We’ve been getting quite a laugh here lately as we pursue the case of our missing records. Here’s the tale.
Yesterday we went about trying to get the incident report from the Sheriff’s office pertaining to the time when they came and picked us up and transported us to the psych ward (lying to us all the time, telling us that they were there to take us to the hospital to see our doctor who would “debrief” us when in fact they were taking us to a mental ward for involuntary commitment.) The officers, by the way, were friendly but obviously VERY wary as they must know or were told of our martial arts and/or commando training . . . we waited until they had knocked three times – at the third ‘knocking’ they were practically knocking down my door, which was an indicator that I should open the damned thing up (don’t want an unsecured house, plus I hate replacing these doors, LOL!)
But . . . amazingly (and to the Records Clerk’s confusion and bewilderment) – those records were not there. The police officers have NO record of me ever having been picked up and taken to ‘jail’ (for that is what an insane asylum IS when you aren’t wanting to go there!) – and there is not even a record of them ever coming to visit my house at all.
Go figure. The Records Clerk was ‘stunned’, and said “this is most unusual! . . . odd . . . this type of thing never happens!”. She spent well over an hour looking – combing through the computer databases, searching for ‘us’ by our name and current address . . . and yet: nada. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Now police officers aren’t sent over to your house on a whim. They aren’t prone to just ‘stopping by’ and picking someone up without a reason . . . an explaination – something. Usually there’s a paperwork trail to ‘trail’ them – from the original orders ‘marching’ them over to the house to the final report (“disposition”) which they then turn in to their ‘commanding officers’ (meaning the Records Clerks and things) . . .
Now this event happened well over a month ago (7-12-2011), so those records should be in the computers and things. The clerks searched them well. And they came back saying:
“I don’t understand it! They should be there. But we have NO record of ANY officers coming over to visit you . . .”
And yet our wife can confirm: yes, they were there. I called her – and then THEY called her – to let her know what was going on (that they were taking me to the hospital to see my own doctor for some kind of ‘debriefing’ – which both her and I found somewhat suspicious.) She’s even got the officer’s name. He gave her the phone number of his own department (Investigations). And yet . . .
Nada. Nothing. Not a record there.
“It’s the FBI,” my wife said, suggesting something. “Or maybe the NSA. (National Security Agency).” I had gone to the former (who told me to see the CIA) – and the latter was surprised to hear from me at all (while admitting they knew of this ‘problem’ with the “MKULTRA Group” and all down in Puerto Rico) – and they were surprised that I was able to ‘find their number at all.” (Go figure. The government is doing something stupid. Like putting their numbers all over the Internet and things.)
So she’s suggesting that – oddly enough – the FBI or the CIA or the NSA had a hand in this ‘disappearing records’ and things . . .
I told her not to get too caught up in this ‘conspiracy theory’ of things – which is strange, seeing as my wife is normally tremendously stable (she’s got to be, living with me – and ‘us’ inside) – not given nor prone to delusions, weird beliefs – or anything like that! Trust me – she is indeed a stable and dependable individual who views anything approaching a ‘conspiracy theory’ with extreme suspicion and reluctance to believe . . .
“But after all,” I pointed out to her, “You don’t want to go too far down this ‘conspiracy theory’ road. It’ll drive you crazy if you think about it a lot!” And I then pointed out to her: Yes – it is odd (the Records Clerk had said so) that there is no record of the police ever having come to pick me up – and it’s merely a coincidence that it (coincidently) happened to me (meaning my ‘own’ records; that is, those that are supposed to be existing at the police department – but are not even there) . . . so quickly after so many other things “coincidently” happened to me (meaning all those coincidences in Puerto Rico and the ‘coincidences’ she saw happening shortly thereafter) . . . so coincidently, it just happens that they ‘coincidently’ lost those records or something . . .
Too many ‘coincidences’ in my stomach and mind and all – and too many for her to begin to handle . . . not when you start adding everything up . . .
Strange, how ‘they’ all work to make you believe it’s all ‘coincidences’ – especially when you consider how much ‘they’ (who?) would begin to have to handle (computer records and things, including ‘how they got the officers to come and pick me up – without ever leaving a trace of these things . . .)
However, we know how these things work. There’s gonna be a copy or record in dispatch showing where those officers were sent to my house. And (I’m sure) – those records are going to end up turning up . . . if only to ‘hide’ those coincidences . . .
If you want to believe in a conspiracy theory and things.
However, I’m of a different mind. I’m sorta thinking (and Matthew is grudgingly nodding ‘behind’ me) . . . that this is ALL a coincidence of some kind . . . bad record keeping, you know – those kinds of things that our government is so capable of doing (meaning bungling of things and misplacing records and things) – NOT a conspiracy theory at all….
However, the fact still remains to be seen.
Will they find those records at all? And if so: will they be ‘back dated’ (altered) to the day and time? Will (when they find the incident reports and things) . . . “they” be able to prove they had sufficient reason to come and pick me up? And if so: who ordered them? Who initiated this kind of action? We don’t know (but we are suspecting) . . . and yet . . .
so much remains to be seen.
My wife is miserable. I am having a ‘good time’ playing this sort of ‘game’. I am encouraging HER to take a long term view of this thing. (“What will it mean in a few dozen years or so?”, I’ve been asking her. “We’ll be looking back on this time and laughing about it.”) But no: she’s taken the short-term view of things . . . see’s only the difficulty and troubles – while indeed, I know: these kinds of things sort themselves out in time. Things will get done. Things will ‘get over’. However, I can’t help but feel kind of sorry for her.
This isn’t the life she wanted to lead . . . however, she agrees with me on one thing:
She’s never felt so much . . . HAD so much love and feeling; fear and hate and things; NEVER has had ‘such an interesting time’ . . . in ALL our lives together . . .
And yet we both agree on one thing.
We’d rather be taking a cruise (and experiencing a calmer kind of adventure) than this sort of thing. And it’s not quite right for her to be put through this sort of thing – this is NOT the kind of life she had gambled on when she had married me . . . but she wholeheartedly agrees on one thing:
She has never felt in her entire life such love as the love she felt for me when I was incarcerated into the mental hospital . . . and she’s never been so angry at the ‘system’ where they can ‘do this kind of shit to you’ . . .
Go figure. It’s kinda nice to have that sort of thing; that kind of person on your side (and my daughter is another one of them – made me most proud of her!) . . .
conspiracy theory or not.