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I make $100k and work remote but my job role isn’t stable. I’ve talked to other companies and the salaries being offered are less than $100k and not remote
I have 4 years experience, two product certs, two bachelors degrees, and additional education (emotional intelligence certification, general assembly product bootcamp, etc)
Is trying to get close to my current benefits pricing myself out of the market?

Job Title	Company	Salary	Full Remote in...
Senior DevOps Engineer	Contra	$145k -$160k	Worldwide
Software Engineer - Customer Solutions	Discourse	Salary dependent on location and experience, can be provided upfront	Americas
Senior Partner Manager (f/m/d)	Hygraph	-	Northern America
Frontend Engineer	SportyBet	$40K-$80K	Europe, UK
Senior Unity Developer	Proxify	$40k - $70k	Worldwide
Freelance Full Stack IOS Engineer	Easel AI, Inc.	$5k - $10k	Worldwide

No raises even though I've been working here for 2 years now. Boss (owner of the small company) has offered a promotion 'some time in the future' but can't pay for a raise right now.
I've been asked to be a manager to the new hire (which is just my boss adding his work to my plate). Other responsibilities have also been added to my workload this year. I had a relatively lighter workload for a few months last year and my boss thinks I have no grounds for complaining now because of it.
I dread waking up because I can't deal with this job anymore. I want out of this company. I have been applying for the last 8 months but haven't had any success. The biggest issue is that I'm a remote employee so the local companies can't afford to pay me what a north american company can pay.
I am struggling to find a remote job that would pay me a similahigher level of salary compared to what I already make.
The only offer I have right now is from a freelance gig I have. They want me to work part-time for them (less than 20 hours per week) and the money is 30% less than what I'm making right now.
I don't know whether to go for this offer or not. Financially, I'd be fine because of the currency difference, but I obviously don't like the thought of making less money. In the long run, this move won't be great for my career either, but the current stress of my job makes me want to go for it. I don't want to make a decision based on my current negative frame of mind but I'd like some guidance.

I am wondering if 1550 is special pay rate. I am currently a telework employee living in Seattle area. My wife has taken another job in a remote area and am worried that my salary will be decreased significantly. I have just started and having trouble understanding OPMs instructions on this. Thanks

It should be noted that I live in Spain and therefore the salaries I will be citing will seem very low for a USA employee.
A brief summary about my experience: I have two years of experience as a data scientist creating predictive models using machine learning in a small company. I left that company for personal reasons, and then I could not find a job as a data scientist, so I ended up working as a data analyst. Also, I have a bachelor degree in Software Engineering and a master degree in AI.
I am currently working as a Data Analyst for my current company. While the company I am working for is a very big international company, I work in a small team of 6 members. This job is very relaxed, I am free to estimate how much time my own tasks will take, and I am not pressured with deadlines. Also, I work completely from home, which is something I appreciate a lot. Some disadvantages of keeping this job is that I am getting paid 26 000€ per year, which is low even for Spain. Also, this is not a job position I see myself doing in the future. Finally, there are practically zero promotion chances within this company.
Now, recently I’ve been given an offer to work in a smaller company that would pay me 31 000€ per year, which is around a 20% increase. This would be a role as an AI Engineer, and I would be working in tasks like natural language processing, machine learning, and social robotics. It is clear to me that accepting this new job will be great for my career, as it will allow me to get back into the AI path, and the experience that I obtain in this job could help me find better jobs in the future.
However, I will have to work in the office one of every two weeks. The office is in another city, and the commute would be about 1 hour by train. Also, the company is known for constantly firing employers without any warning. I consider myself a highly performing worker and I believe in my capacity of performing well enough to not get fired, but the fact that they are so careless about firing employees makes me believe that the work environment will be harsh, stressful and full of deadlines.
In conclusion… I think the salary increase is not enough to give up the full remote relaxed position at my current company, and I should instead stay and perhaps keep looking for better opportunities. Honestly, with my experience and education, I think I should be able to find a better job. However, I am afraid that I might regret this decision in the future and I should instead accept it and get the experience that could help me find better jobs in the future, at the cost of worse working conditions for the next one or two years.
I only have two more days to think before giving my final decision. I’ve already pondered about the pros and cons a hundred times and I seem unable to make a decision.
Can you guys give me your advice?

I work fully remote and live away from most of my friends and family. I wanted to leave my hometown for years, and I ended up taking a job across the country. That job sucked and I only worked there for ~4 months, ended up getting a remote job after that because I wasn’t sure where I wanted to live. Was kind of a mess but I’m still living in the same general area.
I’ve had the same job for well over a year now and I like my role and company and don’t really want to leave any time soon especially with a tough job market out there specifically in my industry. The issue for me is, it feels very unfulfilling working fully remote. I don’t feel any connection to where I live, and I’m not sure if that’s because I just don’t like the area or because I’m not “required” to be here for any reason (ie. work, family, etc).
I have some friends from college living in my area, so I’ve had somewhat of a social life. Not really what I had in mind when I decided to move though. I haven’t had to make any new friends or connections on my own, and honestly haven’t been interested in doing so lately just because this whole experience feels so temporary and it’s like “I know a few people here, might as well just stick with them while I’m here.” I have tried though.
It’s getting to the point where I feel like I need to be somewhere I feel more purpose. But if I move somewhere else that I think I might enjoy more just to still WFH, I fear that it’ll be the same thing all over again. I’m young but feel like I need to figure out where I actually want to be so I can establish a solid friend group, dating life, etc. or else just move back to my hometown (which I never disliked, just wanted a change of pace).
My gut feeling is that where I currently live is just wrong for me, but who knows. I also had other places that I would’ve rather moved to originally but ended up going here instead for personal reasons (a girl, didn’t work out). My company does have offices in a few cool cities, but I still wouldn’t be required to go in so still seems arbitrary to me.
Wondering if anybody’s had a similar experience. Any advice is appreciated!

TLDR: On my 2022 W2 nearly all my income is attributed to DC. I haven't lived or worked there and due to multiple company acquisitions no one is sure how this happened and the current company I work for is refusing to correct the W2.

Full Background: In 2020 I started a new job with a company servicing a client located in DC. Let's call it Company 1. I was living in Florida, working remote.
Company 1 was then acquired by Company 2.
The acquisition occurred around Dec 2021.
In Jan 2022 I moved from Florida to Hawaii.
When I initially moved I failed to immediately make the change of my address from FL to HI, so I'm fully aware I owe some HI taxes. I've saved for that.
Then in December 2022 Company 2 was acquired by a new Company. Company 3.
I now work for Company 3.
My accountant was doing my 2022 taxes and calls me saying why was nearly all of my income being attributed to DC ? I lived in Hawaii all of 2022, so I didn't know why. DC? That's odd.
Also, despite nearly all of my income being attributed to DC I did not have anything withheld for DC taxes.
"Huh, weird.", I say. I was never in DC.
So I call HR at Company 3 because they bought Company 2 and by extension, Company 1, and I said my W2 is wrong and they need to issue me a new one.
I explain to them that I failed to make an immediate update from FL to HI, but also nearly 95% of my income in 2022 is being attributed to DC and I don't know why.
They tell me they cannot issue me a new W2 because the payroll provider that issued the W2 is from Company 2 and they (Company 3) no longer has an account with them.
Everyone from Company 2 was switched over to Company 3's main payroll provider a month ago. It would cost them $5k to re-open the old payroll provider account + some other business issues.
In speaking with HR they tell me no one is allowed to change your address and deductions.
"Well someone changed my state of where worked was preformed on my W2 to DC and it wasn't me I say."
I tell them I have never been in DC while working this job and that didn't make sense why it was even there in the first place. How did this even happen?
They don't know. They think HR at Company 2 may have messed up.

Current solution for my 2022 taxes: My accountant and I decide that the best course of action for 2022 is to pay HI like I should and then wait for DC to send me a letter saying I owe them money.
Then from there my accountant will draft a response stating that my W2 was incorrect and a new W2 could not be issued and that I never lived in DC. I've got a lease and renters insurance for residency proof if it comes to that.
My accountant recommended I get a letter from Company 3 explaining why a new W2 could not be issued so we can pass that on to DC if needed.
I really want to know though how DC even appeared on my W2. Who changed it?
My hunch is that the HR person at Company 2 likely changed it. (He also screwed up my benefits while working there-- different story)
Company 3 pointed out that I should have been looking at my paystubs and caught this error much earlier. I don't entirely disagree. What I take issue with is when you login into Company 2's payroll provider portal it shows you in a dashboard of your pay and where your dollars are going-- bank accounts, benefits, 401ks, etc. It does not show you tax details. And because I was a FL resident before switching over to Hawaii I knew the state tax should have been zero. So I thought everything was fine. Not that it had been switched to DC and there were no deductions being taken out so short of downloading the full PDF paystub and reviewing that, at face value it all looked fine.
What I still am wondering + some venting:

Is the plan for my 2022 taxes laid out above sound?
I am mainly concerned that someone changed my address without me knowing. (HR at Company 3 mentioned that legally I have to be the one who changed it. But I didn't.) I'd like someone with more knowledge to confirm the legal aspect of this for me.
I'm frustrated that this is costing me more money with the accountant and Company 3 is not helping to make me whole. They acquired Company 2, and as a part of that acquisition it means they acquired the problems of Company 2. Is it unreasonable to ask them to cover those fees? We literally just had an all hands stating they were flush with cash lol. (It's a big company). They are going to place the blame back on me for not reading my paystubs. I want to put the blame on them for not issuing me a new W2 and not doing their due diligence on Company 2's processes.

I am close to accepting an offer with a company. When I applied to this job apart from the several others I applied, I did not notice it was listed as on site. The commute will be 50 minutes each way for me which I’m fine with but I want atleast 2 days in the week to be remote. This is because I would need to pay for child care on those two days if I’m not home. So I will incur substantial expenses and then the job doesn’t become worth it for me because my current job would pay me as much. How do I negotiate this with the hiring manager? He seems a bit traditional from what we have spoken so far and also asked for 3 references which is such an old custom given todays market. I want to stand firm on 2 days work from home, I need it no matter what

DISCLAIMER, AGAIN: As I said last time, this is looking out to be very long, with a large amount of what might seem like useless text and dialogue, but what is actually essential parts of the story that will come later. The first chapter is barely even associated with the Murder Drones universe, with the only related things being a couple mentions of names or places that are in Murder Drones. I can assure you though, that the next chapter does earn this story the title of a MD fanfic, so please be patient. If you aren't a fan of the long reading, then this likely isn't the thing for you. Hell, even this disclaimer is far longer than it should be, so I'll just get right onto the show, er, or maybe the story.

Chapter One - Part Two
Still Extremely Lengthy Exposition

-e, he never found out.
Huh, fuzzy head.
Jacob resolved himself to ask the doctor his name when he came out of stasis next. Suddenly, Jacob focused on the fact that he just had a momentary blur in his awareness. Last time that happened, that signaled him entering stasis, and coming back out.
As if on cue, a hissing noise spread throughout the small chamber, ejecting a faint white fog. Luckily, it wasn’t aggravating his headache, as it had considerably lessened, probably throughout the time he was, “asleep”. The door also began to open after only thirty seconds of the gas being injected into his pod. Even better, the door was much faster this time, so it only took about ten seconds for it to open.
Like last time, a pair of assistants were waiting there in hazmat suits, though the suits in question looked less baggy and more solid and streamlined, a seemingly futuristic design. The visors were still opaque, though Jacob thought he could make out something in the reflection, probably him, now that he thought about it.
One of them stepped forward, holding a device that most likely served the same purpose as last time, but it, like the hazmat suits, was also smaller and more streamlined. The person strapped the little sensor strap to his wrist, as well as plugging a jack into a socket on the device on Jacob’s head. The man looked at the screen of the device for a second, before removing the strap and jack, before nodding to his fellow assistant. Then, they began to unstrap him from the pod.
Jacob was eventually released from the pod's grasp, and he stepped down after the pair backed up enough for him to do so. Jacob then saw a third man in another one of those futuristic hazmat suits approaching Jacob. The unnamed man, likely the unnamed doctor, stopped about four feet from him, before turning to his assistants and saying something to them that he couldn’t make out. It seemed to be good, since they nodded, and retreated out of the chamber.
The new man looked at him, and instead of raising his visor, tapped twice on the side of his head, and the visor became clear. It then also became clear to Jacob that, contrary to his previous assumption, the man was not the unnamed doctor, but ANOTHER unnamed doctor, this one looking like he was in his thirties.
“Uh, um, hi there.” The man seemed . . . nervous? Why was that? Wasn’t Jacob supposed to be the nervous one, if any?
“Sup.” Jacob nodded to him.
The man seemed to compose himself at Jacob’s words. “Yes, right this way please.”
The man walked out of the chamber, with Jacob following suit. Soon they arrived within another room, this one having what looked like a conference table filling up most of the room, with a couple other odd machines off to the side, as well as a little device in the middle of the conference table. The currently unnamed doctor sat down in a chair, with Jacob following suit, albeit sitting across from him. Just then, what looked like two armed guards joined them in the room, posting up on either side of the door, watching him carefully.
Jacob eyed them too, deducing that the best way to neutralize them was . . . none, as they would gun him down before he even got halfway across the room. Besides, why would he even want to take them down? Funny prank though. On the matter of the guards, Jacob decided to address one of the multiple elephants in the room.
“So uh, what's with the soldiers?” Jacob fixed the man with a simple questioning stare.
The man seemed to react rather oddly to Jacob attempting eye contact, doing his utmost best to prevent that very thing.
“Well uh, our experts on the matter said that, well, if the tumor managed to, uh, assimilate itself with essential parts of your brain, it could theoretically, uh . . .” The doctor cut himself off there, seemingly to try and find a way to phrase his statement.
“Influence me, or just outright assume full control of my body?” Jacob finished for him.
“Er, yes.” The doctor replied.
“Huh. Another question, if I may.” Jacob inquired.
The man nodded his affirmation.
“Where is the previous guy in charge? I thought he was gonna be the one to meet with me first.” Jacob asked.
The man seemed to further retreat into his hazmat suit that he still hadn’t gotten out of.
“Well, you see, uh, yesterday, on the way to this facility, Jackson, well. He got in a car crash. A malfunctioning self-driver. Since I was his assistant, I was chosen to assume the position of Acting Director.” The man’s eyes turned downcast at his own statement, as if in mourning.
Just then, Jacob realized why he seemed familiar. At first he had simply put off the feeling as nothing but a mistake from his mind, but now he could place his recollection. The supposed Acting Director was the assistant to the other unnamed doctor, apparently a man by the name of “Jackson” by the Acting Director’s words. Actually, speaking of Jackson, what was his full name?
“So his name was Dr. Jackson?” Jacob asked.
The man nodded glumly. “Yes. Dr Jackson C. Jenson. He had such a brilliant mind.” The man was retreating further and further into himself, and Jacob didn’t exactly need that yet. He still needed him for answers.
“Uh, doctor. Wasn’t I supposed to be debriefed or something?” Jacob wanted to snap his fingers in front of the man’s face, but he had a feeling that that wouldn’t go over well with the armed guards.
The man’s head snapped up, flustered yet again. “Er, yes. Let me get it set up.”
The man reached out to the small device on the center of the table, inserting what looked like a small USB into a socket on the object. He then pressed a small button on the side of the device, causing it to click, and do nothing else. The man cursed, pressing the button again, this time yielding results.
A small slot opened up on the top of the device, exposing a lens, which then began to glow, projecting a series of lasers that had no cohesive rhyme for rhythm. After a moment, the lights aligned themselves, creating an image too small to see. The man cursed again, calling the device a series of names that would probably get him in trouble if he were still in middle school, before turning a knob on the side of the device. The knob apparently controlled size, as the projection enlarged to a size more suitable to see. However, this proved too much for the brave device, as the image then flickered in the air, before simply shutting off with a pathetic click.
The man hung his head and sighed.
“I’m sorry, I swear that these were different in the demonstration. I’m probably gonna just get rid of them when I’m promoted to full director status.” The man commented.
Jacob peered at the open lens, which was now smoking, a good amount in fact.
“Uh, ok. So what was that supposed to do?” Jacob looked back at the still unnamed director.
“It WAS supposed to show you an image of your brain, but I guess we’ll just have to resort to the old-fashioned way.” After that statement, the man pulled a remote out of his pocket, pointed it at a screen on the wall, and pressed the on button.
Of course, it wasn’t so simple as that, as the man had to navigate the menus and files before selecting the presentation he wanted to use, so it was longer, and a bit more awkward than anyone in the room would’ve liked.
After finally getting the presentation to work, the man cleared his throat, after looking at Jacob to make sure he was watching, and began to speak.
“As you know, last time we saw you, the tumor had extended several appendages of itself throughout your brain, piercing several areas of your brain, including the empathy center. It had then somehow literally blurred the lines between itself and your brain, slightly merging itself with you in the process. However, while you were asleep, we made some rather . . . notable discoveries.” The man switched to the next slide, showing the same image, plus text and some diagrams, depicting something that looked like a reading from one of those machines that can read brain activity.
“We had placed a device on your head that was essentially a more powerful version of an electroencephalograph, or just an EEG for short. We wanted to see how your brain was reacting to the tumor in a more in-depth way, and while we did garner some interesting data, the thing that was more important, and worrying, was this next one.” The Acting Director flicked the button, the next slide showing a reading from the EEG. However, Jacob’s attention was taken from the slide by the man’s next words.
“This is not a reading from your brain, well, technically it is, in a way. You probably can’t see what is wrong with this reading, but a trained neuroscientist such as me can. The activity that we had detected is, for lack of a better word, muddled. We managed to figure out that while your brain itself was emitting the same relative frequencies as before, something else was adding onto that to create this muddled reading that we see here, and I’m fairly sure that you can guess what it was.” The man looked back at Jacob.
Jacob shrugged. “Yeah, it's the tumor, but we already knew that it was messing with my brain, so what’s new about this?”
The man looked back at the screen. “That is what we will see here.”
He flicked to the next slide, this one showing another set of EEG readings, this one different, though since Jacob didn’t really pay attention to the last one, he couldn’t tell what was different.
“You see, what was shocking was the way that the tumor was interfering with your activity, was that it wasn’t doing that at all. The reason why the EEG reading came out weird was that it had picked up two very different frequencies, and since it was only designed to pick up and read one, it just lumped the two together. One of those was from your brain, while the other . . .” The man trailed off, looking back at Jacob, who had a frown on his face.
“Was from the tumor.” Jacob finished.
The man nodded. “Correct. Now, this was worrying, as the only thing that could emit that kind of frequency that the EEG could pick up was your brain, or something in that general area. We triple checked our data, and brainstormed as much as we could, and we could only come to one conclusion: the tumor was now functioning like a brain, and thus, could no longer be defined as a tumor. It was now more of a proto-brain; simply, yet still functioning. I’m sure you can infer the rest.” The man clicked the power button on the remote, turning off the screen.
Meanwhile, Jacob was deep in thought.
So, supposedly he had a secondary brain inside of his own brain, like one of those Russian dolls that people loved so much. However, that does explain all of the fright around his body getting taken over by the little unwanted passenger in his head, as any entity, even if only semi-intelligent, living in your head is probably something to be worried about. But Jacob was more curious than worried, in actuality. While yes, that does seem a bit dumb of him, to not be worried about the potentially hostile entity living in his head that might be trying to take over his body, but Jacob was sure that the nanobots were doing their job, or else he would already be dead, by gunfire or weird tumor thing.
Jacob then realized something, something he had forgotten. He didn’t want to make the same mistake as last time, so he decided to just ask for the man’s name now.
Jacob cleared his throat.
“So anyway, uh, what's your name again?” Jacob asked.
The man looked back at Jacob incredulously.
“That's what you’re worried about? My name?” The man seemed a bit put off by this.
Jacob simply shrugged.
“Really? Alright, my name is Dr. Malcolm Instrum.” The man stared back at Jacob. “That's it.”
Jacob nodded, the situation getting a bit awkward. “So anyway, what’s next?”
* * *
Jacob was laying down on a medical bed, straps holding him down. He was in what looked like an operating room, with lights shining on his face. Strangely, the lights didn’t really hurt his eyes. For context, Jacob had just woken up from what the doctors had said was a, “simple operation” but never told him why he was being strapped down or being put to sleep. In hindsight, it was deeply worrying, but Jacob was still wondering that, if the lights didn’t hurt his eyes, then why was he still having to blink and look away?To his right was a door, where Jacob had seen a person in one of those futuristic hazmat suits walk into right when he woke up.
Jacob was beginning to worry that perhaps the entire team just coincidentally had developed rapid amnesia and had forgotten about him when a pair of men in hazmat suits walked into the room.
“No sudden movements.” One of them said, unstrapping his head.
Just then, Jacob noticed another pair of men, these ones armed, entering the room and standing on either side of the door. It seemed like they were still afraid he would be body snatched or something.
It didn’t take long for him to be unstrapped from the bed, and he was rather forcibly hauled up and told to move, so he did just that. The pair who had unstrapped him left the room through the door, with Jacob and the armed guards following suit. The armed guards escorted him out of the room, the pair of doctors seeming to have disappeared into thin air, somehow.
Jacob was brought to a room that looked suspiciously like his room from the last time he was here, and without any further words, the guards left him in the room, leaving and closing the door. Jacob had a feeling the door was locked, that feeling only reinforced by the beeping and clicking noise that followed soon after the door was closed.
Jacob looked around the room, and thankfully, at least something was there. The room was arranged in pretty much the same way, with the absence of a table and a chair. There was a TV up on the wall with a couch facing it, a bookshelf off to the side, and a table to the left of the couch. Jacob was about to investigate the bookshelf to see if any new material was present that he could read, when a beep and a click emanated from the door, before opening up to reveal a familiar face.
“Oh hey, it's you. Sorry, I kinda forgot your name, what was it again?” Jacob asked the doctor, not thinking to look at the nametag.
She smiled politely. “It's Dr. Vasel, and it's fine. You only saw me for an hour after all.”
Jacob stared back.
Her smile wavered slightly, although it wasn’t very noticeable.
“Erm, anyway, I’m here to do some psyche and mental tests. It should only take an hour. Answer truthfully, alright?”
“Alright.” Jacob replied, fully intending to answer truthfully, within reason of course.
* * *
“So, mind telling me what the ‘operation’ was about?” Jacob asked Dr. Vasel.
“Hmm?” She looked up from her clipboard.
“Earlier, some doctors or something put me in an operating room, knocked me out, and when I woke up, I was put in here. I’m not an expert on medical practice, but I’m fairly sure that that's not standard procedure.” Jacob questioned.
“Er, I don’t think I’m authorized to explain that to you.” Dr. Vasel countered.
“Huh.” Jacob dropped the issue.
Dr. Vasel stopped writing on her clipboard, tucking her pen back into her shirt pocket.
“That should be all, thanks for your time Jacob.” And without waiting for a reply, she left.
Jacob stared at the closed door for a second before scoffing and laying back onto his couch. He couldn’t lay on his bed because he didn’t have a bed, for some reason. Well, he wasn’t going to sleep in it, but couldn’t the higher ups have some consideration? Jacob glanced at the clock, trying to discern how long he had left, which was surprisingly short, relatively, at least. He had about six hours and a half left until he went back in the pod, so plenty of time to kill. He had gotten his physical check done before he had been strapped down onto a table and had that mysterious operation done on him, so if yesterday’s schedule was anything to go off of, then he would have nothing else for the entire day, so he was going to have to do something.
Jacob looked around the room, wracking his brain. He then decided to just look at the walls. He did that for a second before making out discernable lines in the floor and wall tile. His train of thought switched through a couple stations before somehow landing on check for security cameras, which was technically not that big a leap from just staring at the walls.
Jacob got up from the couch, stretching his limbs and cracking his knuckles. He looked at the standard places where cameras would be placed, like on the ceiling corners. He then checked the more discreet areas of surveillance, like the bookshelf and couch cushions. And the most utterly bizarre thing about the whole ordeal was that he found absolutely nothing. Nada, which was surprising when you consider that he was pretty much subject to the CIA’s whim here, unknown to the outside world. Speaking of the outside world, he had nothing to say about it, as nobody had given him any sort of reading material about the world's current state.
Jacob sighed.
This was going to be a long ordeal, wasn’t it?
* * *
One hundred.
That's how many times Jacob was woken up.
If you remember a bunch of pages back, some guys said that Jacob was going to be awakened exactly every decade, which is ten years. Multiply that by one hundred and you get one thousand years. Jacob lived for one thousand years, and it felt like one hundred days to him. This does seem like a bit of a jump, considering we were only just on the second awakening a moment ago and now we’re just speeding past one thousand years of humanity’s progress, but bear with me here, alright? None of us want to spend that long going through each and every one of those days, that would be an entire book on its own, maybe around five to four hundred pages long! No, much easier to just summarize it, and get to what matters, the present. After all, this is all just building up to the main story.
Anyway, so. As you know, each time Jacob woke up, he would be subject to various tests, measuring his mental, physical, and every other part of his body’s states. He would be awake for a total of twelve hours on the dot each time, stay asleep for ten years, and rinse and repeat for one thousand years. Now, you could probably tell that while it seemed like a short time for Jacob, it wasn’t exactly a few months for the outside world, pretty much the opposite, in fact.
Let's start with what we all know and love, history. Around the 2070s, the world was heating up yet again. Russia’s old leader had long since died, and while some would think that was a good thing, it really wasn’t. After a bloody scramble for control of the country, and a minor civil war, one of the old leader’s former generals, a person named Mikhail Noveztrenov, was aptly named, “Stalin’s Specter”, or “Сталинский призрак” if you want to get technical. He made an immediate and harsh reformation of Russia’s political and military state. A big reason why Russia had seemed so incompetent during the wars they had fought was largely due to widespread corruption amongst their ranks, along with a defunct R&D program.
Noveztrenov tried his very best to remedy these problems with the only method Russia had used lately, with executions and harsh reprisals. The world watched in dread as Russia began to build up a military, a legitimate one this time, and prepared for the worst. These feelings were only made worse by the new alliance organization headed by Russia which was said to rival NATO in many aspects, having included nations such as China, North Korea, Vietnam, and multiple other old enemies of the West. The 80s, that means the 2080s, was seen as the true Second Cold War, or Third depending on who you ask.
And finally, this boiling pot came to a head when the clock hit 2090. The East had been suffering under Western sanctions, deprived of oil, energy, and food for around five years now, slowly being strangled to death. This called for action, and action they did take. The second the clock reached the new decade, a massive blast of EMP waves rocked the world, targeted towards satellites, taking down several sections of the Internet in the process.
While the West was blinded, a force of over five hundred thousand troops crossed the border into the Middle Eastern Union, or the MEU, with the objectives to take various oil reserves and depots throughout the Middle East, with a secondary objective to annihilate the current government, and replace it with their own. Russian troops entered from the north and west, while the Asians landed on the beaches in the south and through the east, surrounding the MEU in a four pronged attack. In just two months, with the help of a new orbital cannon prototype, the MEU had been crippled by this blitzkrieg, with the only holdout being the nation's capital under siege
The Western nations gave the East an ultimatum; pull out of the MEU immediately, or suffer the consequences. Of course, the East denied. While they didn’t expect NATO and company to declare war, they were prepared for the possibility. And it's a good thing they were prepared, for European troops opened fire on the Russian’s a few days later.
And thus, World War Three began.
It was a long and drawn out conflict that probably would require its own story, with advanced technologies being used by both sides to attempt a victory, causing destruction everywhere they were used. In total, the war lasted for eleven years, with Europe nearly capitulating twice, and over two hundred and twenty million dead.
However, the war ended with quite the bang, but not so big it was the one we all know what you probably expected. Sort of. In 2101, the war was tilting in favor of the West. With the defeat of the East on the Moon, and the destruction of the orbital cannon, while the situation didn’t currently look too bad, Noveztrenov knew that if this continued, then he would be captured, and likely killed for his many war crimes. And the worst part, he couldn’t see any way out but one.
Noveztrenov retreated to his nuclear bunker in far northern Siberia, hidden deep in the snow. From there, he ordered for the immediate mobilization of almost all of the Russian armed forces to simply try and repel the invaders with extreme prejudice, while ordering a small portion to retreat to his bunker in Siberia. Noveztrenov planned to end the world in three days.
Of course, the West didn’t really like that. Through the brave actions of an intelligence agent who sacrificed his life to get word out of the impending nuclear fire, the Western nations had a meeting that would determine the outcome of humanity as a whole. They took a vote over two possible courses of action. The first was the standard response, just simply launching all the nukes and running underground. However, the other was suggested by the newly elected President of the United States, Henry Croftman. It consisted of sending a team of skilled special forces to disable the Eastern nuclear targeting array, which would effectively render all of the Eastern nukes useless.
In an extremely close vote, the tie breaker being the leader of Switzerland, it was decided to send the most elite of operatives, a collection of the very best the Western nations had to offer, deep into Russia to try and save the world.
And in a move that would likely inspire many action movies to come, with barely any time left on the clock, the operatives, after receiving heavy losses, disabled the array, saving humanity from a future filled with spicy air and cold days.
However, not everything was sunshine and rainbows.
While the team had disabled the array, they failed to do so in time, letting exactly nine nuclear weapons launch, and since the Western nations countermeasures had been crippled by war, only one was destroyed. The rest came down on major population centers, with the one intended for Washington thankfully taken down in the stratosphere.
London, San francisco, Ottawa, Miami, Taipei City, Seoul, Paris, and Berlin all suffered the burn of nuclear fire, killing millions. You could argue that revenge had been achieved with the execution of Noveztrenov, but most would say that one life was never worth millions. The West, while they had won the war, wasn’t free from consequences. The amount of effort that had to be put in to rebuild society, to restructure the governments of their former enemies, was tremendous.
However, while this war was terrible, it allowed for something that had never been seen before in all of human history. Unification.
The act of switching from war to peace nearly collapsed the rest of the nations, with rioting over food and energy, and the poor desperate for change. While they did recover, the Western nations knew that they needed a big change, something to prevent this from happening again. The EU suggested a rather radical idea, one that was at first dismissed, but when later considered upon, made quite a bit of sense.
After a vote was made by the remaining leaders of the world, it was agreed by a near unanimous decision to unite the entirety of humanity under a single banner, a nation built by humans, for humans, forever.
The period that came after was widely known as the Great Golden Age, with the majority of the Western nations having been leaning towards more progressive ideals, came economic and civil prosperity, after the reconstruction had been completed. Since oil was nearly depleted, it was agreed to switch to more reliable methods of energy, like solar, wind, hydro, with nuclear taking the top spot. Poverty reached an all time low, and the economy skyrocketed. In the following years, humanity would grow ever closer, and while some racial and ethnic issues arose, especially in the American South and the Middle East, they were quickly remedied with some concessions and agreements.
However, humanity’s nature was not to just sit there and eventually stagnate, it was to explore, to create, to build bigger and better things, things that would surpass their greatest dreams. And so, humanity only had one place to look for all that;
The stars.
In the year 2134, the very first stable wormhole ever would be created, creating a doorway between Tibet and California. It had originally been opened by creating separate two points, entangled particles being utilized, and just doing some magic science stuff, and bam, a pre-planned doorway between two points in space.
Scientists quickly discovered how to open a wormhole where they had never been before, enabling them to essentially walk between the solar systems without any sort of time dilation whatsoever. And so, the Space Age began.
New technologies, economic prosperity, some random corporate independence wars, all of this happened in the Space Age, an era which began in 2142, and is still ongoing, with humanity discovering new planets often. However, not everything was sunshine and rainbows, as a certain super-corporation’s mining operation on an exoplanet utilizing a force of artificial intelligence laborers gone wrong would kick start a whole new event in the mid-to-late 3000s.
However, we aren’t quite there yet, as some of you might be asking, “Where is my homeboy Jacob?” and well, you’ve got what you were asking for, not some things from his perspective, of course, but more narration!
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Jacob had quite the time in the hundred days.
The most notable was that time he almost got kidnapped by a cult, but that’s for later. What is important is the recap.
Jacob was quite surprised when he heard about the World War, but was just shocked when he heard that the nations had united, under a single banner too! Jacob didn’t believe it at first, as he didn’t think the world leaders could put aside their egos to think about their people for once, but it seemed like progressiveness had reached heights that he thought were impossible. Jacob made sure to ask what had happened in the world each time he woke up.
Jacob also made another observation, this one over time.
Everybody around him was dying.
Not due to some attack or toxin, but rather the old enemy called time. Familiar faces like Dr. Vasel became old, before being replaced by younger ones that he might’ve gotten close to, if they hadn’t died within five days of his time. The therapists were worried about how this was affecting his mental state, but if he was being traumatized or something, he never noticed. Not that he would tell them that anyway, after all.
Oh yeah, not every face was friendly.
There was this one director who was such a nice guy, and acted really friendly with Jacob. Perhaps a bit too friendly, if you know what I mean. The next time Jacob woke up to quite a different scene. Bullets were flying, and about ten armed guards had taken up defense around his pod, with multiple masked individuals firing back at them. Jacob had been quite startled indeed, especially when a stray round took him in his chest.
Everybody had been quite worried after that, but that quickly turned to surprise when they had taken care of the invaders, and they had found that Jacob was feeling absolutely no pain at all. Jacob had commented he felt perhaps a rather annoying tingling sensation there, but none of the expected reaction to the bullet wound. They deduced that it was the tumor's fault, as it had now breached what the doctors called the dorsal posterior insula, but Jacob wouldn’t remember that, he only knew that it was somehow related to pain. The doctors wanted to remove the tumor, but the Intercontinental Intelligence Agency, or the ICIA disagreed, deeming it too dangerous. Oh yeah, Jacob didn’t know this at the time, but they also began to break even more laws regarding ethics around this time, no biggie.
Jacob was also surprised when he had a change of scenery too, as the chamber got bigger, and people started to wear hazmat suits around more. He had been told that he was moved to another planet for top secrecy, and the government was now working in conjunction with a puppet Windex company of all things to experiment on the thing in his head. Oh yeah, and supposedly they had developed some prototype AI based off of the tumor’s functions or something, not too important.
Jacob also started to actually fall asleep when he went in the cryo pod, instead of just experiencing a blip in awareness, which was deemed bad news by the experts. A few days later, Jacob’s tumor had progressed to a point in which it was deemed too unsafe to take him out of cryo anymore. They set some new nanobots to keep brain activity to the lowest possible setting, and were going to keep him frozen for the foreseeable future.
And of course, that foreseeable future would be coming to a rather startling end a few decades later, as what the people in 2999 didn’t know was that their own creations would be the end of them. Did I tell you that the new planet Jacob had been transferred to was a little planet called Copper-9? I don’t think I did, and the name probably doesn’t mean anything to uncultured swines like you, but that planet is quite important.
Anyway, a few decades later, a rather large catastrophe rocked the planet. Humans had been utilizing the uranium-laden core of the planet as a huge nuclear reactor, which was bound to have some unforeseen consequences. As whenever there is something that can be blown up, humans tend to do just that, either on purpose or on accident.
The core had detonated, creating a nuclear explosion so big it gave itself rings from the debris thrown off from the planet. The shockwave killed almost all biological life everywhere boots could touch the ground, and certainly every single human. The entire surface was plunged into a nuclear winter, with the sun being blotted out for a little, but not too long as most of the debris had actually gone upwards and outwards into orbit.
The company, JCJenson, would be separated from the aid of the government for the loss of a valuable asset, and would determine that the only thing left alive on the planet was metal. Speaking of that, the large number of AI labor drones were able to resist the blast for the most part, and since the cold didn’t bother them, they created their own civilization down there when their overlords died, believe it or not.
However, JCJenson wasn’t about to let an entire planet just up and go, so they repurposed some of the aforementioned labor drones into war machines capable of mass destruction. Anti-personnel razor sharp claws, flight capabilities, sub-machine guns, explosive ordnance, laser weaponry, the whole shebang. The company sent these, “disassembly drones” down to Copper-9 to eliminate the remaining, “worker drones” in an attempt to recover their investment.
In the midst of all this chaos, only a single person remained blissfully unaware of the planet collapsing around him, and the subsequent annihilation of intelligent androids, and he was a certain teen lying fifteen thousand feet beneath the surface inside a deep-sleep cryo pod.
Jacob would be left assumed dead for the second time in his life, and he didn’t even know it. The facility that he was housed in was a secure bunker designed to last for years running self-sufficiently, but those designs were still experimental. It could last for two hundred years, maybe three, tops, before running out of power, which would eject Jacob into a harsh and unforgiving landscape filled with unbreathable air, with only death waiting for him outside of the walls.
The facility did have automated guards that were intelligent in their own right, defending the contents of the facility from hostile threats, but it was unlikely that they would figure out a way to preserve the fragile human housed within their walls before running out of power. In short, the future looked quite bleak for Jacob, with almost no possibility of surviving.
Almost.
------------------------------------------ The next chapter might be coming a maybe a week or so, perhaps a bit less, so sit tight. Again, hope you enjoyed, and be patient. I am aware of the excruciatingly long amount of text, and while I am sorry for this, there is little chance of it getting better. In total, the length of this chapter added up to 38 pages, and I didn't count the words or characters, so good luck with that. See y'all when I upload the next one, if I don't get banned for unrelated MD content.

Hi, how can I work legally in the US?
I have a remote job now in the mortgage industry and I need to be able to work legally for him. How is the possible?

I was recruited for a contract role and was told that it was fully remote. I go through three interviews and passed. They want to pass me to the client now. This is the furthest I’ve gotten with any interview in the 4 months since I lost my job.
But now they tell me it’s Hybrid to the office that’s not even the one in my town. Driving w/o traffic you could make it in an hour but realistically it would be 1:45 each way. But here’s the issue, it’s not (just) that I don’t want to make that long drive; I actually have a medical reason that I cannot drive at all for several months (and honestly that long drive will only exacerbate said medical issue once I am cleared to drive). In other words I have a medical reason I cannot drive myself to the hybrid location… a location they had said was remote for this role. Which is why I accepted the call in the first place.
Do I have any leg to stand or here, do they have to provide some “accommodation” to help me either get to work or to work from another location that doesn’t require my driving? I’m normally a super healthy person so I’ve never been in any situation like this before to even consider asking for concessions due to my health. But it seems like it could fall under some sort of labor requirement to help accommodate someone qualified for the role who is (hopefully temporarily) less able bodied. Or do I just have to eat the hours I spent interviewing and now out if I cannot physically commute there.
I know there are a so many other people looking for a job so they can just move on to someone whose driving foot isn’t compromised and not think twice about it. But it smells of potential discrimination especially since they weren’t forthright in the “remote” nature of the role.
(Via public transit, the office they want me to go to would require a bus, a commuter train, and 2 more busses, totaling about 3hr each way, assuming all connections are made)
TLDR: interviewing for a remote job that is actually hybrid and I am physically unable to drive (medical reason) to their office. How do I handle this?

Hey everyone. I'm a remote worker for customer care and I sent my resignation today to my trainer (got a better job offer). He didn't reply at all?? I need to return the computer equipment.....should I email HR? Unsure how this works.

Let me clarify my header. My husband and I currently live in one state. We moved here just before the pandemic shut everything down (I’m talking two weeks before). We currently rent due to it being an incentive to relocate here and were looking at buying a house in the past year but was unable to snag one in the market. Now that the market has cooled off some, we were going to begin to look again when my husband’s job told him his job is now completely remote and he can live anywhere near a major airport.
Here’s the dilemma: neither of us particularly fell in love with this area. There’s nothing wrong with it, it just never felt like home. We’re now in a position to move back to the place we love except I actually have a job I really love. I’m afraid if we move I won’t work for a company as great as the one I work for now. Me working completely remotely in my position is very likely not an option.
So do I stay in an area I’m not in love with for a job I do love? Or move back to a place I love and feels like home with a chance of not finding a job or company as amazing as the one I’m in now? Please help!

INTRODUCTION
A familiar statement by members of the general public is, “I’ll believe in flying saucers when I see one.” As the saying goes, “Seeing is believing.” During my many years of contact activism, I have learned that “believing” can also lead to “seeing.” The aim of this report is to describe two important features of the contact experience. The first concerns how UAP intelligences shape encounters depending on the existing beliefs and expectations of contact experiencers. The second theme is that intelligence responsible for flying saucers employs illusion as a mechanism of contact. I present a case in which both mechanisms were likely employed.
THE CONSCIOUSNESS CONNECTION
It has been said that UAP intelligences are able to access experiencers’ consciousness as readily as you and I access light by turning on a wall switch. Among contact experiencers it is common knowledge that the so-called “aliens” are totally telepathic. In my opinion, such awesome power also allows them to readily access our entire storehouse of memories. This capability, when combined with their ability to create illusions, allows them to co-create with us any kind of encounter that you and they can imagine.
THE PHENOMENON IS “REFLECTIVE”
THE RADICAL CONCEPTS INTRODUCED BY JOHN KEEL
John Keel,(1930- 2008) was a legendary UFO and paranormal researcher and author. He published over a dozen books. These include the “The Mothman Prophecies” (1975), that was made into a successful film starring Richard Gere. In 1966, Keel entered into an intense investigation of the flying saucer phenomenon. As part of this study he read thousands of local newspaper articles on UFO sightings provided by clipping services. He travelled across the United States interviewing thousands of witnesses. Keel coined the term MIB (Men In Black).
In 1967, after just one year of his intense field investigations, he abandoned the extraterrestrial hypothesis. He did so because of, “an astonishing overlap between psychic phenomena and UFOs...” Famous investigators like Dr. J. Allen Hynek and Dr. Jacques Vallee eventually came to similar conclusions. John Keel was one of ufology’s most controversial writers and his work still influences current debates about the nature of the flying saucer phenomenon.
Keel, in his classic book, “The Mothman Prophecies” discusses how flying saucer intelligence manipulated his own investigations in ways that reinforced his beliefs about what was going on. On page 111 he states,
“I was being led to people and cases to support whatever theory I was working on at the time. I tested this by inventing some rather outlandish ideas. Within days I would receive phone calls, reports, and mail describing elements of those ideas. This was the feedback or reflective effect. Other investigators concerned with solving problems such as how flying saucers are propelled have automatically been fed, or led into, cases in which the witnesses supposedly viewed the interiors of the objects and saw things which confirmed the investigators' theories. If the phenomenon can produce any effect through hallucination, it can easily support any theory.”
As a physician I prefer the term illusion rather than “hallucination” to describe the mechanisms involved in Close Encounters. Hallucinations, from the medical point of view, are manifestation of disease states and should not be applied to encounters with non-human intelligences in which the witnesses are generally not ill.
According to my analysis, technologically induced illusions are being presented to human subjects . This noted, I cannot over emphasize the importance of Keel’s above quote from “The Mothman Prophecies”. In addition, it is important to note that the reflective nature of the contact experience exists on both a societal as well as an individual level. John Keel, Dr. Jacques Vallee and others have aptly observed that the appearance of the UAPs reflect the cultural expectations of each historic period in which they have manifested.
Thus, to the ancient Chinese, they appeared as “dragons.” During the 1890s airship wave in the USA, they took on the appearance of Zeppelins that would be built a few years later. For the last sixty years, as we have gotten out into space, they are now thought of as “extraterrestrials.”
The following narrative is an example of an encounter that is both illusory as well as reflective of one’s own beliefs about what the phenomenon is “supposed to be.”
Mystery Helicopters in the Sepulveda Pass
During the mid 1990s, I was a Working Group Coordinator in Los Angeles for the CE-5 Initiative. This involved staging what I now call Human Initiated Contact Events (HICE). My contact team regularly travelled to remote locations in the high desert. There we used consciousness techniques such as meditation and thought projection to stage limited interactions with UAPs. To our surprise UFOs appeared not only during our fieldwork but also during everyday types of activities. These multiple data points helped me understand the psychic mechanisms used to engineer Close Encounters.
During the five years that I was a contact team leader, my sightings occurred, not only during fieldwork, but also in my West Los Angeles neighborhood. Some of the sightings demonstrated a flat two-dimensional quality. This made me suspect that they were not physical objects at all. Instead they appeared to be visual displays that were being produced by some kind of holographic technology. As the result of these encounters, I developed a new model incorporating the role of illusion as a mechanism of contact. I call this theory, The Virtual Experience Model.
The Virtual Experience Hypothesis
Virtual Experiences of the First Kind (VE-1) are illusory visual displays of structured objects or “alien” beings that typically convince witnesses that they are physical “craft” or “extraterrestrials” beings respectively.
Other categories include the psychic creation of a kind of virtual reality that produces a full sensory illusion that is convincingly real to the human subject. I designate this type as a VE-2.
The final major category is Virtual Experience of the Third Kind (VE-3). In this setting, artificial memories are implanted into the consciousness of the contact experiencer. Although the witness recalls seeing a non-human being or remembers going on-board an ET craft, according to this scenario no such event has actually transpired. The false memory does the job of convincing the witness that was happened was “real”, i.e., a physical event.
A HIGH LEVEL CONTACTEE JOINS THE TEAM
One member of our HICE/CE5 Los Angeles group was a high level contactee from the former Soviet Union. I refer to him as “Misha Goldman”, a pseudonym. He worked as an EKG tech in the Kaiser Hospital where I was employed. He was what you might describe as a “human UFO magnet.” As soon as he joined the group our level of contact, as measured by the appearances of UAPs, increased dramatically. I deemed it highly likely that he had direct telepathic communications with what contactees might call “friends in high places.”
Living just a few miles from Hollywood, “the entertainment capital of the world,” I thought that perhaps Misha’s boost to our contact efforts was analogous to how Hollywood describes climbing the ladder of success. “It’s not what you know, but who you know” that facilitates getting the next job as an actor, director or producer.
MISHA’S PROBLEMATIC SIGHTING OF A FLYING SAUCER & MYSTERY HELICOPTERS IN THE SEPULVEDA PASS
One Tuesday morning during Easter Week in 1994, Misha called me at home to describe a sighting that he had the previous evening. While driving on the 101 Freeway in the San Fernando Valley he reportedly saw a typical disc shaped UAP flying overhead. It was about 1000 feet up and approximately thirty feet across. Misha was not the only member of the team that was having sightings while driving, but what made this sighting highly unusual was that this saucer according to Misha was being chased by several military helicopters.
Based on my growing suspicion that some UFO sightings are illusory in nature, I told Misha that there were features of his sighting that were problematic. It is important to point out that the San Fernando Valley had a population in 1994 of about one million people. In addition, there are no major US military facilities located nearby. I told him that his assessment that the military helicopters were chasing an “alien craft” didn’t make much sense. The flight characteristics of some UAPs include their ability to fly circles around top performance military aircraft. Slow moving helicopters in pursuit mode would never be able to keep up with a “real flying saucer.” So, then what was going on?
Reverse Engineered Craft was not a likely Explanation
I suggested to Misha another possibility. What if the flying disc were a top-secret prototype military device? Then, perhaps the helicopters were escorting it rather than chasing it. This notion was reminiscent of the famous Cash-Landrum Incident in which supposedly a reverse engineered radioactive craft accompanied by US military helicopters injured several witnesses on the ground. However, there was a problem with this possible explanation. The densely populated San Fernando Valley was the least likely place for the authorities to test such a craft. Just imagine the uproar with thousands of witnesses if the saucer had to stage an emergency landing in a community of a million people. Prized government/corporate assets were better kept secure, way out in the desert where they might be secretly developed, and test flown.
I said to Misha that the entire sighting might have been a kind of “theater of the mind production.” (This conversation occurred years before I coined the term Virtual Experience/Event describing the role of illusion as a mechanism of contact.) Instead, I told Misha that the disc he had seen over the 101 might be the product of some kind of advanced alien “mind control” technology.
After making this sweeping speculative analysis of Misha’s encounter on the phone, and feeling quite proud of myself at that, I said good-bye to my contact team buddy. I set off to work, driving on the 405 Freeway. I didn’t want to be late for the noon doctors’ meeting. Back in 1994 my department was still offering donuts at conference and I didn’t want to miss my share.
So, there I was, driving through a sea of cars, on what seemed like a normal Tuesday afternoon. Or was it? As I reached the middle portion of the Sepulveda Pass, I noticed something a bit strange. Above the eastern rim of the canyon, I saw two military helicopters. This in and of itself was strange. There are no major military bases located near the City of Los Angeles. What was even more bizarre was that both choppers were vintage aircraft. One was an old Sikorsky, the kind first used in the Korean War. I recognized its typical large rounded nose with the cockpit located high up above the main cabin. The other was a Huey, a Bell UH 205, the standard workhorse helicopter of the Vietnam War.
I was immediately struck by the wild colors on both craft. The Sikorsky instead of the standard military dark green was a brilliant candy color green. It looked like something out of a circus. The Huey appeared a bit more respectable. It was painted a darker olive color, but the bright green circle surrounded the US star insignia on the side of the craft just didn’t look right. Both helicopters were slowly moving back and forth the over the canyon. They appeared to be no more than 200 feet above the rim. This was several hundred feet below the minimum altitude required by government regulations when flying over densely populated areas.
A Coincidence or an Example of what John Keel Would call the “Reflective Factor.”
I thought to myself, “This is very strange.” I have a conversation with Misha about his sighting possibly being a simulated visual display and then I am witness to craft that were fit for a carnival. I had specifically mentioned to Misha the notion that a helicopter might be used as a kind of a prop in his sighting. Now I was witness to not one, but two bizarre “identified flying objects.”
Was this just an amazing coincidence, or was I being given a rather theatrical visual display similar to Misha’s? The sequence of events in retrospect suggests that the “reflective” aspect of UFO intelligence as described by John Keel was in effect. I had formulated a “belief” that the craft and helicopters from the previous night were illusory in nature, and as if to confirm my “pet theory” bizarre helicopters were flying overhead. Things got even stranger however. I wondered if Misha’s sighting was a kind of a test as to whether I would choose to attempt to interact with UFO intelligence.
On the chance that the choppers were visual displays and not “physically real”, and that a telepathic non-human intelligence might be able to communicate with me, I decided to “send out” a mental message of welcome. This, after all, was part of the contact protocols that I was employing during fieldwork. As my vehicle approached the top of the Sepulveda Pass, I was doing about 55 miles per hour. I watched the helicopters located now above me and to the right. They were still moving back and forth perpendicular to the freeway.
Human Initiated Contact Event: Was a Consciousness Connection Evident?
Not actually expecting a response from the craft overhead, I sent out a mental message of welcome. My 1983 Toyota Camry reached the crest of the Sepulveda Pass. The San Fernando Valley stretched out before me. As always, I took pleasure in the spectacular panoramic view. I accelerated as I headed down the hill into the Valley. To my surprise, I noticed that the Huey had broken away from the Sikorsky. It was headed my way! Just another coincidence?
The Huey was now above my vehicle, and I noticed that it was descending rapidly. It kept pace with me, flying just a few dozen yards out front. I had a perfect view of its underbelly through my windshield. The chopper leveled out at less than 100 feet above the roadway. I could hear the chopper’s engines, but they seemed quite muffled. The roar should have been deafening, but it wasn’t. My heart pounding, I continued to silently chant welcoming thoughts.
For about one mile, we traveled together. As we passed the Sepulveda Basin Dam, the Huey moved off to the west. I looked towards the walls of the reservoir, (a favorite “shoot site” for film crews.) The large concrete plaza in front the dam was totally deserted. Apparently, the choppers were not part of a Hollywood action movie being filmed on the spillway of the reservoir.
After the medical conference, I worked an evening shift in the ER. I then called Misha and told him about the helicopters in the Sepulveda Pass. Was the appearance of the helicopters an example of the “reflective aspect” as described by John Keel? Did I really have a contact experience while driving through the Sepulveda Pass? I suppose skeptics would reject any positive interpretation of the events as nothing more than “UFO fan club wishful thinking.” Coincidence might explain all. I should point out however that prior to this experience, I had never been buzzed by a helicopter while driving, never before and never since for that matter. It all might have occurred by chance. But I don’t think so!
Addendum: A much expanded, footnoted version of this article appears in the anthology “A Greater Reality” edited by Reinerio Hernandez. This multivolume work is published by the newly formed The Consciousness and Contact Research Institute (CCRI) and supports the concept that consciousness rather than mass/energy is the wellspring of creation.
Form additional articles on the Virtual Experience Model, the following links are provided:
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/01/03/the-virtual-experience-model-an-overview/
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/05/20/the-interdimensional-vs-et-hypothesis-virtual-experiences-and-ufo-sightings-as-thought-forms/
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/02/23/andrija-puharich-mds-work-with-uri-geller-supports-the-virtual-experience-model/
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/01/20/why-might-ufo-intelligence-hoax-shooting-star-displays-reflections-on-the-virtual-experience-model/
Virtual Experience of the Third Kind: “Virtual Memory”
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/02/22/virtual-memory-a-virtual-experience-of-the-third-kind-ve-3/

Hello everyone. First, I would like to thank anyone who will take the time to read my message as I just need some help. Last February I started a job with a newly established company in Dubai (DWTC). After the contract was signed by both sides and stamped by the company, I was assured that they were starting the visa process and therefore took a copy of my passport. Weeks went by and every time I asked for an update I was told that it took longer in this freezone than elsewhere. In addition to being in this stressful waiting for a visa (I was working with my "marital visa", I was sponsored by my husband) I had to face every day racist jokes that they (the employer but especially her husband) were constantly making about Arabs, and any non white nationality. Of course, because an emirati was working with us, the jokes were made in French. I won't quote any of the phrases they said but it was just sickening, disgusting and there was also an Indian employee who worked with us and accepted the derogatory remarks because he obviously needed the job. I am French with Moroccan origin and even if I wasn't, these remarks offended me to the core. A French colleague worked with me and told me what was said on the days I worked remotely. When I found out by searching on MOHRE that they had never started the visa process, I asked for an explanation and they simply fired me with à big smile saying they regretted hiring me at the first place. I left crying because they said they had no plan to pay my salary (I worked exactly a month there). I worked so hard, leaving my little boy at the nursery and paying for a cab every day to work and I didn't get my salary. When I called MOHRE I was told that since it was a freezone, I had to check with DWTC, when I went to DWTC I was told that without a visa I had to go to al adheed. When I went to al adheed, I was told that I had to go to immigration. They kept me going in circles for weeks. Today I was told that the contract, even though it was not a MOL contract, still had legal value because it was signed and stamped. In the meantime, I filed a complaint to the police against them for insults and racist remarks. The police called me and simply rejected the complaint because the remarks" were not aimed at me directly". So I left a Google review on the company without any insult saying exactly: company run by racists, employing people without doing their visa. And guess what. Today at 11:30 pm I got a call from the police asking me to come because a complaint has been made against me. How can this happen please? How can you take into account people who are openly racist, who don't pay their employees, still have illegal workers in an office at the center of Dubai and not take my situation into consideration for one second? I just want to point out that although they are new in the UAE, these two people know many people here (the racist anecdotes were about these people). Tomorrow I'm going to have to show up with a sinking feeling in my stomach, not because I've committed anything, but because I'm just wondering if my case is going to be treated fairly. I don't know how the police work here and any opinion is good to take. I would have liked to explain everything to you in detail but it's already very boring...

I consider myself lucky to be with an older man who can support me, as I haven’t developed a career, and I spent my early adult life traveling and focusing on art.
When I met him I was homeless and somewhat lost. Initially it felt so relieving to let go of the concern for survival and instead be able to focus on being myself and being a good boyfriend.
Many years have gone by (with many joys) but now I’m encountering some persistent doubts and fears that if I don’t develop myself professionally in some way, I might be at risk of really struggling later in life. I worry that I may come to regret neglecting to develop my own means.
He works remotely and prefers to spend a lot of time in a home in the countryside. So if I stay with him I can’t just take a regular job. (I guess I could try to find an entry-level remote position or gain a credential online.)
We get along well and have great sex, but part of me is afraid that it may be at the cost of neglecting my own path of social and professional development.
I’ve always been shy and it’s been somewhat natural being like a housewife, but it can seem like such a double-edged sword. I know his protection is valuable. But I don’t know how to safeguard my own future in an arrangement like this.
Yet, sexually, I’ve always wanted to give myself over to someone such him, and that calling is what got me in this situation, for better and for worse.
Does anyone else have experience with these kinds of dynamics?

Help! I recently quit my job because I have vertigo and I worked in EMS and couldn’t work through another shift without feeling like I’m going to fall unexpectedly. I don’t know what it is and I haven’t been able to pin down any triggers and multiple doctors have NO answers so I figured a WFH job would be best. Currently I am a college student and do have another year left before graduation so I am limited on some options. However, it’s hard to find any job postings that’s are remote and part time.
I am desperate for a job because I have little savings (impacted by the pandemic from 2020 and being a college student so no real income), no family to ask for money, and I do live in a house (with roommates) so I do have grown up bills.
Not sure if this is the right page but if it’s not please guide me in the right direction… please!

Hi Guys,
Apologies for the title I could not think of a good way of structuring it for this situation that I found myself in.
I recently got my IR-1 visa approved and I am moving within the month. My employer is happy to transfer my job to the US but they said that they want to wait until I get my social security number before swapping me officially and giving me the new US based offer.
However, they want me to continue working as normal and get paid through my Canadian bank account while I am waiting for my SSN in the US. Then after I receive it, I file my resignation letter for the Canadian based job and they start my US based employment.
They said they consulted their US based lawyer who told them that there would be no issue with immigration officials/USCIS if we go this route and it would be less of a head ache because I wouldn't have to take a couple of weeks off while I wait for my SSN.
I was wondering if I should agree to this or if I should request that my last day is the day I leave Canada and then resume once I get my SSN? Just wanna make sure I don't run into any issues.
I work remotely if that helps.
Any advice is much appreciated.

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