They may just try to sell you on some garbage, like how you are just a mouse in a cage meant for their study/amusement, and they have implanted every memory you’ve ever had, and now that you know the gig, you might as well let them put you up on an altar and sacrifice you. Or, if that doesn’t get your fancy, perhaps you could just go drive your car into your garage with a headful of acid, close the door and ease out while listening to Pink Floyd.
Yeah, they always seem to suggest death as part of their ideas for what you should do—telling, no?
Let me put it to you straight: if you ever see an eye manifest atop someone's head, and he or she seems to be infiltrating your mind telepathincally, don’t freak out. Just play along, act timid and scared, then bide your time and wait for an escape route. That is, unless they pump you full of thorazine to the point where you are drooling all over yourself, your tongue can’t stay in your mouth and you feel like they are making you arificially Down’s Syndromatic…at this point, call on the name of Jesus Christ and pray. Actually, you should do that anyway. These f@$%^&s don’t play games, trust me, I know. They do not have sense of humors, and their mission is to nullify you, destroy your identity, then either leech the life-force out of you and toss your husk away or reprogram you for some other bullshit endeavors they got on their mind, which usually entails screwing over some other poor rube and doing the same thing to him.
Why? you ask. Why indeed. Because these cyclopian sob’s are motherf%^$#$s, that’s why. I apologize for the language, but that is the case. They lie, they deceive, they mess with minds, they manipulate, they hack, they agitate, they instigate, they provoke, they pretend, and they are tough bastards. They will destroy you if you don’t get with the program, and that program is with Yeshua. (They completely detest Yeshua Messiah—the real Jesus Christ.)
