nexus point in my current life, in this place and time now. Needless to say, I was then asked by this certain neighbourhood friend who had just told me the secret button for jump, regarding how I do what others have boasted about when playing Donkey Kong Jr., to which I played dumb, a method besides lying, I would employ throughout my life, for many a reason, one of them being that it was not the proper time and place for revealances. Thusly, it faded away, the boasting from my neighborhood friends of my amazing feat regarding the manipulation of the score 333, and it was all but forgotten. Later I will tell you why this number IS SO MEANINGFUL AND SHOWN IN A RATHER ENCRYPTED WAY AT THE TIME, TO LATER BE DECIPHERED IN MY THIRTIES.