Carissa Conti (@Carissa_Conti)

Part 3 of 4 But the running theme was mainly him insisting repeatedly that I can’t truly know the full extent of what he’s dealing with. I had to keep reiterating that I’m not trying to turn this into a pissing contest buuut…actually I *can* relate and understand, and that there isn’t a single thing he’s said that I haven’t experienced too. I needed him to know that he wasn’t alone in this, and that at least one other person out there understands. I *get* it. I haven’t just experienced completely mind bending and outright impossible synchs, but abductions, reality glitches with people and stuff appearing and disappearing from one moment to the next, impossibly timed circumstances, the endless cars/bicyclists/pedestrians appearing out of nowhere jumping in front of me to block/impede me or get right in my exact space at that exact moment, stuff constantly interfering and fucking with me to deny me from having various experiences, taking over people right before my eyes, saying pointed crazy things to me like “something” is speaking to me through them, or “shutting off” like a robot going zzzzzttt…I mean, it just goes and goes. My brother Joe point blank told me 20 years ago with a sad “Why don’t you get it?” look on his face that this place isn’t real. Not in the way I think it is. He’d already been given the full run down by “Them” during his abductions and couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t getting with the program. No pun intended. (The same “Thems” that threw a silver Cross brand pen to me out of nowhere in a small elevator in Portland to fill out the job app in my hands, trying to encourage me to stay put, don’t move to Florida, don’t join up with Tom. “The pen from nowhere!” the lady standing across from me called it, completely weirded out.) People ask how I manage to deal with so much insanity and at this point I just say “compartmentalization.” Just wall it off and plow forward. With the exception of abductions A___’s had those types of experiences too….and he can’t take it anymore. So he’s throwing it all away. He’s done. Over it. FU Matrix. And I realized after a full week of trying and trying to talk him down and show him that he doesn’t need to throw his life away over it all, while hearing more and more of what he goes through, getting worse and worse, that I actually was at a loss. Multiple synchs were happening “live” at one point, as he blew up my email ranting and freaking out about it all, drunk off his ass in the hotel room he was now living in. (CONTINUED IN PART 4: https://gab.com/Carissa_Conti/posts/106424418466998133 )