GOING DOWN

do you want to go?

I could hear a siren off in the distance. I listened awhile before deciding to record it. Start audio and continue reading.

It reminded me of the many times I stood out front of Marsay’s house waiting for EMS to arrive. I’d already done their pre-work, smashed down doors, or windows to gain access to her husband. They never said thanks. They seemed irritated. One time a Sheriff arrived. He was suspicious. We must have looked suspicious. He asked us questions as if we might have been involved in a crime. Just doing his job, right? Marsay’s husband died two nights ago in a hospital. No more 911 calls for Marsay.

On the audio the siren lasted for two minutes before it faded out. It didn’t just stop so they haven’t arrived at their destination, heart attack, stroke, or some other CV19 vaccine related injury were my thoughts. I was in the fire department in the 90’s as a volunteer firefighter. This is an unusually long response but there is a good reason. Our fire station that is located about a mile away has been shut down under construction for the last eight months or more. What did they do with their staff? Maybe they didn’t have any more staff and couldn’t replace them. A good time to start a re-construction project, nobody will notice. Unless you call them to come save you and now the closest dispatched unit is eight to ten miles away and if they’re out on calls and can’t respond the next unit is 10-15 miles away. Did you get a Philips defibrillator for Christmas or a How to Perform CPR for dummies book? In my two years in the fire department, I don’t know of either ever saving someone, but you got to try something. It doesn’t look good to show up and just say, “Yep, he’s dead.”

I am like most of you, ready to end this shit. They kill me or I kill them. I’ve called them out. I’ve attempted to lure them to me by exposing them. Let’s go out into the street and see who the fastest draw is. It’s not a macho masculine thing. It’s a I’m sick of this shit thing. I know they’ve received my invite. I’ll have my recorder running just like the previous encounter to document it. I’ll share it in an attempt to prove we are not alone. ET contact. Close Encounters. Alien #1, #2, #3. The Thing. They Live. They seem content to just hide behind their barriers and keep on killing / feeding. Aren’t they afraid they’ll get fat? That could slow their draw down a bit. Not good for the aliens. Trust the plan—OPERATION EXPOSE THEM.

I fell asleep while the recorder ran for about an hour on my bedroom window seal. While I am deep in sleep my spirit hears it all and sometimes responds to them. Like always a host of paranormal sounds / spirits come through. Incredible finish.

Going down? In order to find them, to expose them we have to GO DOWN to where they are at. That is where most will hop off this train, even your favorite bravest.

7:28am—I’m heading out vagabonding. I’ll have my recorder as well as my phone to take pictures and video should it produce something incredibly supernatural that will lead to an explosion of God-like coincidences. They are a reminder.

Auf Wiedersehen my friends.

The VRR Alien Series HERE.