Surry Investigations

I am literally amazed that there are so many people helping me with my current situation. I am beyond grateful. Reality has been slipping for me; I see things that aren't there, people that are dead; I think I'm in places I couldn't possibly be.

I have "met" some wonderful people this past week who have gone out of their way to help a stranger. I've got everything that I was told I needed for this "ritual" that supposedly will clear up this affliction. I've got my video camera set-up to record the ritual, in case it might be my last living act. I tried to call Novak to come help me set-up the camera for live streaming but he's being a jerk about the fact he doesn't believe in any of this "ritual" stuff and thinks I should just go visit doctors and get medicated. I know it is beyond that, I can feel it; I felt it as I watched the video I was sent by Nathan. Nathan thank you so much for helping gather this stuff and I hope that I do not turn into a rabbit, mushroom, or something worse like dead.

If I survive I'll post the video when I can, which may not be until this coming weekend, and I will let everyone know how it went as soon as I can. If the ritual doesn't work and I don't survive, I want my son to know I love him very much. I may not be the best father and I've made unforgivable mistakes in my past. I wish your mother would let me see you, but please don't blame her for my mistakes. I changed - I'm a better man now, the man I wish I would have been before so I could be the father I wanted to be. I love you.

Everybody who has helped me, thank you again. I'll update you soon if all goes well.

So I have learned that there is some sort of ritual that may help make these nightmares go away. It sounds a little out there to think that stuff like this might actually work, but if it will stop the hallucinations and dreams like I had last night I will do whatever I can.

I need to collect some items and I’m not sure how to go about getting many of them. I assume that the Nicholas who e-mailed me is one of Michael's friends. I think we can try your approach of using video or pictures for the items. Just send me the link if you post it on any of the social video sites.

Here is the list of items I will need:

A candle lit once and then snuffed out by a woman
A black feather held by a man
A pebble held by a boy
A vial of sand or a shell gathered from a body of water by a girl
A red string knotted nine times by a mother in the morning
A clipping from a sapling tree gathered at noon
A rose in bloom plucked at twilight
A piece of bark from an oak, gathered at night
A spray of pine (what is a spray of pine?)

If we do this with video I’ll need someone in the south to have the candle, and I will try to arrange a time with you to light it as I do the ritual. Somebody will need to have the feather in the east and have it pointing east. Another person will have to have a pebble which I assume was once held by a boy somewhere to the west, I wish my ex-wife would let me see my son for this. In the north I will need someone to have the sand or a shell. I'll try to arrange with all of these individuals when to have the items ready.

I’m going to have to have a chant as well, but it says I need some other people to chant with me. I don’t know how I can best do this, any suggestions?

Psyche, guardian of souls, hear me.
These offerings of life are laid before you.
Life paired with death;
youth to age;
child to mother;
male to female;
light to dark.
Fire, water, earth, and air, consecrated to you.
Bless me. Bless me. Bless me.
I am my self. I am my self. I am my self.
Restore my soul, my wholeness, my oneness.
I am my self. I am my self. I am my self.
Restore my balance. Heal my mind.
I am my self. I am my self. I am my self.

I’ll print off pictures of the items, taken from the videos, which will be on the altar and crush them together. I hope this works, I can’t take many more nights of death and torture… and autopsies?

Nicholas, Michael, and everyone else thank you for your suggestions and all the help you are offering me.

Got to Boston and couldn't remember why I was there. My head feels fuzzy, like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it’s hard to think straight.

I don't remember much about Boston. The hotel staff told me a room had already been reserved for me, but someone else had already been given the room. They apologized and found me another room.

I do remember having a conversation with a big guy in the elevator who was wearing a blue speedo and had drawings all over him. That hallucination was almost as strange as the one I had that convinced me to go to Boston in the first place. Was he the person that I was supposed to talk to? But he seemed in a hurry to be somewhere else – I don’t think he had anything to do with this. I think I will let somebody else figure out his mystery.

Like I said, I don't remember much. I slept a lot, I think. I waited in
the hotel room for something to happen. I thought I might get another
phone call, but then I noticed that my cell phone battery was dead. I
dreamed of a place I think in Egypt. There was a bunch of hieroglyphics
on the walls, it was dark, and a man was trying to claw his way through
a stone wall. It seemed as if he could see me watching him as he sat
down next to a pillar. He reached out with something in his hand, I
couldn't grab it or see what it was. I felt helpless as the man took
his last breath. Before I woke up, I heard a crowd of people, some with
British accents. Sometimes, they would laugh. A bright light flashed a
couple of times, splitting the darkness..

I went back to the airport and tried to get on my flight home. There were so many flight delays – it took forever to get back to Houston. I think I am going to crash now and check my e-mails when I wake up. I’m not sure what to do next.