My first year of university was kind of special. It started with dreams that were, different. I started with flying dreams. I kept dreaming about teaching certain people how to fly using their mind alone. I would "wake up" in my dorm room and get dressed and phase through the wall and fly across campus to someone else's dorm room and wake them up. We'd go flying. It was fun! Then we'd go back our separate ways and I'd go back to bed. I'd wake up and go to class, tired. No big deal. The campus police was a job for students. They paid students in their third or fourth year or later only. Those were the mature students. The students volunteered for the job. They would take a stint of watching the women's dorms or patrolling the grounds for vandals. Taking drunks back to their rooms or the police if necessary. All quite laid back and very insular. The only thing was that my chemistry lab instructor had the same dreams that I did. She was one of the people that I dreamed of taking flying. She told me in the lab class that she dreamt about me taking her flying that night. I said that I had a flying dream and she was in it. We compared dreams. She completed my sentences and I completed hers, right down to what each of us was thinking. We chalked it up to telepathic connection and thought it was funny. It wasn't telepathic connection. There was a rumour going around about a strange person flying around the campus at night. I thought that it was silly. My dreams were just that, dreams. The campus police were freaked out about it. They started travelling in groups of two or more for protection. I kept having these dreams and thought it fun but strange and then something different happened. I was woken up during the night to fly across campus but I got dressed and felt a little tired, so I phased through the wall and walked across campus. One of the campus police spotted me and called out that I was to stop. I stopped. He asked me where I was headed. I told him it was none of his business. He asked me where my dorm was. I told him. He told me to go back the way I came or he would charge me with something. I got angry and picked him up off the ground ( without touching him ) I told him that he was going to leave me alone and not bother me anymore or I'd get angry. I pushed him against the biology building. He was six feet away from me. I squeezed the air out of him and then let him breathe. I felt that he was going to throw his flashlight at me so I told him to stop and think about it. Look down. He looked down. He was fifteen feet off the ground. I used telepathy to communicate with him from the start since it was easier than trying to talk at the time. I told him that if he threw the flashlight and I lost concentration, I might let him fall. He relented. I told him to go about his business and leave me alone. I gently put him back on the ground and stood in the air where I was. He turned around and looked up at me. He took off for another part of the campus. I flew to my destination and completed my dream. I woke afterwards and thought "I must be insecure. I had a power trip dream." Two days later, I was lining up in the dining hall queue and the same guy came over to me. He was the assistant chief of campus police and knew some martial arts. ( I'm not sure if he taught them or just took classes. You can't hit something that's out of reach. ) He just walked up to me and told me to stay away from him. I was just too weird. He walked back to his place in the dining hall queue. I had never met him before. I thought that he must have meant someone else. I dismissed it as someone who was mistaking me for someone else. ( Every one knew me by a nickname ) The rumours continued to fly with my nickname attached to it. One of my physics professors asked me over to his house. I had been walking and was in the neighbourhood, so I came in and sat down. He asked me about the rumours that I do strange things. I asked him to clarify it. He wouldn't elaborate things further. I told him that it was just rumours and to dismiss it.
He said that that was good. People don't walk through walls or fly across the campus. I told him that that part was true. He was shocked. He asked me to demonstrate. I asked him what did he have in mind? He was noncommittal and left it up to me. I told him that I could walk through his wall if he wanted. He was all alone, so I felt it was safe. I walked through his wall to another room in his house. He was shocked and amazed. He asked me how I knew where to walk. I told him that I could see through walls, so I knew where the easiest path was. He asked me to demonstrate. I told him what was where in another room that I had never been in. he even moved things around to try and trick me. It didn't work. He was amazed and then asked me a stupid question. He asked me if I was Jesus Christ. I told him no. He asked me if I was the devil. I told him no a second time. I told him that I was human like him. I was born with special powers to accomplish special tasks. I told him that I personally knew the one who he called Jesus Christ and he did good work although he wasn't like he was depicted in the bible. He accepted this and I went home. I continued to have flying dreams. I also started to haunt a women's dorm. They didn't like it, but they were afraid of me. I would visit two women in the dorm who were special to me. One was my chemistry lab instructor and another one, I didn't even know her name. Since they are special to me, I won't tell you their names. I would go to their rooms on different nights and take them flying. One day I went to eat dinner and I was in the dining hall next to this dorm. I was eating and I had overheard somone talking. They were talking about me! The woman who was doing most of the talking said that I had ruined my chemistry instructor's life by being with her. She could do much better than me and I was a joke. Going out with a much older woman and ruining her school life too by dragging her down to my level. ( My chem lab instructor wasn't popular with the guys or her roommates. ) I was so upset that I started crying. I flew up to the dining hall queue, ( We entered at one level and walked down stairs to the dining hall ) I pushed my way through the queue using telekinesis and phased through the wall. I walked along the driveway next to that women's dorm and turned to go to the town proper. I stopped and walked along the backside of the dorm and flew up to my chem lab instructor's room, ( it was on the second floor ) phased through the wall and sat on her bed. I waited for her to tell her that I ruined her life and I was so sorry for doing so. Her roommate was the first to find me. She unlocked the door and then went and told my chem lab instructor that I was waiting for her. She came to me and talked with me and made me feel better about myself. Her roommate got the campus police to come to her room. The campus police woman came in and told me she was going to charge me with break and enter. She asked me how I got into a locked room. I told her that she wouldn't believe me. She asked me if I had a master key of some kind. I told her no. She asked me how I got into the room then. I said that it would be easier to demonstrate. I told her that it would be easier for the demonstration if I could touch her. She was unwilling, but I told her that I wouldn't harm her. I was just going to show her how I got in. She consented. I grabbed hold of her wrist gently and walked through the outside wall. I floated with her down to the ground. She was scared and held onto me tightly. I told her that it was perfectly safe and when she realised that she was on the ground, she let me go. She looked at me and asked if we had just been up there. She pointed to the wall that we just went through. I told her that she should make her own mind up about that. I turned around and flew back up to the wall and phased through again. I sat on the bed and she came back in four minutes later. She told me that she was going to call the police and I was going to jail. I told her that no jail would hold me for longer than it took to walk through the wall. Realisation dawned on her that there was nothing that she could do. She asked me to promise not to harm the residents of the dorm and I told her that I had no intention of harming anybody. I told her that I was just visiting some friends and that was all. I warned her not to interfere with me or she might find herself in real trouble. She asked what I meant. I told her that I have "friends" that would do things to her to make her see the light if she didn't comply. She left. ( Later on, I went to the dorm through the front door and male guests were supposed to be signed in by a resident. She told me to go right in. The other men who were waiting for someone to sign them in were appalled. They said that I should be signed in. The campus police woman told them that I was a special case. She couldn't stop me if she wanted to. One of them decided that he could go in without the signing in procedure. I stood in front of him and told him that he should wait like all the others or he'd have to answer to me. He was going to bully his way through and then changed his mind. He went back to the desk and said to his friends that he didn't like the way my eyes glowed yellow like the sun. ) The chem lab instructor found me in the dining hall queue the next day at lunch time. She went to dinner with me and asked me to point out who said such a stupid thing about me. I waited and when I found her I pointed her out to my lab instructor. She asked her if she said those things about me. The woman didn't deny it. She told her to apologise to me. The woman refused. She told her that if it was up to her, she wouldn't be sitting there right now. Somebody like me would shred her into tiny pieces and they would have to close the dining hall because they cleanup crew would have to pick up her pieces with tweezers and put them in a bucket. The woman blanched at this. My lab instructor told her that I got upset and left the room instead of killing her nad she should count herself lucky. She asked how I left the room. The woman looked at the railing about fourteen feet up that I cleared and came over to me and apologised. My lab instructor told her that it was none of her business who she was seeing and if she wanted to ruin her life, then it was her life to ruin. She was old enough and she could see who she wanted to. Later on we were in the lab and the power went off. There were no windows in the hallways, so we kept still. Somebody in another lab knocked over a bunsen burner and a fire broke out. ( This was a university in maritime { eastern } Canada in the early eighties. They had never experienced a power outage and a fire at the same time, so there were no battery backup lights in the halls. ) We had to leave the lab, so we all went into the hall. It was so dark that we couldn't see anything. Fire regulations stated that we had to close the doors when we left a room. We weren't allowed to leave the door to the lab open. The lab instructor couldn't see anything and was confused as to the way out. I said that I knew what to do. Hold hands and hold onto me. I would talk them out. The lab instructor asked how I could find my way in the pitch black. I told her that I could see without using my eyes. I was using my mind like radar. Just follow me and I would lead them out. Other people from other rooms were adding to the confusion. I called to them to follow my voice and grab hold of someone as they went by. I lead them along the hall. My lab instructor asked how could I see. I told her to close her eyes adn feel with her mind. She did. She suddenly realised that she could do this too. People behind me were remarking about how I glowed in the dark. It was like a halo that religions depicted for saints but it was around my whole body. I lead them out and asked told my lab instructor to keep everybody there while I went back in to lead everybody out. She told me to keep everybody there and she would lead everybody out. It was her responsibility and she could see in the dark too. She ran back in and helped many get out of the building. They couldn't understand how she wore thick glasses and yet could see without any light at all. They cheered her. Another day we left the lab and she asked me if I was going to dinner. I told her that I was and I was just going to get rid of my lab books and other hardware. We came out of the lab and she wanted to fly. She jumped up into the air and I grabbed her. I told her that other people wouldn't understand about us flying and pulled her to the ground. People who passed by thought that I was holding her up instead of down and thought we were behaving strangely. She thought that we should show off what we could do and make them understand. I told her that others would understand only too well and try to stop us. She looked at me questioningly and I mentioned the reptilians. She understood that we were to keep it a secret from them. She was not even supposed to mention it to others in our group. We broke up at the end of the year. No hard feelings.

I roamed that dorm's halls and one time found a man trying to assault a woman. She refused to have sex with him and he was trying to beat her up. She was his girlfriend and he was too drunk to know what he was doing. I pushed him up against the wall telekinetically and squeezed the air out of him. He was a little less belligerent after that. He decided to punish me by getting his friends to help him beat me up. They came to his aid and looked at me. ( I am not an imposing figure. In my first year of university, I was five foot five inches tall and weighed 180 pounds. My next year in university I was two inches taller and am at that height today. ) They couldn't believe that he couldn't fight me. I told them who I was and then they couldn't believe that he could be so stupid to pick a fight with me. Some didn't believe the stories and decided to try me on. I pushed him against the wall and then lifted him up to the ten foot ceiling. My feet weren't touching the floor either. His buddies scattered and took their stupid drunk with them. They decided to punish me by trashing my dorm. They made a mess of the place, ( about as much as we did ourselves on a party night ) and went home. When we came home from class and found out about it, we resolved to do something ourselves instead of calling the campus police. John Masheron was a football player who lived in my dorm. He was going to get his football buddies to settle the score. I told him about why it was done. John was furious and couldn't wait to take him apart himself. About ten of us went to the guy's dorm and we called him out. He came with some of his buddies. They soon learned that there was more of us than them so some of them went to get reinforcements. John told him that he didn't like guys who beat up women. He decided to be brave and asked who was going to start the fight. He didn't want to fight me and John was much bigger than he was. He didn't relish a fight with him either. He wanted to wait until he had numerical superiority. John couldn't wait. He grabbed him by the throat and hit him in the face. His buddies were going to get into the fray and I told John to go ahead. I would hold everybody off and let him do what he wants. I told John that I couldn't kill anybody ( Not literally true. I didn't want to kill anybody. ) but I could deal with all his buddies. There were four of them. I picked them up with my mind and held them against the wall. I took turns with squeezing the air out of them and growling to them telepathically about how they are supporting a stupid drunk and now I was supporting them against the wall. Some more of his roomies came to the fray and I closed both doors to the halls at nearly the same time. I held both doors closed as I held the guys against the wall. ( The doors were forty feet apart. ) John beat the guy in the chest and the face. He was beaten senseless. When we were done my dorm buddies and I walked out. My roommate asked me what happened back there. He was there and he didn't believe what he saw for himself. We went back to our dorm. The campus police came calling and asked John about why he did it and that they were going to charge us with assault. The assault charge never happened and the guy's dorm offered to pay for the damages. They would take it out of his damage deposit. Our dorm refused saying that it was stupidity on both sides and let the matter drop. A couple of days later the woman who was being beaten by her boyfriend was seen by me with the same guy. He apparently had learned his lesson and didn't want another one.

I kept roaming that dorm's halls and some of the women were quite scared of me. They would walk out of my way. Sometimes I would walk out of their way, upside down walking on the ceiling. I asked one of the women why they were so frightened of me. she couldn't come up with an adequate answer. I told her that I would do something for her. She asked me what and I said that I would help her dance. She asked if I was a good dancer. I told her I was a terrible dancer but I could help her dance anyway. She was intrigued and asked about the music. I told her that any music she liked was fine with me. She played some music and told me to show her what I meant. I started dancing on the ceiling. She freaked and I grabbed her and made her dance on the ceiling too. Some passers by looked into her room and I grabbed them. About twenty of us were dancing on the ceiling for about half an hour before I got slightly tired. I let them all down gently and told them that I had to go.

These all happened in the presence of many people. They happened in daylight

And you haven't been on the news, why?

Prolly because social services revoked his gun license

I can't shoot worth beans, but I can make someone shoot just fine.

Seriously, do you think all the strange things make it on the news? When the campus police reported seeing strange things, they weren't believed. When they actually saw more evidence, they refused to talk thinking that they would be condemned to a psychiatric ward. It happens over and over again in our world. If you don't prove it, you won't be believed because I say so. I say it didn't happen and that's final. My ex wife said it best about aliens. They don't exist and we can do nothing about them. She related a strange story about how she walked home from the elementary school behind her house when she was fourteen in the early morning in her night gown. She didn't know why she was there or where she was coming from. She was going home. Even my roommate told himself that what occured in that dorm when I held four guys against the wall didn't happen. He was there. He should know. Your reaction to these events tell all. Why do you think the aliens put locks on our minds. ( The ones lucky enough to have these powers. ) We have to appear normal. We would be treated as freaks or someone would try to use us for their own gain. When we are abducted, we are free to use our powers, but we must have respect for the "masters", my friends, the greys. They use them too so everything is normal. That is why some abductees report using telepathy when they are being abducted. Some report flying around in their bedroom or walking on the ceiling. I had a dream of walking on the ceiling when I was eight. I woke up to see the footprints above me to prove it. There's more to this world than just commerce and technology. That's why you are here on this website.

You know, freestone, I'll be completely 100% honest with you: your story is out there ... I mean really far, far out there.

However, there's something you keep goin' back to that's real familiar to me.

1) You mention how when somethin' happens that doesn't 'play by the rules' so to speak, people just pretend it didn't happen. Dude, been there, done that. I had a paranormal experience and everybody involved pretty much went haywire. One person completely became another person: changed their clothes, changed their hair, changed their damn NAME and moved to another town to be somebody else. Another person just doesn't remember it. Like, when I press them, they'll admit it, but they'll just say "I don't wanna go there." Another guy got religion in a huge way, started thinking he was Jesus. Another guy was almost committed to an asylum by his family because of a breakdown. It was like my circle of friends exploded or something.

Which brings me to something why your post rings a bell. Like I said: I read about you going through walls, flying, using telekinesis, and I'll be honest. It reads like the biggest pile of BS ever ... but I heard something like this once before, back when I had my 'episode'.

2) I was talking to this guy and here's what he said. He pointed to the brick wall behind the sofa he was sitting on, and said: "See that wall? I could put my fist through that wall." Waited until I stopped laughing. "No, just hear me out. If I really wanted to, I could put my fist through that wall without hurting my fist" he had to pause while I laughed at him some more "and without ... hurting the wall." That stopped me. "And why? Because the wall's not really there, and neither is my fist. They're representations, a way of looking at things in a way we can understand. None of it's real. Break it down, it's all energy, but what's energy? Positive and negative charges. At a quantum level, they don't even have mass. So why do we see it? It's an illusion. But you see, there are rules. We all agree on the rules. We agree 'that's a wall' and 'this is my hand' and 'my hand can't go through the wall' and so on, but WE made the rules ... and we can break them" mind you, this was 10 years before The Matrix.

"It's like a game of monopoly. We play the game a certain way because we all agree on how to play the game. But let's say you start making up your own rules. Let's say you start going counter-clockwise, putting hotels wherever you want, taking money out of the bank just because you feel like it, refusing to pay when you land on somebody's property: one of two things would happen. Either (a) people agree to change the rules, then everybody does what they want ... but then it's no longer monopoly, is it? It's some other game. Or ( people don't want to change the rules, so they kick you out of the game. See, I could take off right now, go fly across the sky. What would happen? Either (a) everybody would realize that it's possible, and then everybody would be doing it ... in which case what we think of as reality would break down and become something else, or else ( people would just block it out, pretend it didn't happen, like the freak who goes backwards on the monopoly board, or maybe I'd get kicked out, disappear, cease to exist ... or maybe I'd just go to some other game where we can do that stuff." That's what the guy said, probably not word for word, but that's the spirit of it.

I have a theory that there are two dimensions: one is the perfectly 'normal' boring world filled with science and facts. The other is a realm filled with aliens, ghosts, monsters, ESP and all kinds of stuff. The two dimensions are right next door, and they overlap. People in one world can see people in the other. And sometimes we can cross over.

So freestone, while it might seem that you're living on the razor's edge between real life and fantasy (or one dimension and the other), and are dangerously tipping to the far side. While it might be that you are just putting us on, poking fun with an outlandish whopper that's completely unbelievable ... as unbelievable as your story is ... it's pretty familiar too.

This post has been edited by kirin-rex: May 27 2008, 06:32 AM

You have to believe it for it to be real. Our science is like that. We have to believe in something and then prove it. If we don't believe in it, it doesn't exist.

That said, there are rules to this too. You cannot phase through things longer than you can hold your breath. Your physical body would die. You cannot fly in the sky very high for the same reason. Telepathy has some more rules. You cannot communicate with somebody who won't listen. They put up a wall against you and you are shouting at a wall. Unless you are very strong. But if you break down their wall, they become your puppet. Not very nice. Precognition is even weirder. You see the future, but the future is not set. The future changes as you watch it and that is very weird. That's why you only see glimpses of what is or might be. Predicting the future is very hard to do.

Aliens have their own agendas. How can you fathom an alien mind? How can you reason with someone who will do as they please and take you whenever they want? You can if you have their respect, but you must have a very good reason.

Everyone asks this question in their life at some point or other. "What is the meaning of life?" We should rephrase it to say "What is the meaning to my life?" I can't answer for your life, but I know what my life holds. Soul Drifter asks me to talk about the energy beings that I experienced. There are too many things that must remain private to tell. I am writing my memoirs and it takes me eight pages to relate an event that takes an hour to live. I am a slow typist. I type with all my fingers, but I make so many typos that it is difficult to do it efficiently. Other things are special and need to be edited out of public forums like this. I can tell you all that I have four tasks to complete for my life. Three were assigned to me and one I volunteered for. This site is the volunteer work. I will help others complete this task. The task is to educate, as much as possible, the human species on aliens. I will only relate my experiences. Others will have different experiences. I am not the best source or the only source. I am not even the last word. I am not infallible and please ask if I don't make something clear. Even debunkers can come up with valid questions. One thing that I find interesting is that nobody has wondered why I am called Freestone. I chose that name as the most descriptive of what I am. Man's first weapon is the first free stone that he can find. Why do you think I have these powers? To laud it all over the normals? Most people's power doesn't work. They can't do it, not will not. I have to have these powers to complete my other tasks. My powers are actually muted from what will be the weapons in the future. There are even more "out there" things that I won't go into.

I was allowed to run wild in university for a reason. My enemies would have a hard time finding me after. I moved my main domestic residence during my first year of university and my second year was much tamer. Another reason was that there were five other people in university, like me, who are going to help me complete my other tasks. I had to let them know that it was okay to be different. Have you ever had someone you never met tell you that they know you? They don't know your name and have never seen your face and yet they know you? I have. After they examined certain scars on my body, they declared that they know me. Two of the people in university that year "knew" me. One even said that I look good in a beard. My facial hair grows slowly and it looks horrible for the first couple of months. I have only taken to wearing a beard in the winter to protect my face from the wind.

I will explain about telepathy. The sender sends images/words and we translate into something we can understand. Their "home" would look like our home to us. Some things don't translate well or at all. Try to demonstrate humour to a race that doesn't have it. A surprise is another thing. To some races, the unexpected is undesirable. There are no pleasant surprises. So with translation of difficult concepts, something is lost. Emotion. Imagine writing something on this website without punctuation or capital letters. Similar to text messaging on a cell phone. Everything will come across as emotionless. Dispassionate. The only thing we can pick up in telepathy is how strong the signal is. Somebody is "shouting" or "whispering". Anger makes people shout even though it might be the wrong thing to do. An angry telepath will up their signal strength. Shouting takes more energy than talking normally, so it drains us faster. It takes time to recover.

Nobody asked about the fire. It was put out in about two minutes, but everybody has to get out during a fire drill or else there is no point.
Another thing happened in my second year. A woman who was on the campus police force was beaten severely. The university decided that it was not prudent to broadcast the news that women were being beaten on a small, friendly campus like ours. Police were not contacted and there were no news stories. The event was quashed outside the campus. I have an annual of that time and all it said was "the incident". Not all real news is told. The university had powerful allies in government and in the business world. The university was Mount Allison University in Sackville New Brunswick. All the Bermuda bankers go there for their business degrees. It is preferred for business degrees over places like Oxford or Harvard. They also have alumni like Alex Colville and the McCains of McCain food fame. The campus is small ( Only about one thousand five hundred students go to it a year), but very influential. It is the second richest university in Canada. I did graduate with a degree in physics. Bottom of my class and it took me five years to do it with two years out.

Nobody asked who woke me up either. I never saw them. I just knew that I had to get up to do something. It felt like the small greys, but I can't be sure about exactly who.

lucky...

freestone:

why not come out and explain what these supposed tasks of yours are?

No sense being elusive in the midst of a wild-ass story like that...

Let me accomplish them first. I am at the one that I told you about and you can see what I put down on this site. That's one task. You can't see the other ones until they are accomplished. One of them you won't see at all.

These other tasks involve more than just me. A lot of people are counting on them and I don't want to disappoint them. It's like poker. If you bluff, you don't want the opponent to know that you are bluffing and you don't reveal your hand until they fold. If you have a winning hand, you also don't want to scare off a potential payout. Play them along a bit. Pretend weakness. Don't reveal your hand until you can't get anymore out of them. Only when you have a result can you show your hand.

How mysterious.

Since secrecy obviously isn't needed here, after all, you've walked through walls and flown in the sky in front of all kinds of witnesses:

do us a favor. Call CNN and demonstrate it for them. Go down to your local news agency and start walking through walls. You'll be on international television in no time. Go ahead. I'm breathless with anticipation.

Since you've already publicly demonstrated your powers, there's no point in saying you're not allowed. It's already happened, and you've talked about it here. I think this is something people all over the world should know about, so please ...

This post has been edited by kirin-rex: Jul 17 2008, 10:13 PM