We are at Labor Day in 1997, it is very nice. My son who lives with me has gone camping with his mother. I'm outside of my apartment still excited for the experience I had yesterday. Inside all my drawings are spread on the living room wall in order to figuration, ready to insert my fairy tale. Suddenly I see, on the other side of the street a flame dancing on dry pine needles. There are children who play not far away. I tell myself that it probably the ones who fired and then it went away, leaving behind them a spark. This flame has a strange and unusual brilliance. There is no smudge and pine needles are no blackened. Finally I cross the street and I pile on and the flame goes out. Children are always there, not very far. The idea to hold them accountable and lecturing crosses my mind but I give it up because I'm slipper. I return to my home.
soon enter, a force forces me to kneel and ask God as it was before me but I'm facing the wall, it allows Abbot From Sword help me finalize my tale. I do not think the words that I utter. I say things against my will without having to think is amazing. I get up and I sit at my computer: A Apple IIe with an operating system UCSD Pascal . I walk into the text editor and I type automatically, despite myself I write without thinking, the following text:
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but this one is true.
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That what I was typing. I book with spelling mistakes and absences as I wrote. I had no accents on this computer and wrote very nervously. I would say that any me subtly dictated as I was typing. I had more control of my body nor freedom of thinking. A tool that I absolutely could not resist. It is very difficult to explain.
That's what my fairy tale. Me, I put a little humor in the last of which was free but the story of creation is in what I have been dictated. When the force that controlled me told me to witness the fairy Monika, I had a reflex resistance for a moment I thought, "Not quite full still " then the force I slapped the first sentence of his testimony and has insisted on: Add all the evidence of the fairy Monika .
soon as I finished my text back, I had to go to bed and slept a few hours. At I woke up everything was normal in my home. I immediately printed text. I was once more calm and serene. Me throughout these years that I had tortured their brains to find what I had to tell my various characters, I had everything there and I repeat: I would never find it alone but when you think about it, we had lived like me, it makes perfect sense. That night I was sleeping and my neighbor interrogative text tell that I live in my next mystical experience, the last date.
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