Teleportation. That is what Landy did on August 21, 2000.
He had phoned in earlier to give me a flight number, which did NOT match the list online. But I drove to SFO to pick him up. I went to the area where I assumed he would be. The people in Hawaiian attire were just coming out of the general waiting area.
I quickly scanned the faces of those whose flight number closely matching but NOT exactly his arrival. Slowly I made my way into the general waiting area to my right and stood directly in front of the doorway leading from the airplane. One by one each passenger came out but there was no sight of Landy.
I left the area disgusted and in wonderment. I figured he got out too early for me to see and decided to wander around the area and scan for his damn face. But he was nowhere in the crowd.
So I decided to go to the restrooms. In the distance, there were two doors – the Men’s on my left and the Women’s on the right.
I kept thinking several times in my : “Landy! Where are you?”
As I made my way directly towards middle of the two doors, I noticed a distortion to my visual field. There was a momentary grayness to my senses. I may have paused or walked even slower at this point. My sight was still focused forward. I was still walking deliberately slow, thinking Landy would catch sight of me.
Then suddenly I saw Landy “step through” slightly from the Men’s restroom and standing directly in between the two doors. But that was impossible because another guy was already coming out of the door, which was already closing – too close for a person to come out.
I barely recognized him until he smiled and told me:
“I thought you would never come!”
In other words, it was a test to see if I would believe in his lie and to do whatever it takes to be there for a “friend”. And the first red flag was the flight number. The second red flag was the no-show. The third red flag was the biggest joke – his sudden appearance.
After ten slong years, I believe Landy is a reptoid, too. Here are some noticable features that I recall:
- His buck teeth prominently displayed in an overbite, which is typical of a Brit.
- His bad mouth of using foul language over the phone while talking to one of his contact for not getting another “money mule” to pay.
- His spitting sounds and spittle that would come out when he gets angry.
- His CONSTANT coughing sounds, which he claims is due to asthma.
- His flicking tongue – left and right – across to top row of his teeth.
- His empty kisses and a darting tongue.
I now recall how we conversed about he did interview me and I did mention my belief in extraterrestrials. That was three times in the Westgate Mall in Saratoga, CA – near the elevators to the Burlington Coat Factory; in front of new store being built at that time – Tova; and on a mattress display inside the Burlington Coat Factory.
His was the first of many contacts. His was the first of two teleportation experiences: The second one involved a fly landing in my glass of milk with at least five government helicopters showing up the following night. I’ve blogged about the fly in another post. I wonder if most of my CONTACTS are at least HUMAN.
