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“Bill is friendly. Don’t build on Bill. Bill is a mountain. Billy the Mountain.”

bb:

Thanks Hucka D. I obviously have many questions. How many can you answer?

Hucka D.:

Bill is a psychic entity as you’ve guessed. Knows your photos (smiles). Wanted to let you know he was there… in the woods. But also that he is psychic. It is a he.

bb:

Obviously… well not obviously I suppose, but perhaps we can run to Bill if something dreadful happens in the world. A catastrophe.

Hucka D.:

Attempt to communicate with Bill at the pine trees… get a name for the place. Bill turned over the rock, true, but that’s another photo you took[ and then discarded].

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Hucka D.:

You’re not going to be able to figure out Bill[ right now]. Just don’t build a type of Billfork, a type of Lion’s Roar, on his mountain. He’s doing the same.

bb:

Anything else?

Hucka D.:

You can ask more questions if you like. Not often you make contact like this.

bb:

How old is Bill?

Hucka D.:

Old as the hills. What did you want me to say? (smiles again)

bb:

What’s your involvement with Bill?

Hucka D.:

Intermediary.

bb:

Does Bill have a computer?

Hucka D.:

No. But he wants one.

bb:

Is Bill just me in the future? Giving myself messages?

Hucka D.:

Not really, no.

bb:

Did Bill actually come from Wiltshire, since I’ve just yesterday or so decided I am A. Marlborough Mann?

Hucka D.:

That could play a part.

bb:

I mean, is this a creature or whatever from Savernake Forest, say?

Hucka D.:

Not really. Give credit to the area you live in.

bb:

This is a *response* to Wiltshire.

Hucka D.:

Yes. In a way. Little Witshire[ out there on the side of Bill Mountain].

bb:

Should I attempt to communicate with Bill? Perhaps through Tiny Wiltshire?

Hucka D.:

Tiny… better. Go back to Tiny Wiltshire. *Don’t* disturb anything else there. Think of a reply. Look at the photos you have.

bb:

Thanks!

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Hucka D.:

Don’t build on his mountain. He is paranoid. He has been hurt. He has abilities. Rocks.