A Divine Assistant appears out of thin air at a Harrisburg, PA sports bar in 2004 and without ever saying a word - although there was a lot of chuckling - gets me to spill the beans!

A flat tire while traveling north on I 81 required an overnight stay in Harrisburg, PA. And as luck would have it a sports pub was just across the parking lot from the motel. How convenient!  In no time I had bellied up for a pint at the large square bar and was thinking about how sparsely populated the place was when suddenly I noticed that a woman was now sitting right next to me.  Never even noticed her approach. Jeans, high leather boots, black knit sweater ...

“Hi!" I said casually, expecting nothing more than perhaps a friendly acknowledgment when instead I noticed that she was looking forward while I was talking and nodding “yes” slowly and chuckling to herself in a strikingly bemused way. It was her … one of those Assistants again but not just any Assistant – this one was different!

I immediately knew what was up!

It was up to me now to take advantage of this Divinely ordained opportunity and get some long suppressed information … all of it of Divine importance of course … finally out into the open. Where it all belonged. The game was on!

  But first things first.

“I mean” I said slowly, “I mean what I really meant to say was

“OH BOY, OH BOY, OH BOY …”

And I did this with perfect cadence, I might add, and with just the right amount of salacious intent. This produced an even more joyous response of nodding, chuckling, and grinning. But this show of enthusiasm, I would eventually find out, was just a ruse.

So for the next several minutes we discussed really important stuff like how much weight did she think the chandeliers in her apartment could actually take and jeez wouldn't a personal tour of her car's backseat be the more regal approach.  And knowing myself as I do I finally blurted out ...

“And look - let's go now before I screw it up somehow. Before I say or do something really dumb and screw it up. Mark my words. We should go now.”

But with a devilish grin and a shaking of the head she made it very clear that an early departure was absolutely out of the question.  And that, besides  –  the 'game was on' thing  –  it hadn't even started yet. You know, the important stuff.  Her look conveyed everything.

As a matter of fact  –  come to think of it - she never even uttered a single word the entire time.

BECAUSE SHE NEVER EVEN HAD TO.

THESE ASSISTANTS ARE LIKE THAT!

So it was time to talk turkey.

“So get this,” I said, “I have had some interesting past lives.”

I then just blurted out a few of their names and she just nodded the whole time while giggling in agreement. And then I added, after a long sip of beer, and with a strong dose of righteous indignation ...

“I'M NOW DIGGING DITCHES !!”

An animated reference to the fact that my life was now pinned down.  And I mean  'pinned down!'  Forced - because of the fact that all of the spiritually interesting stuff that was going on in my life was purposefully being concealed and hidden from the masses - to having to do horseshit jobs for horseshit people and an assortment of demonic horseshit miscreants and an endless assortment of various twits and subterfuge minded - let's call it what it really is - 'trash'.  And yes, occasionally, believe it or not,  'legion' itself!

And all of it  'TRUMAN SHOW'D'.  And all the while all of the subterfuge city stuff is - for some reason - govt protected.  All of it!  Which is the exact opposite,  btw, of what should be true …

But to my utter surprise and amazement … her response was yet even more grinning and nodding and chuckling.  I was expecting some sympathy; but she was downright ebullient!

“Oh is that everybody's favorite part?" I asked sarcastically.

But I already knew that it was. Because you see these 'assistants' all know exactly what my predicament is and, I'll be dammed,  are getting the biggest kick out of it.  Whilst I suffer … like one of those early astronauts that had to ride those centrifuge machines just to see what the limits of human endurance …

“Yes it is!” I quipped, answering my own question in a low admonishing tone intentionally designed to remind her that everybody's so-called favorite part, while providing everyone else with a free and convenient source of gleefulness,

WAS DRIVING ME BANANAS!

Yet still not a hint of sympathy could be detected - she was instead

NOW EMOTING PURE JOY!

“And get this” I said, “there are people out there right now who know that all this past life stuff is true and that all of the scintillating religious stuff is too  AND that they could easily confirm it all and then investors of all kinds from all over the world would want to invest immediately in my upcoming writings of Divine, and yes apocalyptic, importance. And that would be just enough to free me up … from being pinned down (like I said) … in horseshit!”

“AND THEN I COULD ACCOMPLISH MY DIVINELY ASSIGNED TASK !”

(Divine renderings will be forthcoming for sure!)

“And these investments would be sound to be sure,"  I continued, “but these people just aren't getting the word out.  In fact,  everything is being intentionally suppressed.  It is purposefully being kept a secret (which they usually don't know how to do)."

"Yes, everything is being intentionally suppressed. But why I cannot say. Unless it really is just to test the centrifuge limits … as if a slow …

TURNING OF THE SCREW!

The official title of my predicament had now been formally expressed.

“So here's what I'm going to do," I said. I was suddenly recalled to life, because it was at this very moment that I figured out what my strategy would be.

“The game really is called 'THE TURNING OF THE SCREW',

BUT I CAN PLAY IT TOO!

I'll explain. Everybody realizes that everybody else whose been around over the years is NOW ALSO out there walking about somewhere in a new human lifetime just like I am. And so they are going to be curious about who's who and who's where right now etc etc. And they're just going to have to know!

THEY'LL JUST HAVE TO !!!

Now - I know nothing about where everybody is now in terms of their current human lives. But I'm not going to tell them that part. Instead I'm going say that I do. But then I'm not going to say a word. I'll blab nothing!

AND THIS WILL DRIVE EVERYBODY COMPLETELY UNSOUND !

(they're all border-line anyway)

And it will continue to get worse over time. And worse and worse and worse.  The game is called ...

THE TURNING OF THE SCREW!

They can play the game … and I can play the game”, I said, 

"ONLY I CAN PLAY IT BETTER!”

I paused for a beer timeout.  And then … “Allright enough about that,"  I said, "now back to the other stuff!”

This remark produced an audible laugh. The 'game is on' part – the important stuff - had been deftly and successfully dealt with. We could now finally get back to ...  But then suddenly ...

“Whoops!" I said out loud, “I think I just drooled some beer.

PLEASE SAY YOU DID NOT SEE THAT.

Because that could have just wrecked everything! Because drooling might be a rule.”

But it was too late. She was already grinning and nodding and chuckling again!

“I just blew it didn't I?"  I said.

She could not tell a lie (for some reason) and chuckled in the affirmative.

“Damn it! “, I said, “I told you I'd screw it up! We should have left earlier like I said. Because I knew that it was just a matter of time ...”

“Look,” I was dancing for time now, “OK to hell with the chandelier's ....”

But who was I trying to kid? I drooled. She saw it. It was over.

DROOLING MUST BE A RULE.

She politely scrambled and still without ever having said a single word. I left then too,  after first finishing my beer.

I should have asked her before she left where those two cigarettes came from back in '95. During “The Peninsula Campaign Story”. During the 'SIGNIFICANT EVENT'. The one's that just mysteriously 'appeared'. Please thank that person. They were delicious!

This whole thing sort of reminded me of that rock song where the lead half way thru is just a single note played over and over again but you'd think that you were hearing every note that there ever was because it was being done so well. In like manner this Assistant never said a damn word the entire time. She just chuckled and nodded for the entire forty or so minutes but in hindsight I realize that she had concocted the entire conversation herself and had even mastered the art of 'drooling at a distance' just for comic effect.