To: All Message #: 28269 From: Don Allen Submitted: 11 Nov 91 22:32:00 Subject: Stollman -pt2 Status: Public Received: No Group: CONTACT (17) I didn't realize it at the time when Gary made his first posting that he would be receptive to giving out any more details on his case but he has decided to go into more detail. It looks like he will be a "regular" on the alt.alien.visitors newsgroup on Usenet and he is now posting his story in installments.. Gary's case would be VERY easy to prejudge and write off as the ravings of a crazy person. My intuition on this says to hold off any "snap" judgements until we have the entire story.. This is part 2 of Gary's story...right now I have utterly no idea how many parts/installments are involved here but you all might want to capture this to a file and append it when more parts come in.. I will post more as I get them.. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 2532 of alt.alien.visitors: Newsgroups: alt.alien.visitors Path: bilver!jwt!gary From: bbs.gary@jwt.UUCP (Gary Stollman) Subject: Invasion!! Message-ID: Sender: bbs@jwt.UUCP (Waffle login) Organization: The Matrix Date: Mon, 11 Nov 1991 07:53:14 GMT This is the outline of my story, as neatly condensed as can be done with almost 10 years of nightmarish things occuring to me. I moved to Los Angeles when I was 10. I hated every minute of living there, as the people there are the most (in my opinion) heinous creatures residing on the face of the Earth. Although I made friends, I dropped out of high school due to harrassment. I moved to San Diego, where I attended Grossmont Junior College, and maintained appoximately a 3.0 average. It was there that I had the first of my two UFO sightings, and where I discovered that for some reason unknown to me, people were following me around. In 1974, I dropped out of Grossmont, and using the inheritance left by my grandmother, I began to travel the country looking for a 4-year college to go to. It was at Shenendoah Caverns in Virginia that I discovered that I was being followed by people from California. I was coming out of the cave tour, and noticed a car with California plates that I had seen at other places I had been visiting. I wanted to see if my suspicions were correct, so I stood next to the car, and waited for the owners to appear. A group of people started to come out of the gift shop, then saw me standing there, and RAN back into the gift shop in absolute terror. I called the local Sheriff's department, and they sent an officer out, but when he got there he told me they were busy looking for an escaped convict to take the time to bother with it. He offered to give me an escort back to the highway, which I accepted. The people had been pretending to be looking around the gift shop during this time, all the while glancing out the window at us with evil expressions on their faces. As I drove after the police car out of the parking area, they came running out of the gift shop, jumped into their car, and drove away at high speed in the opposite direction. Incidents similar to this occurred throughout my trip. I drove back to LA in misery, having not discovered any college I liked too well. When I got back to LA, my parents had sold our house, and had moved into an apartment. In the parking lot of the apartment building, a few weeks later, I discovered the exact car that had been at the caverns that day. I was very concerned, to say the least. I made sure that my parents moved out of that apartment and found them an apartment nearby, which I felt was the best one security-wise in the area, at which they still live today. Over the years, I had run-ins all over LA, while working for my dad's company, with evil people, which could not be construed as anything other than purposeful conspiracy. I could document these, but it would be quite numerous and time-consuming. Suffice it to say that I knew that SOMEONE rich or powerful had it in for me, for whatever reason they had. I suspected it could be from a bus trip I took when I was 16 around the country, on which several rich kids got furious at me for stealing their girlfriend, and tried to murder me in Williamsburg in the motel we were staying at, and later told me in no uncertain terms near the end of the trip that they would harrass me for the rest of my life. However, from what has transpired, I believe this MAY have been just the possible start of a widespread conspiracy against me. I know now that this also involves religion and the occult, as well as the secret government and alien beings. After many years of working for my dad, I got into computers from a fair at USC. I eventually became intimately involved with the Arpanet, and had signons on virtually every computer in the country, which I accessed out of a site in Marina Del Rey, known as USC-ISI. I learned the secrets of the inner workings of the entire Arpanet, and spent two years, day and night at the site, making use of one of the most powerful signons on the network. I used this knowledge to discover Tallahassee and FSU, which I attended for several years. Everywhere I would go to try to get a job, my enemies would follow me. I attended Tallahassee Community College in 1981, in order to complete my AA degree. Some strange things started happening, and I suspected that my enemies or the CIA or FBI or "someone" was in my classes for the purpose of watching me. I received continuing disturbing phone calls from my parents, and unusual problems with my phone led me to believe that the phone company was being run by government forces, out to sabotage my life for some reason. This opinion was determined when a "classmate" in my psychology class ran me around all over town, during an attempt to get to the bottom of it all, after a Sheriff's deputy had told me that it was what I was thinking. In a botched attempt to meet with him, this classmate and I were sitting in the Sheriff's station with the watch commander, when he said to me, "Gary, these people wouldn't follow you all over the country, unless there was a good reason, or A PLOT TO KILL THE PRESIDENT!!" The last part he screamed at me. He also asked me to leave the office, and when he opened the door again, the watch commander was looking at me like I was some kind of assassin. So, that night I called up the Secret Service in Jacksonville, and spoke to an agent and told him what had happened. He told me that I was correct in contacting him, and that he would call me in the morning. When, the next morning, the call never came, I called back the office. A man answered the phone, and when I asked for the agent I had spoken to, he asked me who I was, and when I told him, he informed me that the agent had just gone on vacation, and they were not interested in talking to me anymore. He made repeated suggestions that I immediately go check into a mental hospital. I suggested he do the same, and hung up. I was extremely concerned, to say the least. At this point in time, the thought of clones NEVER even entered my mind. I was only convinced that the CIA was behind it, mainly because a friend of mine's father worked for them, and when I told him what was happening, he told me to sit tight and he would get back to me. Two weeks later, he contacted me on the Plato computer system at FSU, and told me that his dad had gotten hold of my file. He sounded frantic, and told me to stay off of computers, that they didn't trust people on computers. He advised me to leave and never return. From the sound of it, it must have been something pretty bad, and although he wouldn't tell me exactly what was going on, he made it clear that I was definitely under exactly the intense scrutiny I had suspected. The day before I was supposed to meet with the deputy, I went to the Attorney General's office at the Capitol here, and demanded to know who the "agents" were in my classes. Some BS followed, and I was sent to a basement office in a downtown building. When I entered, the guy in the room was talking on the phone about how he could get money for running stolen cars across state lines. I asked for the name I had been given, and he told me that was the Chief, and to sit in a chair at his desk. After a few minutes, the Chief walked in. He plopped down in the chair, leaned back, gave a long sigh, then asked, "Why are these people following you?" I was taken aback, as I had NOT told that at the Attorney General's office, but had mentioned it when I had tried to see the Governor, then Senator Bob Graham. I was scared and said, "I DON'T KNOW!!" He said, "But for SEVEN YEARS!! If they had wanted you out of the way, they would have just WASTED YOU!!" He then spoke a lot of drug-paraphenalia type talk which had absoulutely nothing to do with what I was saying. It was BS!! He asked if I had any knowledge of who these people were, and I told him I had taken down license numbers of cars all over the country that were following me, and then he leaned across the desk and looked REAL hard at me and said, "I NEED that list!!" I told him I probably threw it away, and then he became obstinent, and told me that if I thought someone was following me, to call him at the number on "his" card, and he would run the license numbers. Then he led me out of the "office". I will follow with information on exactly how and when I knew that my parents had been cloned, and more on how I was forced illegally into mental hospitals against my will. Take care, fellow humans!! Gary Stollman ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued..... Don