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