During a little celebration for Welcome back Alice! (12 years old at the time) which I've brought back to life after a traffic accident, by impossible, supernatural means, at age 13 or 14 myself. Documented at the time by X-Ray right after I did the impossible.
(Very personal thing, and the only reason I came into contact with 'them', that place, initially)
With witnesses. Amongst them Alice's mother, working as a psychologist for the CIA. The 'Chief of Station' at the times. Several US-Marines, one with a broken nose, which I've broken by ramming my head into it, about two weeks before, and 'fixed', again by supernatural means. Some US-Army guy which I've impressed by giving him a drawing of something I couldn't have possibly known at the time. Some US-Navy intelligence guy, who tried to point a loaded gun at me, during the same event which lead me to break those Marines nose. And tried to do that again, behind my back, right before beginning to 'work/fix/heal' on that Marines nose. Let's just say I wouldn't have any of that ;->
All in all about 20 people, with the exception of Alice's mother, all uniformed.
In the end it went well. I had the first and very delicious Chili Con Carne there. After 'quality checking' the blindfolded Marines fixed nose, and asking 'That doesn't look like much, but smells very interesting. What is it? Can I have some?' :-)
Unfortunately lost contact, can you imagine!?!!
Went there again after about a year, to ask about the whereabouts of Alice and her mother. All new personnel, nobody knew anything. Lying CIA-Asshole had Marine pointing a MP at me. Wouldn't have any of that. Destroyed that thing telekinetically, after blazing two rounds out of it trough my skull for 'demonstration purposes', and smashing the pointee against the wall, telekinetically, accidentally breaking some of his ribs in the process. Healed that before I left.
That was on running camera, btw. I asked for that to be switched on, without sound though, wasn't wired/capable of that IIRC. Should have me mouthing F U! while giving both middlefingers at it.
While walking out slowly some Navy guy in white dress uniform came running along. 'What's the hurry?' I asked. Shots fired! he answered.
'Yah. That would have been me. But nobody is hurt, anymore. Well, some feelings, on both sides, maybe. And you're one MP and two bullets short. Go ask them (about 20 to 30 meters walk, and another 5, or so after a 90° left bend, into that room), you wouldn't believe anything of what I'm saying anyway. I'll wait here, maybe I can get some useful information from YOU, then!'
Indeed we had a talk, about 15 minutes on the floor, after pestering some next-door paper-pusher for coffee(for me, because I felt tired).
While talking the (hand full) of Marines watched from afar, but didn't come out. The lying CIA-asshole never showed his face.
While leaving the premises I did a little 'show-off', which got me a home visit a few days later, by that very same Navy-person in white dress uniform. Very curious about how I did that, and what was it really? Showed off some more, then showed him off after having had coffee in his car.
Got one last visit by the US-Army guy which I've impressed with the impossible drawing, in another place, in 1985. Which got me a letter written and enveloped in that light-blue air-mail style. No stamps and addresses on it. Hand delivery by military/agency means? Hand written by Alice. From somewhere in Oklahoma or Ohio. Informing me about my son!1!!?!!
Damn!
Shocked!
Last 'contact'...
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