Wacka-wacka. These are the yolks, folks.
You know what: I just wrote the kind of frothing-at-the-mouth "why don't they give me credit" whiny blog post the CIA loves about how they have both been appropriating my story and experiences without giving me credit, but I'm too tired and sociopaths don't care one way or the other if it happened to me or not.
Here's the deal: I was the first to write about "John Barkley" and "Roan". I've been writing about them for years. But apparently I am too plodding to add a colorful flourish to anything like these guys can, so apparently I am not getting the buzz on the blogosphere that they do. To which I say "whatever". I could care less about the attention. I just want the facts to be straight and to not turn my experiences into an urban legend or myth, like Babe the Blue Ox and Paul Bunyan or something. I'm not Americana wackiness at it's finest, kids. I'm a human being with really strange things happening to her. I never said I knew definitively what was happening. But here it is, happening nonetheless. I guess me sending original emails of John's interactions with me to Former White Hat when he asked were nothing more than creative license for Former Whatever's Name and his "totally not connected to me whatsoever" band of merry Whatevers at the Idylwild Group.
Shame on me if I am being duped. And another giant shrug and "Whatever" if it's served to further the truth somehow. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe it muddies the waters and in doing so in a bizarre way makes things clearer for people somehow. I don't know. I just know that something weird's been happening to me for years and it's not stopping, and for several of those years/encounters, it involved people who later told me their "names" were "Roan" and "John Barkley", and that one I ***supposed*** (never confirmed, necessarily) was from Procyon who just as it so happens fits the description exactly of "Roan"/"Mongoose" from Former White Hats blog and The Idylwild Group's blog too, and that a lot of Former White Hat's information about "John Barkley" comes from me directly. He sure hasn't added much info about the man other than what I have told him, and he/she/it acts like it's TOTALLY NORMAL for someone to be a telepath liaison for a secret space program-- and that there's dozens, nay, hundreds, nay, thousands of us lying around in a stock room somewhere (never mind I am the only one stepping forward saying I am a civilian telepath liaison who is in touch with Space Command, et al).
Never mind any of this. It's the fiction that anyone cares about, right? They don't care about facts. They want sizzle, not steak. They want fantasy. Whatever, I don't even care anymore, this is the first appearance of Roan, from an encounter I had on December 19th, 2007 in Manhattan. If you believe it, fine, if you don't, that's fine too. I don't care anymore. I am just tired of lazy journalism and shoddy writing that doesn't get the facts straight but adds endless flourishes where absolutely none were necessary in the first place. This is hardly the time for gilding lillies, gentlemen.
http://hiddenexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/police-sketch-artist.html
John Barkley's all over this blog and some interviews I've done. Just research it. I'm too tired to find it all and document it here. I thought that was what I was doing the first thousand times I documented it. If anyone cares.
John Barkley's all over this blog and some interviews I've done. Just research it. I'm too tired to find it all and document it here. I thought that was what I was doing the first thousand times I documented it. If anyone cares.
