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Editor's Note: This is a two parter where the first was a post by Jean-Michel followed by Jim.


Thurs, Apr 22, 1999 at 12:29:36 (EDT)








Post-cult syndrome?
I think I do have a serious problem reg denial and guilt!
I've just discovered a very strange thing today reg something that happened a few days ago.

I'll tell you the whole story. I'm working as a vet. I'm tatooing pets (when their owners ask for it) # that are given to me on some special booklets given by the official company keeping the records of all pets tatooed in France.

A few days ago, I've received a phone call from someone asking me if I knew the owner of the dog with such and such ID#, because a lost dog had been found with that ID# and I was the one that had the booklet with that #. They were not 100% sure of the # because it's sometimes difficult to read the tatoos.

They were saying that the company didn't have the copy of the ID certificate yet (I send them the certificate's copy when the # is tatooed, including the name, address and phone # of the owner of the tatooed pet). Of course this can happen when you've just tatooed a dog, and the dog is lost before the company gets the copy of the certificate.

So I went and checked my certificates' booklets, and discovered that that precise # wasn't given out yet, I still had the virgin certificate. I also checked the copies that were not sent yet (I had one on my desk waiting to be sent, and that was not the one they were looking for). Then I answered them that I still had the original, and that # was not given out yet.

Then I got a letter yesterday asking me the same question: a dog had been found with that ID#, I was the one who had the booklet with this #, and asking me again the same question. I didn't pay too much attention to that letter, still kept it, thinking there was a mistake somewhere, and that I was not responsible for this. But still I was thinking a bit about it, how strange the story was, what could have happened, etc. Finally I decided today to re-check: believe it or not, I had a dog tatooed last January with this #, the booklet was NOT virgin on that #, and the certificate on my desk was precisely that one!

That was a shock for me to discover this today!

What I now think, is that I was unconsciously feeling so guilty (when I've received the phone call the other day) that I might have done a mistake, that I unconsciously
changed what I actually saw because I was not able to accept the reality of my mistake.

Is this a post-cult syndrome, is this Alzheimer, could I have other reason to
do such things? Am I really sane after all?

Did any of you exes experience that sort of confusing thing?


Thurs, Apr 22, 1999 at 21:01:21 (EDT)








That happened to me too!

I can't believe this. The exact same thing happened to me not more than a month ago. Only in this case it was parrots. I was tatooing parrots for the central registry here. You'd be surprised how few parrots are properly tatooed. In Canada that's a government responsibility and, after years of whining, lobbying and petitioning like crazy, we've finally got the proper funding to do the job right.

Anyway, when the weather warmed up in March (Victoria -- balmiest part of Canada!)we took our operation outside on one particularly warm Sunday afternoon. Parrots bleed more than most people'd ever expect and when they're not bleeding they're making parrot poo poo's all over the place, especially when they're nervous and tired which is exactly how they get when you've been chasing them around for an hour or so with a burning tatoo needle. You have to wait for them to get really tired and then snag them with a parrot cord. By that time, though, they've usually bled and poohed all over and we're not given all that much money for clean-up. Best to take it outside.

So that's what we did. We're outside doing the parrots when my supervisor points out that the one he's just wrestled off its perch is already marked. I go over and sure enough, there it is, the mark of the beast, 860000545 (we exhausted the 666 series back in the seventies).

'But that's impossible,' I said. 'We've never seen this parrot before. Someone else must have done this one but that doesn't work because we're the only one with the contract and, besides, who else would know what numbers we were into at that time.'

'Look, Jim' said my supervisor 'maybe you did indeed do this one last week and just don't remember.'

I hit him in the mouth. First time I've done anything like that in such a long time but, well, I didn't know what else to say. Plus, I was starting to get nervous and tired myself, never mind the fucking parrots. Besides they wouldn't shut up -- the parrots -- and that was bugging me too. Anyway, I hit him.

Just then my mother showed up.

'Jim, honey, why are you doing that parrot again, dear?'

'What?' I asked, already feeling that sick feeling one gets when one's in one's mind and it isn't good. 'What do you mean? I've never seen this bird.' For some reason I was getting so angry I almost hit her too. But I didn't; I just shoved her back a bit. Not hard, this is my mother I'm talking about.

'No, silly, you did! This morning. Don't you remember?'

I stopped my advance and gave myself a good think. Yes, I realized, I had done this parrot! I did him just before we broke for lunch (but after we'd started our second bottle.) So, I had done him, the tattoo was mine. If anyone needs any further proof that this Knowledge isn't all it's cracked up to be, there it is.

5 Brighter than 1000 suns as seen through night vision goggles
4 As bright as the lights on Maharaji's jet
3 As bright as a 60 watt light bulb
2 As bright as a pile of burning ghi on a swinging arti tray
1 As bright as the inner light as seen by the third eye