lordkalkin

While I stood waiting for the bus, this really normal looking guy came up to me (blue jeans, blue button-down shirt, grey undershirt, black leather jacket, blue baseball cap) and told me I was amazing. At first he asked me if I was an artist, pointing to my trenchcoat (which is decorated with occult symbols, for the uninitiated). I told him no. He then asked me what I did, what my "function" was. He asked me if I knew any programming, and I said I didn't, I only know hardware. I eventually told him I was a grad student at UBC, and he asked if I minded if he took the ride with me to campus. I told him that I couldn't stop him, so he got on. When he sat down across from me, he flashed me a normal bus transfer without a time stamp on it (and no, fellow Vancouverites, it wasn't one of the myriad things that look like transfers but aren't), and given the conversation he had with the bus driver, I think I might have used somehow to get on the bus without paying. Maybe not, I'm only guessing there.

While on the bus, he was pretty cagey, didn't say much. Given that he approached me, I didn't make many offers either. As we went along, he said some odd things. He said he knew an Indian woman (I'm not clear whether feathers or dots, I didn't ask) in White Rock who had some kind of bed stored with a bunch of tribal knowledge (making me think feathers) that somehow made it perfect for astral projection. The bed can be disassembled into a small package weighing about 250 lbs. He said he wanted to put a computer in it and hook up a biofeedback display for more astral travel stuff, to "increase intelligence." He said space exploration with astral travel was the way to go, not rocket ships. Those two points made me think of the SMILE formula, but he never touched life extension, and didn't react when I used the term "space migration" or referenced it as part of "the formula."

He asked me if I was a musician, and I said I wasn't. He said something about being told he needed to hook up a musician. He then talked a little about the Indian woman, how she was in a depressive "death cycle" and he got her out of it. Then he started talking about his nephew who plays guitar and hasn't grown much, although he is only 14. He said something about how White Rock is called "hole in the sky" because there are quartz deposits under the ground that move the mind and communication into somewhere different.

When we got near the golf course, he said something about thinking he might get off there and tell a few people hi, but he decided that would be ultimately uninteresting.

He asked me if I had been to Banyen Books, and I said that I had. When he asked my opinion, I told him that there was only so much you could learn from books. He seemed to get the feeling I was more "hip" than he might have previously thought. He said something about being someone who reaches up, not down. I agreed with that, and he said it must be alot of work. I told him it's daily work, and he seemed to accept that.

He asked me if I had done psychedelics, and I said that I had done some. He asked if I had done controlled exploratory work, and I said I had done some exploratory work, but not too controlled. I said I was still getting to know the substances and didn't have too much control yet, but the only way to gain control is to get to know the plants. He said something about how there's always another way because nothing's impossible.

When the bus got to campus, I went my own way, but he followed me for a little while. He said something about how the school was a nice farm, and that it was the wrong way. He didn't say anything after that, and I pretty quickly used my Arcane to lose him.

He normal look made be wonder if he was an NWO agent looking to gather intel, but he might have just been a flake out to test me to see if I'm "with it." I have no idea what conclusions he drew.