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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Yesterday it was Christmas Eve. In the evening I went out, to be with my family. I had to use a bus and the subway, to come to another place in Oslo, which is the city where I live. When I went out of the door, towards the bus station, and into the bus which came at once; I thought about that I had been focused on the day, when this crime with mind control was done against me, for more than a week now. I thought about that it is something typical for me, to be that way. I can be so concentrated about something, that I can forget bout which day it is, and even also which year it is. If I am out for a walk; I can forget where I am, and what I went out to do. Inside a unfamiliar building, I can forget where I am. This state can go on 24 hour all day and night, day after day.

I thought about that I probably not can find out which day this was. On the bus I thought about that I had to find some clues, if it should be possible for me to find that day. And then I started to think about; that at that time when this happened, I once bought a box of chocolates with Mon Chéri to my wife . That box was not the same as that one below.

What was that? I started to think. And so I remembered that I first had asked her about which chocolates she liked best of all. She had answered Mon Chéri. I also remembered that she become happy. This could maybe be something, I though. I do not think this was exactly something I had thought of to do. Now the bus had driven two stops. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to bring along the Christmas presents, which I had bought and wrapped up; and I jumped off the bus.

Now I was angry at myself. This is typical for you, I said to myself, now you will be too late. You should hung the shopping bag with the presents on the door handle; you know very well that that is what you had had to do to not forget the presents, I said to myself. And I walked the two stops back, when I was angry at myself because I had forgotten the presents. And I had to send a sms message about that I would be too late.

After this, I have thought about that it maybe can be that. That these criminals have influenced me to do this, to cover up what they had done against me. I have not come any closer to what this can be. But I have come closer to that period of time, and what it was which happened, at that time. I feel like this have got me to come closer to that day, when this crime was done against me. Now I have more around that day, than I had before. One more piece has been found to the puzzle, and it has a place somewhere; that is to be closer.

David H. Hegg