Kevin Crosby‎ to Kevin Craig Canada6 hrs · Seattle, WA, United States · I’ve had closed-eye visuals for at least 20 years now, and Wikipedia’s explanation doesn’t do them justice. As if watching the television with the brightness turned way down, they range from abstract art to people walking backwards in fast action (like I saw this morning) to hardcore porn on occasion, and I have very little to no control over these images, unlike dreams where I can move around in a brightly lit three-dimensional space.

When I started having closed-eye visuals on a regular basis, my brain told me they were art projects by dead people. This was during a chaotic period in my life where my brain was explaining to me all about brain implant technology and microwave hearing while I feared for my life after starting to name names of powerful criminals I’d met growing up. Between recovering childhood memories which include signing a huge stack of government paperwork back in 1984, to unusual coincidences that defy conventional wisdom, I still have no idea who my handlers are other than a multi-agency task force.

My interest in brain implant technology dates back to the mid-1970s when I first started spying, and I was disappointed in 1988 that my college didn’t offer any courses about cybernetic organisms. Even the Central Intelligence Agency’s (CIA) first cyborg, Acoustic Kitty, is still cloaked in secrecy. The common story that it was run over by a taxi and the project cancelled just isn’t true.

When futurists and transhumanists talk about uploading our minds into external devices and living forever, they’re basing their predictions on a capitalist implementation (such as The Twilight Zone’s “The Trade-Ins”), but spy technology is typically 10 to 20 years ahead of what civilians have access to, and in the case of cyborg technology an easy half century lead. Being implemented as the afterlife, evil people are not going to like it one bit.

In February 1997 the U.S. Department of Defense was worried people might panic if cloning became newsworthy, but I convinced them the need for laws restricting human cloning, so they lifted the news blackout covering Dolly the sheep, and she was finally on all the front pages the next day with legislation to follow. When I tried to discuss cyborg technology with them, I was ordered to stand down. Eventually, though, in 2005, my paper was credited as the basis for the Wikipedia article on the subject of brain implants.

It’s all been a case of hurry up and wait, and as I watch the freak show that is American politics, I’m losing faith in humanity. People need to know that they will be judged for their behaviors when they die, that there’s nothing supernatural about it, but instead advanced brain-computer interfacing. Some might even call it an alien invasion.

In the meantime, Earth is infested with child sexual abusers who need to go away permanently: not given three hots and a cot, not shipped off to some foreign land, but snuffed out for good, for when good does nothing, evil wins. The UK is embroiled in a pedophilia scandal, as are the Catholic church (see “Spotlight”), Hollywood (see “An Open Secret”), and more (see “Conspiracy of Silence” and “Boys for Sale”), but in people’s minds they think it’s all isolated incidents rather than organized crime. And in all honesty, I can’t imagine anyone at a Donald Trump rally is going to Heaven no matter how hard they thump their Bible.

Anyway, back to studying brain hacking…



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