Seems like a good time to tell this story. The last week of September 2001, Monday, I was grabbing my apartment’s doorknob to leave when I thought of a weird character who had befriended me a year and a half before - Joe Tamboola.  It suddenly hit me: that had to be a phony name.  I returned home later that evening and went online and looked at phone directories from numerous cities - San Francisco, New York, Chicago, Dallas, Los Angeles … I couldn’t find the name Tamboola anywhere.  Tuesday I sent a letter to the FBI, via the Pittsburgh Post Gazette (“Please forward this to the FBI”).  The idea, so soon after 9/11, was that if you see something suspicious, say something.  So I told the FBI I knew a man who had used a phony name on me and I didn’t know why.  I wanted somebody to see info this besides the Feds. 

Thursday afternoon I’m in my bedroom when I got hit with something so hard it knocked me to the bed.  Semi-conscious, eyes closed, I saw a bright white star in a field of Union Blue.  The star did a cinematic lapse-dissolved; while in my vision’s lower-left a smaller star did a fade-in.  I marveled.  Since when do dreams do fade-ins? Dreams bleed meaning around the edges, but this was crisp.  Obviously done on editing equipment. First coherent thought was whatever I said about Joe Tamboola, it must have leaked

Pinned-down by the vividness, I couldn’t lift my eyelids.  Then the smaller star turned partly sideways and did this trippy little number going up and down, up and down, over and over, making my right nut jump like crazy.  My intuition screamed Move! and I rolled left and avoided a flash powerful enough to be seen in the corner of my eye.  Although groggy I had say, “How do they do that?” 

They?  My take-away - it’s not that hard to manufacture a mass shooter.  Sort of a Parallax View 2.0.

Get right on the inside?  The Deep State can take that away from you too.  Surprise, surprise. @AlexTamsula