This is very disturbing. And I have started a plea on G+ and will continue it here, Hank is lost, Devra maybe lost too. But perhaps if Devra can find Hank, they can both help each other.
Transcript:
I've been wandering the streets of Berlin. I've seen
many things familiar to me: the embassy, the Reichstag, the Brandenburg Gate. I
have clear memories of a surveillance training exercise in 1993; felt like a
game for us at the time. Little did I
know that friends would later die because they, they didn’t play it well
enough. What I don’t know is why I’m here.
The trip to the cave it, it doesn’t make sense. So I’ve been walking, thinking,
step by step trying to clear away the noise. I know there’s a message for me.
Maybe it’s in the portals. I just need to see through the wave to the water.
Sometimes messages come to me. Usually as images, just
a snapshot, like a, like a frame lifted from a movie. Often they come when I’m near
portals. Lately I’ve been seeing glyphs as well. Sometimes I’m in the images,
but, but I’m not seeing myself from my own perspective. I’m seeing myself from
someplace else; from the portal looking back at me. It’s me I’m seeing, but it’s not me. It’s a
different reality. Sometimes the things I see, well, they happen. I see them
before they happen. That’s saved my life more than once. In Afghanistan I walked into the U.N. office
in Kabul. The guard standing outside the Director’s office caught my eye. In
that moment I knew he was going to use his AKA to shoot everyone in the room.
The day before I’d seen a single image while I was meditating, his face looking
over at me as he fired his weapon. When I recognized him in the office, I didn’t
say anything, I just left. I was only a little startled when I heard him empty the
clip behind me. I should have stopped him, but I didn’t trust the visions so
much then. Now I do.
