EXIT STAGE RIGHT /
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I am sitting in my prison cell, viewing several surrounding cells through the bars. The feeling I have is that I will be spending quite a bit of my life here, as if I had been convicted for something I actually played some role in. However, "THE MISSION" was not yet complete. Sitting on the state issued non-posturepedic cot, looking downward, I notice my tattoos and muscular arms. Clenching my fists, blood pressure rising, vascularity popping through my skin, the third eye opens with a clear linear view piercing through the surrounding FORM REALM (like a laser pierces darkness) as an alarm sounds! The center of my field of view was like some kind of SCRAMBLED STATIC TIME WARP, while the main field of view was my actual form surroundings. As the alarm sounded, the S.S.T.W. formed a picture of my open cell door. With only a slight hesitation, I ran through it, down the hallway shuffling amungst other prisioners for space. I followed the S.S.T.W. every time it formed another FULL FIELD of view leading me to my next outlet. Running through hallways, corridors and doorways, the collective group of prisioners i was "RAT-PACKING" with were lead to the outside yard. There was mahem. A section of the northwastern wall was breached, police and k-9, riot geared correctional officers and s.w.a.t. team tactical commanders were fighting, stunning and shooting prisoners as they were all making advances toward escape. The third eye turned to SCRAMBLED STATIC as I was left with 75% of a field of view, the 25% being the center view- S.S.T.W. I began to scan a perimiter, hoping to "TUNE" the center view into a picture, filling my full field of view and "ADJUSTING" the "TIME WARP RIFT" as it had led me from my cell throuout the maze of prison. Instantaneously, a conclusion came to me as my next direction appeared through an INTACT 33 FOOT northeastern wall. [The breach in the northwastern wall was a distraction as a "3 foot back-yard type swinging chain link fence gate appeared THROUGH THE PRISON WALL, and it was opened.]***SOMEONE OR SOMETHING WAS USING SOME KIND OF OBVIOUS "GO THIS WAY" TECHNOLOGY PROVIDING A ROUTE OF ESCAPE FOR ME THAT DEFIED KNOWN PHYSICS AND THAT ONLY I COULD SEE.*** Sprinting through the "PORTAL" disguised as a chain-link gate, I pass a black doberman that was barking at me. I start cutting rights and lefts through people's properties based upon what areas seemed obvious. IE: garbage cans placed near walls to use as a "big stepping stool", pathways "pre-trampled" through dense under/over brush, lenghts of board and "connective material" ajoining adjacent structures until I came upon an old white garage. I considered it a "WAY STATION" to catch my breath and collect my wits. As I entered the single door which was up, I notice a heap of antiques piled in front of a 19.5 foot "RISER PLATFORM" that looked like scafolding from a BACKSTAGE PLAYHOUSE. I turned around and noticed I am in a 2 door garage. Curiously, the antiques seemed to be arranged in a HIDDEN "ROCK CLIMBING WALL" POSITIONING. Finding hand and foot holds amidst old table legs and dusty dress maniquens, I made my way to the riser platform somehow knowing ANY MIS-STEP would send this wall of antiquities crashing down upon me. AMAZINGLY, as I pull myself over the railing of the riser, I NOTICE A GIGANTIC ANTIQUE CLOCK OBSCURED BY THE MOUND OF ANTIQUES (from the floor 1/2 way up the clock) AND A DARK BLUE VELVET STAGE CURTAIN (from where the mound of antiques peaked, to the ceiling.) This clock seemed more like a "DEVICE" than "BIG BEN" as I notice light eminating from an open window toward the upper "RIGHT". Assuming this is my next "EXIT" I pull a rought iron ladder from the top of the heap and position it perfectly beneith the open window. I climb to the top and peer out the window noticing a long thick "rafter type rope" on the ground a good 39 feet beneith me. It was clear someone had been here just before me, as they were in setting up all my "obvious go this way options" leading to my no seeming end of the line. Or, they intentionally threw the rope from the window making it clear that I am to go no furthor. Just as that conclusion settled in, I realize I am hanging from the window as [[[SEVENHAWKS]]] standing on the riser repositions the ladder beneith me I climb back down, a VERTICAL RECTANGLE appears on the left face of this massive old clock looking device, as he walks into this BLACK STATIC disappearing into the face of the clock, I NOW REMEMBER BEGINNING MY ASCENT UP THE LADDER TO THE WINDOW ON THE "RIGHT", [[[SEVENHAWKS]]] TAPPING ME ON THE LEFT SHOULDER WITH THE SIMILAR "STATIC" OF THE (S.S.T.W.) AND (BLACK RECTANGLE) FLICKERING LIKE GOLD AND GREEN GLITTER AMIDST A COSMIC DARK BLUE BACKGROUND FORMING HIS EYES........ I then awoke........... I checked my e-mail and there was a message from him: I have already made arrangements with a friend of mine (here) who has family down there he will be visiting, in the area. We have not yet set a firm date, but I will keep you in the loop. Hope you and I get to "spend some time" together... its been far too long. PS Will also will pick up keyboards and deliver some of your stuff I have.
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<~~~ADVANCE WITH UNDERSTANDING ONLY~~~>