March 31, 2012
A Circle, Like a Noose

Some of my time moves interminably slow. Other times it whizzes by like nobody's business. I've been seriously regretting using my gift to break Mr. Peterson's wrist and elbow like that. Sometimes I think it would have been the right move if I had done it bodily though, like when I was punching him. So even though I walked away, it's really like he won. Actually it's even worse. He started going after my friends, and the ones he hasn't got around to threatening and casting suspicions upon have turned against me. They don't need to believe what he's telling them about me. No. The treatment the others have received is enough. I wish I could, but I can't even blame them. Their lives are being turned upside down and inside out all because they knew me.

Government agents show up at your work and make a show of asking for your whereabouts. They speak loudly with you in view and earshot of your coworkers and boss about aiding and abetting a known fugitive or being a part of the fugitive's criminal and terrorist enterprise. They speak to your friends and relatives who barely know the fugitive if at all. Pretty soon the life you knew is over. Everyone looks at you different. Your appraisals and man-hours and conduct are all negatively effected even if you don't lose your job. Your social network profiles, email, and phone get scoured for anything that can be construed as illegal. Maybe they even demand passwords and access to see what you're hiding. You have nothing to hide, right? I wouldn't worry about that demand. They likely have backdoors that were legally required of the companies building the network--don't quote me on that as fact, please.

It's all a big self-fulfilling prophecy. If you don't give in to the O.S.I.R. then you soon will, in all reality, become the monster they've maintained you were even before you were a monster. What am I supposed to do? Will he let up on my friends if I disappear? Can I go any further underground without living under a rock? As Sarah or I said earlier, you can't fight them. They just replace personnel with someone more determined to take you out because you hurt one of theirs. I don't know if its better or worse that Mr. Peterson perseveres. There have been reports that he's out and about searching, even with his arm in a cast and sling.

As a final depressing thought this week I want you to know that this blog will continue. It has no financial effect on me. However, financially I am winding down to critical levels. Sarah and I likely overdid it in the beginning. We were not in fancy hotels by a long shot, but at the same time we could have aimed lower to begin with. We spent time with some friends she knew, but ultimately that was too dangerous for them. As it stands it won't be long before we are on the street. Finding piecemeal work for a day here and there has probably never been easy, but now it's a torturous grind. I don't know what to do. Still, you will hear from me even if I have to work ten minutes at a time in libraries and different little hole in the wall coffee shops with computers. I'm supposed to meet someone this week to safely wipe my laptop's hard drive and then sell the machine for the money.

Tags: agents, business, crime, finances, O.S.I.R., Mr. Peterson, OSIR, psychokinesis, social network, surveillance, suspicion.