THE WATCHER Directional Change

[THEWATCHER]

One instance that stuck in my mind all these years. It was when I was older, in fact just after my 10th birthday. Was at the place for about a week. I was reading a book on my bed when one of the others, a tubby boy named John jumped up from his bed holding his head and stumbled about. It obviously scared the rest of us as we noticed blood coming from his mouth and ears. Someone shouted for help and a nurse came running in, she went over to John and hurried him out of the room. We later learned that he had died whilst in the medical wing but no more details were told to us. We were warned very strictly to not talk about the event or we would face punishments. During that time frame, during one of the medical procedures I underwent, I recall sitting in the dentists type chair and the horrible rubber gas mask think being placed on my face. The nasty smell of gas was nauseating as i drifted into blackness. I woke up in my bed hours later with very painful headache and a very sore throat. I looked down and noticed my arms were bandaged too. After this my eyesight deteriorated and forced me to start wearing glasses. Oddly enough though my night vision was tremendous, I could see easily in the darkest of dark nights, rooms etc. Some consolation LOL.

[THEWATCHER]

Many of the tests in age range of up to about 8 were considered by the older children as baby games which upset the younger ones and often started fights among the children, the bigger older children always winning of course, until one day when one of the 8 year old girls gave a 14 year old girl a run for her money. The older girl was picking on a group of younger girls, making faces and prodding the younger ones in the back. This riled one girl to turn around and with a face red and full of anger stood clenching her fists as the older girl flew backwards onto her behind. It all went silent as the older girl, rather indignant and with hurt pride got up and ran away crying. I decided to never get on that girls bad side ever.

[Fredkc]

Something that bugs me...

Left alone in this place by parents, the only company being other children like yourself...

I had, by most people's standards, a fairly strict childhood, as far as early schooling was concerned
(for a yank, anyway).
It was a bi-lingual English Private school in a foreign country. (time frame is '56-'60)



'Nuff said? (God, I hope so!)

This resulted in several confrontations, and a few brinkmanship encounters
between my parents and school.
Occasionally these turned on decisions arrive at by either the school saying:

"Well, you are, of course, free to remove your child anytime you wish."

Or my parents saying something like:

"Of course I can always write next month's check to another school."

Or maybe both.

But I don't think there'd be any reason or excuse you could give to my parents that would get them to "deliver" me to such a place a second time. I doubt I could have hidden the fear of such an encounter from them, well enough that they wouldn't pick it up.

My parents were patriotic, in a way that would be hard to understand for people who didn't live through the first half of the 20th century. And my father was not a stranger to classified projects, either (Ex: Hanford Pant - See: Manhattan Project)

But I suspect the only way you'd get my young ar$e in one of these places a second time, would be to kill my parents.

So I am curious:
Just what did they tell your parents about what was going on?
Did they use anything to keep you from telling them "too much"? and what?
What was it they thought was going on?

Fred

[Jacqui D]

I think Fred mostly the parents were mind controlled, thinking that their child was in the right school, educational wise i always thought my parents were controlled anyway.It made the whole thing so much easier for THEM to continue with the agenda at hand.
Just my twopenneth!

[Jacqui D]

Barry may i ask why your arms were bandaged, oh i remember the smell of that mask now i know why i have had an aversion to the dentist chair all my life, i am interested in why you were bandaged though seems a theme running here.

[eleni]

Yes, the parents are completely controlled.

[Kari Lynn]

I just found out today that the school councelor took my two youngest boys out of the school building yesterday. Without my or my husbands permission or knowledge.
I'm extremely concerned right now, because I don't know what the reason was for this.
They were driven, at least 20 miles to a town east of where we live.

Both boys are excited about it though, because as reward they both got to go shopping for new shoes, socks, etc....

I must add also. They didn't need new shoes. Their grandmother had bought them brand new shoes not more than a month ago, plus they still had two good pair from previously.
Not to mention there goes one of the Christmas gifts I had for them.

I'm so angry right now, I can't even see straight. It's taking all I got to stay here and not go up to the school and beat some heads in. It's not even LEGAL for them to take my children in their cars! That's KIDNAPPING! GOD! I want to kick some *ss!

[THEWATCHER]

Originally Posted by Jacqui D

Barry may i ask why your arms were bandaged, oh i remember the smell of that mask now i know why i have had an aversion to the dentist chair all my life, i am interested in why you were bandaged though seems a theme running here.

They performed surgery on my arms, data kept from me till i saw my files in 1977 and 1978, an augmentation is the phrase typed on the page.

[THEWATCHER]

Originally Posted by Fredkc

Something that bugs me...
I had, by most people's standards, a fairly strict childhood, as far as early schooling was concerned
(for a yank, anyway).
It was a bi-lingual English Private school in a foreign country. (time frame is '56-'60)



'Nuff said? (God, I hope so!)

This resulted in several confrontations, and a few brinkmanship encounters
between my parents and school.
Occasionally these turned on decisions arrive at by either the school saying:

"Well, you are, of course, free to remove your child anytime you wish."

Or my parents saying something like:

"Of course I can always write next month's check to another school."

Or maybe both.

But I don't think there'd be any reason or excuse you could give to my parents that would get them to "deliver" me to such a place a second time. I doubt I could have hidden the fear of such an encounter from them, well enough that they wouldn't pick it up.

My parents were patriotic, in a way that would be hard to understand for people who didn't live through the first half of the 20th century. And my father was not a stranger to classified projects, either (Ex: Hanford Pant - See: Manhattan Project)

But I suspect the only way you'd get my young ar$e in one of these places a second time, would be to kill my parents.

So I am curious:
Just what did they tell your parents about what was going on?
Did they use anything to keep you from telling them "too much"? and what?
What was it they thought was going on?

Fred

OK, good point. My case, as I'm sure were all of the others involved, a certain amount of coercion was used, in whatever fashion or level. Who knows what was said, done to the parents to make them give up their children into these programs. Ask the same question of anyone involved in these programs centreing around children. They quite possibly have no real answers available to them. In my case my parents had a child, one of 5, i had older sister and three younger brothers, but I was different. My parents had a child that died at age 2 and was miraculously brought back. That they had a child that was different, unusual, some might have said freaky. I came from a military family. My dad was in the Royal Engineers in WW2 in Germany. In 1945 he was involved in a secret mission or operation that even today is covered by a secrecy seal. In 1978 I was shown a folder which contained details about my dad, it had 100 years seal on it. My grandad was an artilleryman in WW1. By the time i was inducted into the Anvil/Oaktree program strange events had occurred in my life and affected my family. My parents were often asked, as i got older, why me?, whats going on, why do you send me there? etc etc. But as anyone of my age group will state, as children we respected and obeyed parents, anyone in authority in those days. We did as we were told. My parents were very strict, my dad especially. A military man whom took no nonsense from anyone, he instilled in me discipline and obedience, and respect for authority. If i crossed the line, which was a few times, i had that big heavy belt on my backside. I learned lessons and did not make further mistakes. At 15, when my final visits to hospitals, this place, other establishments finally ended. I went up to my dad and confronted him, we faced off, neither giving an inch. We could have killed one another but both backed down without losing ground. It was to remain an unspoken unanswered part of my life. Even a month before my dad died during surgery in January of 1999 I sat with him and softly asked why?. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and could only say it was for the best and was for my country. I was choking up too so left it there. I knew he would not pull thru the rigorous surgery planned for him a few weeks later so we said our goodbyes that day

[no caste]

Originally Posted by THEWATCHER

It was to remain an unspoken unanswered part of my life. Even a month before my dad died during surgery in January of 1999 I sat with him and softly asked why?. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and could only say it was for the best and was for my country. I was choking up too so left it there. I knew he would not pull thru the rigorous surgery planned for him a few weeks later so we said our goodbyes that day

Watcher,

Is it possible to post a photo of you and your dad, maybe 1 taken by your Mom or close family member - or maybe just your dad - and #2 in a work sH*T-ituation.

It's very poignant. I am glad you and your dad had that moment. He is lucky that you came, as you did.

Thx

[THEWATCHER]

Originally Posted by no caste

Watcher,

Is it possible to post a photo of you and your dad, maybe 1 taken by your Mom or close family member - or maybe just your dad - and #2 in a work sH*T-ituation.

It's very poignant. I am glad you and your dad had that moment. He is lucky that you came, as you did.

Thx

When my dad passed away he left the entire house and contents to one person, my youngest brother whom acted as carer for my dad. This was OK to an extent but did result in arguments that meant I have not spoken to him, my sister and her husband, whom lived nearby and were constantly coming round trying to influence my dad, in ten years. Remember I was the troublesome odd one out, the black sheep of the family. I was in my dads will all along till 1998 when it was hurriedly changed. But thats another story. In that house were items that belonged to me, items I left there when I moved out to get married in 1979. Also, and more importantly, my dad had stowed away in a befroom cupboard, atop a built in above the stairs cupboard, a bag containing all his WW2 stuff. His medals, papers, tons of photographs of him and his unit in Germany, etc etc. There was also a silver cigarette case belonging to an SS officer. As a young boy I'd frequently get that bag from the cupboard and just sit and look at it all in wonderment. I often said as the years went by that I would like those items if my dad ever wanted to part with them. The last time I saw them was in 1977 during redecorating. After my dad passed away and my brother took control of the house I was not allowed to go there and retrieve not only my belongings but I insisted the WW2 stuff should at least be passed over to me. I not only asked for them frequently but being the eldest son I stupidly thought I deserved something. A massive amount of ordinary everyday photos were also in the house along with many reels of homemade 8mm cine films from over the years. All of this was denied me. I can try to obtain some unit photos but cannot guarantee. I had a number of photos taken whilst I was with my unit on Salisbury plain, will see if I can gain access to them.

[Jacqui D]

Sadly this happens too many times in families,regarding your dads momento's etc, but this would have been of utmost importance to you perhaps to enlighten you on your past hm!
Oh the black sheep thing you weren't the only one believe me.
Seems a trait which runs through families when there are those who are different.

[THEWATCHER]

Originally Posted by no caste

Watcher,

How did you come to be in this school? facility? orphanage? Did you live there? Day classes? I know in the UK it's common to send kids to boarding school. In fact, I have a close friend who's still kind of traumatized by being abandoned by her parents at a young age. (She still can't believe they didn't come see her, as they lived close by.)

Was it a special military facility?

Thx

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It is one of several regional centres, being the closest to my then home address I was taken there regularly over the course of the ten years. Sometimes just a day sometimes several days at a time, during school holidays it lasted a week or two. It is still in use today, we can refer to it as a specialised Military establishment. Yes the number of guests perusing is a concern but thats beyond my control.

[THEWATCHER]

Originally Posted by hours

G'day,

Why do some beings come though with a heightened sense of their psi potential,
whilst others, remain completely unaware? I've wondered this for a while.

Thanks

Hi, could be that some individuals recognise from a young age that something is different about them, as they get older they experiment, find there are things they can do that are perhaps perceived as unusual, or even paranormal. Some are more 'intune' and inside they know they have abilities and capabilities that their peers do not share. Many are unfortunately grounded, their potential never realised as they are cocooned in modern day life styles and even restrictions placed upon them by religion or peers, families, whatever.