After studying fatal airline crashes for a considerable amount of years I cannot help but notice numbers that keep re-occurring. The following are some such examples:
1.) September 23, 1983 - Gulf Air A320 #Flight 771 en route to Karachi from Abu Dhabi crashed into the desert near
Mina-Jebel Ali in the United Arab Emirates after distress message - 117 passengers/no
survivors
2.) June 23, 1985 - Air India 747 #Flight 182 crashed in the Atlantic Ocean after running out of fuel south of Ireland-
320 passengers - no survivors
3.) November 23, 1996 - An Ethiopian Airlines Boeing 7626ER #Flight 961 hijacked en route from Addis Abba to Nairobi
crashes into sea after running out of fuel - 173 passengers, 123 killed
4.) August 23, 2000 - Gulf Airbus 320 #Flight GFO72 from Cairo crashes as it comes in to land in Bahrain, 143
passengers, no survivors
5.) April 19, 2000 - An Air Philippines Boeing 737-200 Flight #541 from Manila to Davao crashes on approach to
landing 131 passengers, no survivors
6.) January 30. 2000 - Kenya Airways A -310 #Flight 431 crashes in the Atlantic Ocean shortly after take-off from
Abidjan, Ivory Coast, en route for Lagos, Nigeria - 179 passengers, 10 survivors
7.) December 23, 2002 - An Antonov 140 commuter plane carrying aerospace experts crashes in central Iran -
46 passengers/no survivors
8.) February 19, 2003 - An Iranian military transport aircraft crashes in the south of Iran - 276 passenger/no survivors
9.) September 5, 2005 - A Mandala Airlines Flight # B732 (23 in reverse with possibly the word Mandala equating)
Indonesian city of Medan -117 passengers/no survivors
10.) August 23, 2005 - A Tans Airline Boeing 737-200 Flight #204 crashes on an internal flight in Peru, near city of
Pucallpa - 98 passengers/58 survivors
11.) July 17, 2007 - A TAM Airlines jet Flight #3054 crashes on landing at Congohas airport in San Paulo, Brazil,
causing a major fire - 186 passengers/no survivors
The re-occurring numbers 19, 23, 54, 43, 89(98), 17 are just a few in which I will find patterns with in other areas of research as well. At the expressed point of not reachng for threads, I would also like to note that 23 could be used for the number 11 in military time. And Number 9 - February 19 (1954) is my birthday - and, 1943 is the year Tom was born.
On Easter of 1996, we moved around the corner from Nicodimou to Agia Sotira. One street behind us now was where Tom was born. A few weeks before our dentist, a friend Tom had known since childhood, like my girlfriend's husband who was to fly on TWA Flight 800 in the next four months this being now April of 1996. They were children all in the same neighborhood within 6 blocks of each other. Having separated through the years only to be re-acquainted by the present circumstances.... Our dentist called Tom in February of this year, two months earlier and asked him if he knew anyone who would like to live in his apartment where his mother, who had recently passed away, had lived. Tom explained we were thinking of moving and that we would take it....our dentist being very pleased he would have people he could especially count on. It would be much warmer than the old flat and in better condition as the repairs there were not balancing with the raise in rent.
It was Easter holiday that we chose to move because the place was empty everyone having left for three days and I could just walk comfortably back and forth without dodging cars and only an occasional "scooter" passing by. So on Easter morning I slowly began to move....mostly clothing. We have very little furniture...only the essentials. A bed...refrigerator...two large wicker chairs, and an old sewing machine from Tommy's mother as she was a seamtress which is where Tom learned everything from.....It used to take her four to six months to make a wedding gown...He would say, "How do you expect to make any money like this.....?" She would just smile and keep sewing...Everyone they knew came to her to make their wedding dresses. She passed away in 1983 at the age of 80....some books, a radio, a small portable television, some plates, a few glasses, some culinary items, a gas stove, 2 blankets,. sheets, pillows...my paintings and our 4 cats.. The rest was clothing spin-off...We never intended to settle in...when one has work that is of this nature whether painting, writing or making clothing....life's comforts are not necessarily at the forefront...only the basic necessities are useful as it leaves you with the time to create....eventually financial amenities give you the opportunity to branch out into thinking of your house in an established manner....but due to the "In-Sir-Gents" and their "Are-Can" domain (pariah) that had erupted more virulently with the onslaught of the Yugoslavian condition at this time...it was becoming very clear that there was no room for us here.
Moving the packages, there was this sonorous phonetic background voice every time I would open the door of the apartment we were moving from....as I would open the door to go onto the street I began to hear the "voice" wafting in the Spring wind....and looking up into the swirling leaves and bright robin's egg blue sky the "voice" would follow me all day long as I repeated this ten minute walk some sixty times to complete the moving process that morning. The "voice" at this time however was repeating in a binaural method two words...."και αλλο", "και αλλο", "και αλλο" in english meaning "and another", "and another", "and another"...... and an occasional incessant clapping of hands, allieviating schizophrenic apprehension of disclosure at my following their "voice".
It was a beautiful holiday morning, spring having arrived and the air so fresh and clean.. One of these crystal, pristine mornings where the sunlight reflecting ethereally from the marble on the Acropolis. One needs to understand howlight reflects. It permeates the matter of the object. no two things are reflected the same...light refelcting from a tree is light but very different from that of the light reflecting from the sea...and light refelcting from the Mediterranean is in itself very different from that of the Carribean The sea reflected in the Cyclades is very different from thhat of the Ionian. All being illuminated by light but representing it in different ways. The Acropolis is unto its own entity...with age and intelligence of design it defines itself with the sunlight. Emmiting light rays to the retina uniquely. If one is properly equipped it is almost a doorway through time...
Finishing my morning beverage I began the slow task of moving what could be carried. A small van would tkae the rest in the new week. It was 9:30 am and still cool..as I placed each article in our new abode it began to feel comfortable...I had painted the kitchen the week before which I enjoyed very much doing..and the two back rooms had a nice view of a garden which was also part of a school for theater students...and encompassed a small area for outdoor plays. The garden being so lovely and thick you could just hear the plays vaguely being recited the area really being more for the experience of the student in a theater atmosphere than a real ticket taking event...there were however placements for an audience up to 20 people.
The front two rooms of the apartment having a small balcony overlooking a small street with tavernas and cafes with tourists now enjoying their Easter excursions...having come from Italy, England and quite a few Japanese, as Greek Orthodox Easter is an interesting event for peoples of all continents. I opened the balcony windows and put a few plants and prepared the water dishes for the cats and put some fresh soap in the bathroom. By now it was 11:00 and as I was walking back and forth from the flats I heard a "voice". As I got to the bottom of the steps carrying a bag and opened the door I would hear a "voice" saying¨ "και αλλο", "και αλλο" , "Και αλλο", "και αλλο" -"and another", "and another", "and another".............................for five hours? never stopping? You figure it out...the phonetical characteristic of the voice was strange...which is why I picked it up...in Greek it is called "eripicos" meaning nasal....The new owner of the second floor of the building we were leaving was a lovely woman who was a painter and a friend of hers bought the first floor apartment which was originally occupied by my girlfriend who was on Flight 800. The new owner was a psychiatrist. He would make it into his office. Funny, I thought, as I had read somewhere that nasal sounds were found in schizophrenic indiviudals... funny but in no way a laughing matter.....By evening most of our things had been removed and placed in our new abode. I thought of spending the night there but I missed my cats and would begin to move them tomorrow.
The next day still so lovely...and quiet...just the birds and an occasional breeze moving the new leaves in the trees....a real pleasure as in the next two days all the chaos of city life would return. Beginning again at around 9:30 I began transferring my babies to their new home. The cats had never been outside and were quite comfortable in a flat atmosphere. They would look at birds from the balcony sometimes narrowing their eyes but not for long...and since we were still off the ground floor in our new location (the dentist's apartment being on the second floor) the cats could easily adapt..and we were somewhat allieviated from the problem of stray cats wandering into the house. They meowed and I spoke softly to comfort them and they dove into their food that was waiting for them in their new home and having eaten they began to walk around smelling their new environment...
This building was composed of four floors. There was a woman above us who was very kind. and was the one who collected the fares such as heating and the cleaning of the stairway in the building. She offered any help on any information we needed and made great coffee....I also borrowed a couple books from her, one especially prolific on life aftter death. The couple next door to us as the second floor was divided into two flats...not large but comfortable. they had originally owned the one we moved into but sold it to our dentist's father. this couple, elderly and his wife not well and later passed away the folowing year His son also a childhood friend of Tom's. They reminisced alot. The woman on the third floor was an actress who I was to meet this August one day at our friends living in the above apartment (the retiree) of our old apartment building . He is a painter and his grilfriend is a painter as well from New York city. They met in New York City at a gallery he had in the early '80's and decided to live here for awhile.
One day in the month following the TWA 800 accident, around August 3rd our friend who lived in the retiree were going to the beach and on their way they found four little kittens in a box in the heat in the garbage by the side of the road. This si standard proceedure for the "Are-Cans"....they use animals to "kivernoon" their "prey". And should an animal be ill they will continually zoom by on a motorbike or car when the animal begins to sleep to keep it in an "excited" state until it eventually dies. All the while watching the somatic functioning of the dying animal on their remote monitors - remote fMRI/ThruWallSensors (TWS) and finally laughing and cajoling at the moment of death outside the your window (I have sent my research to World Wildlife Foundation in Washington, D.C. in 2003.) So naturally seeing that they wanted to have a wonderful relaxing day at the beach they put the kittens to make them return home...They know of course they would never leave them there....and if they did...better success for their "conditioning" programme. They follow these people too but they are not aware of it. Picking it up from the hot sun and returning home they stopped by my house and called me from the street below the balcony....(we still had no cellphones...however the "Are-Cans" not only had them they had maneuvered their "militias" into suburban areas and city positioning to begin taking their "hostages' cybernetically. .So here...two weeks after the downing of TWA Flight 800...at 11:00 am, outside in the street below our balcony I heard my friends "whispering-shouting" for me....as we had yet to put our name on the doorbell and they weren't sure where we were in the building. I went to the balcony and said in surprise, "Hi!"..."What's up!?" happy to see them. Then I saw the box...and four adorable little meows....I said, "I'll be over in 15 minutes....we'll do something before it gets too hot!"...They said they would buy some baby food and whatever the vet would suggest. (It is also very interesting here to add...that I later found out through the internet as it would be five more years before I would get a computer...that the head of the Russian Intelligence Service in Athens was called Shvet...which can be "Sh-vet"....I thought it an interesting coincidence)
Tom called my girlfriend's husband. He was home and had no news And he had no news until she arrived in San Francisco..She had seen the news about the accident when she and her daughter arrived in Chicago for their connection. And she was horrified. She couldnot believe the plane they were on was now lying in pieces just off the coast of Long Island. She would call her husband when she arrived in San Francisco to stay with her father. They were both so terribly relieved. But not the FBI. It would be after she left for Hawaii with her daughter that they would come literally pounding on the door of a friend she was also staying at for a short time. Pounding so much so that her friend was afraid to open the door as she knew no one would ever knock like that. She even thought about calling the police before she opened the door. She politely gave them the address where my girlfriend and her daughter could be reached in Hawaii. They never contacted her there however
The "Stalkers" were ever at my heels. They were soupped up in a frenzy at the downing of TWA Flight 800. Any logical person would find the situation ridiculous. Any serious person would find it dangerous. And anyone familiar with the psychological functioning of the human mind would declare the permissibility of such actions paranoid schizophrenic. these "Stalers" were definitely now part of the anti-whatever brigade ....whoever thought differently than the psychotic ravings of their philosophy wouldnot be able to live in the face of enlightened opportunities...using all the technological advancements of the new millenium to constrain and control all over again....
I In the immediate aftermath of the downing of Flight 800 the "chatter" was not just excessive. It would be impossible for anyone not to hear it. And yet no one was helping? Why?..It became so unbearable (in the fact that it was there and people seemed immune to it) that I was left with no choice but go to the police. They had known me from the terrorist attack on our Jeep. I had the head of security's telephone number as he gave it to us and said if ever we needed anything to call. So, I did.
August the 15th is a big holiday in Greece. It is the holiday celebrating the Virgin Mary's birth. It had been almost a month since the TWA accident with Flight 800. Tom and I had work and never vacationed at this time waiting until September with the added advantage of the schools having begun for the new year and places were not so crowded. I usually had 3 or 4 friends who went away at this time and I would water their plants and feed their cats and dogs. One woman friend, who happened to be French from Paris had two small terriers and a beautiful long-haired cat, Chica and a garden to water. A friend of hers would also be away and he had quite a few plants on his veranda. Also my girlfriend, who now in Hawaii, had asked if I couldn't look after their plants on the balcony as her husband was so busy and her sister as well would be vacationing on Skopolos and had a few plants...and last but not least...the new edition of the four "meows" which required feeding sessions four to five times a day, their big black cat "Philosophos" and their lovely roof-top plants as they too would be away for two weeks on Patmos.
My schedule began about the 10th of August and everyone would be pretty much be back by the 20th. The screaming "τεσσερα γατες", "τεσσερα γατες", "τεσσερα γατες" was so unbelievable I began to be a little concerned about my friends homes. These people, whoever they were, would be everywhere.....When I would go into a friend's home they would be calling from across the street or walk underneath their windows only to disappear when I would finish feeding the cat and watering the plants and come out of the house and go to my car.
I called the security officer who occasionally saw Tom going to our office (which was Leoharus 8 and the police station is Leoharus 5) and he would stop and talk to say hello. I introduced myself as the one whose Jeep was involved in the terrorist attack on Ipitou...and he said hello and asked how we were and said how he saw Tom once in a while. I said fine but not really. I explained how some people were following me and he said Tom had mentioned this a while ago to him. (Later about 4 years on, Tom would explain to me that he and the security officer thought I was daft). I asked if he could help me. He said if the situation continued to call him again and we could go up to head security which was a little out of the center of Athens. I said thank you-I would do that.
I called him in three days. He said the same thing. I asked him if he could just stop by our house so I could talk to him, maybe it would show the "Stalkers" that the police were interested. I had gone to ask him a few questions one time when the "voices" had just begun....shortly after going to our lawyer. But it was hard to see him...he was very busy and lots of times he was not there being out on assignment. The lawyer was helpful. He was President of the Lawyers Union. Also a childhood friend of Tom's from Plaka. I went and asked him what he thought I should do with these people following me after the explosion involving our Jeep. He arranged all the paper work for Tommy requiring a warrant for those who were responsible for the explosion as well as the insurance statement for the government giving the recipients of such attacks the financial reparations they were entitiled to. The morning I visited him he was not yet busy and I sat for about 5 minutes. He explained that should such things happen eventually they disappear and not to worry or think about them. There was really very little else one could do and said to say hello to Tom...I said thank you. Unlike today when I visited the security officer...I just began to get the feeling while waiting at his office it was becoming like a bad television series with his assistants coming in and out asking what I wanted to see him for when he wasn't there and why I wanted to see him....I just didn't feel I could trust discussing the issue with so many people I didn't know, especially since they all had guns. I did say how he had explained he couldn't come by but if I insisted to call him again and he would arrange a time we could go up to the head security office together..I left and went to the Studio..I called him the next day and they said that he wasn't there....I called again in half an hour and they said he still wasn't there but should be back soon. I took the keys and my bag and decided to go myself. I locked the front door...looked at my watch..it was 12:30...I would have to hurry......