Personal Experience of "Mind Control"

[GentleReckoning]

I had been spending so much time on the internet, reading, digesting, meditating, that my wife was becoming even more distraught than usual.
She is, without doubt, a real "looker" but is one of the most negative beings (I'll come to the exception later), that I have ever encountered.
Perhaps it was a case of polar opposites being attracted to each other. Anyways we were different and we knew it. She would never admit to having made a mistake, or being wrong and would rather suppress the emotion than be seen as being 'weak'. It was like she had the sole intention of accumulating  'bad' karma. 
I was, in her eyes, evolving into Jack Nicholson in The Shining. "Here's johnny!" Page after page of meaningless drivel. Hours and hours of blank stares and strange behavior. Talk of aliens, conspiracies and other assorted tin foil hat nonsense. We grew apart at a rapid rate. Her drug was television, sleep and distraction. Mine was the new found ability to be an 'instrument'.

I had fallen in love with my car. It was nothing special, not new, not expensive and certainly not a classic, but  it had an important property.
It was a Faraday cage.
I could spend hours driving around my neighbourhood in absolute bliss. It was just me and my thoughts. Protected from all impostors, enclosed within an electromagnetic shield and able, at last to enjoy a fully private and secure space. I was Gary Numan and I was in my car.

Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live in cars.

Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days in cars.

 
It was a crisp autumn night and I headed out to the local store to grab some supplies. Penny Markt to be exact.
On the way home I felt an overwhelming presence, a voice, but more than that. It said "pay attention to the cars".
My interest was to say the least, piqued.
I passed a vehicle and noticed the number plate. 666.
Another car went by, also 666 on the plate.
The voice said  "make a right turn". I did so as I could get home either way.
Next car. 666.
Then the sensation of a spiritual presence grew.
I knew something was going to happen. Something of great significance. 
A further two cars passed me. Both licence plates 666. Then a feeling of trepidation as the next car approached. I glimpsed the plate once again but there was a difference. Suddenly my auric field became energized. My body lit up into a rainbow. My heart pounded. There was a glow within my heart chakra that I had never felt before. As that car passed it was as if time became dilated. Slow motion. Again, of course, 666.
I knew instantly that I had been visited by The Family.

To be continued.  

I'm finding most souls use the feminine expression to get into whatever they want to. Much greater chance to just explore reality by going to the logical conclusion of each energy/emotion/expression of connection/power/control etc.