weird stuff vent

[zolaluckystar1]

Hey guys, I'm dealing with weirdness , I just would like to vent:
Nov 27th I'm at my studio. It was the day after my first day volunteering time for the thule contemplative society of Hitler - a call came from the blue – a man wanting to donate – and the next thing you know, he had me on the phone and was working very hard to convince me to drop everything, he would be over in fifteen minutes, pick me up, and take me somewhere! Somehow he was mentally bowling me over. I almost said yes. A thought voice in my head spoke up: Wait just one second here! Then I found the strength to say no, you know what, I don't know you... He actually said: You think I'm going to take you off into the bush somewhere and murder you? I'm thinking: You said it, I didn't! But that wasn't the end of it, he calls back asking for me. Very persistent and strangely focussed on ME. I waved the other person with the phone off who said: I don't see her right now, want to leave a message? He called twice more after that but now we weren’t picking up. Because even Mr pragmatic I work with said he thought it was odd how intent this guy seemed on me. That night I'm there working late alone. I have a code my friend uses when he wants me to pick up the phone at night, otherwise I ignore it. The phone went at 9:30 PM and it was the code, so I picked up. It was this weird persistent man again! “How late are you there? I'll come right now!” I said forget it! I hung up on him. But what I'd like to know is....how did he know my code? So that was weird.
Working late Dec 9th at the studio. I'd spent all day writing. I do a lot of writing. Originally planned to work all night as well, I have artwork to do for yet another ongoing project (I'm busy). I finished something I was writing, sent it, suddenly felt really woozy as powerful deja vu hit me. A thought voice spoke in my head: GO HOME. It said. But....GO HOME.....ok. So, feeling guilty, like I'm a lazy shit...I pack up and leave.
And guess what? The rear doors were forced not much later, someone entered through the back, kicked in the door from the back studio to the front (it was padlocked) and entered the area I had just vacated! He didn't bother to touch anything in the back, he made straight for the front where I would have been, with headphones on and music blasting in my ears. I would have been taken totally by surprise. And the alarm would have been disengaged. Satan only knows what would have happened! Thank you Satan, or my GD, whoever told me to leave! That's beyond weird! I wonder: I can't help thinking if the two instances are somehow...related? I've been with this place for 12 plus years and never has anyone ever broken in. He didn't touch anything, he seemed to have an objective. And never have I had anyone so intent on getting me out of the building and going somewhere with him like the first weirdo...I don't believe in coincidences. I've had too many 'paranormal' experiences. I can't talk about this to people I see in the day to day, they won't understand about a concept like...that people with weak defenses can be accessed and used like puppets by our enemy...as a sort of agent. So what I'm saying is could the two instances be related in that sense? I don't mean it's the same person. I'm sure it's not. But...yeah, I don't understand. But it sure pisses me off as it's a serious interference with my work! I do my best art in the wee hours of the night. I'm a night owl. When I get in the zone hours pass like minutes. And I can't do the art if I'm not in the zone. So till the security is upgraded – we barricaded the back as best we could - I can't wear my headphones, I have to keep the phone beside me and my ears peeled. It kind of cramps my style. Rains on my parade. Fuck you, enemy!

HS!