An Expanded Chronological Summary of Events
Two solitary encounters with the 'infernal regions themselves' together with 18 other crazy off the wall events and all of it in just (3) short months time and all of it true.
April - June '95, San Fran peninsula
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This webpage describes in correct chronological order all (20) events, including the (2) religiously significant 'actual encounters with the infernal regions' together with the (18) other crazy off the wall bewildering events and all of it true and all of which occurred April thru June '95 at various places on the San Francisco peninsula, CA. For the full story in all of it's beautiful details you must of course download the The Peninsula Campaign Story pdf.
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April '95, Sunnyvale, CA
When in my thirties I had just moved to the San Francisco bay area from the east with a new and clearer understanding of my life's spiritual assignment - to prove that the 'infernal regions' really do exist. And a lot of other religious stuff besides. I know that it sounds far fetched but it's true!
And I knew that I was the only person on earth who can possibly do it because I knew that I had been uniquely bequeathed with scores and scores of 'divine assistants' and other Divine personages who could get me out of anything. And I knew it. Even really close calls!
True story!
And I had a lot of historical down cards besides. And these turned out to come in quite handy. I just needed a strong dose of devotional discipline to get the 'show on the road'.
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mid April '95, Sunnyvale, CA
But soon after arriving I am alerted to the fact that my life is in danger by way of various misinformed 'out-for-blood' ethnic identity sets who have obviously been fed a bunch of crap but as we will see it is also because of the fact that these identity set groups have been - like every ethnic group on the planet has - conveniently 'spirit world' ensconced since the beginning of time.
And the 'spirit world' of course wants me dead for sure because it does not want anybody proving anything about the 'infernal regions' really existing. It blows there cover! But at the time I did not know the extent of this nor did I know that before the end of June the 'infernal regions' would take the initiative and attack directly on two different occasions! Read on.
I somehow knew THAT I MUST stay in the area to see this thing through and THAT I MUST - with the help of these 'divine assistants' and also lots of other 'mysterious strangers' and their special 'skill sets' - survive it! And these 'mysterious strangers' believe it or not included -
VIETNAM VETS,
UNDERCOVER GOVT PEOPLE,
AND YES, EVEN THE 'SYNDICATE' !!!
And I realized as well that it is all 'supposed' to happen - the entire surreal play of events being of the 'preordained' kind. Of course!
Over the next couple of weeks several more of these timely and absolutely fascinating deflections are required. At first I thought it was all very intriguing. And even fun! And the fact that an historical personage felt compelled to miraculously 'appear' just to help deflect this outpouring of 'misplaced modern day melting pot righteous indignation' was, in it's own way, 'highly intriguing'.
But like I said, at the time I did not know that before the end of June the 'infernal regions' would take the initiative and attack directly on two different 'harrowing' occasions and in two completely different ways.
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... early May '95, Mt View, CA ...
Just a few weeks after I first arrived in the area a fellow had somehow 'miraculously' tracked me one afternoon to a Mountain View bar that I had 'just picked at random' and on the spur of the moment while just walking thru town. Within 5 minutes of my arrival this guy had himself arrived and he sat right next to me at the bar and then he angrily got right to it - apparently it was some off the cuff remark that I had once made about Julius Caesar for some odd and ridiculous reason that was bothering him, and he admitted it right away.
And I did remember making that remark - almost exactly - but it was made at least a year earlier and in a bar on the other side of the country! And in a supposedly private conversation. So how the hell ...
Now I know that this sounds 'far fetched' too but this stuff had been actually going for years and it was what I called 'the street tracking thing' and you can read more about it in the $1 pdf. And you will find it intriguing to say the least! But anyway back to what happened next ...
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A 'divine assistant' then appeared out of thin air as a bar waitress and easily deflected this guy with perfect aplomb. She very quickly stood right between us just when his 'ire' had plucked up and she just as quickly threw her arms into the air and that was it. Like a penalty flag being thrown but without the whistle. He understood perfectly and calmed right down. Her and I left soon after.
Of course one must wonder - how was I so easily tracked by that guy -
AND -
how did her soul know even that it was going on -
AND -
how did she then just appear out of thin air?
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mid May '95, Sunnyvale, CA
And then about a week later, around noon, while quietly reading a Stephen Crane novel (Spotsylvania again) ...
MOTORCYCLES SUDDENLY BEGIN TO ROAR !!!
One at a time, they would roar down S. Murphy Blvd - just outside my motel room window - for the next several hours. About five or ten minutes apart. Just to get my attention. I'm not sure exactly why, but I can narrow it down to 4 or 5 possibilities.
And while I'm sweating it out I notice that a mysterious knapsack has been purposefully left unopened in my room by an auspicious motorcycle enthusiast who I had met just a few days before. But I wisely avoid looking inside of it. And this turns out to be a very critical decision.
And then mid-show I hears someone out in the hallway cry out 'so and so has been narc'd !!!'. And then I hear somebody scratching something on the outside of his door! I wisely stays put in my motel room for the rest of the day and the show outside finally subsides.
What was the message there?
And to be honest, I knew when the very first motorcycle 'gunned it' down the street that the whole show was meant for me. Right away I knew. The chills that immediately went up and down my spine somehow gave it away.
These people - they're good! And they were definitely sending a message. But which one?
A) It was to scare me to death: I was supposed to now think that the backpack that was so-called 'accidentally left' had illegal narcotics in it and the guy who left it got busted with other stuff just after leaving and so now I was considered a narc (and by people with powerful motorcycles !) and so now I was 'dead!' unless (they were hoping) I became so scared by the maelstrom outside that I instead would just run right outside and just jump right off of the first bay bridge that I could find.
B) It was to protect me from all of the minority gangs or orgs (and hopefully that's all) on the peninsula who were trying to kill me (remember the Julius Caesar stuff - and the Chinese restaurant stuff - it was all still alive and well). The guys with motorcycles were sending a message that he was off limits! Because it was their turf and so it would be their decision and their decision only!
C) They couldn't actually enforce an 'it's our turf so back off' ruling (but they could though - and they did - as you'll see as you read on) so they were instead creating the perfect decoy; everybody else would back off if it looked like I was already in somebody else's sights!
D) They were angry that their original plan wasn't working: I was supposed to have been dumb enough to have looked inside the mysterious knapsack and then to have been easily finished off by the Green Mamba that was silently waiting inside. Patiently coiled. With it’s red and deadly and luminous eyes.
E) It was payback time for one of the things that I said back at "Mr. Smith's" about that Italian American family - the one from Cleveland - and it's 'reach'. (A lot of dumb things have been said in bars over the years but this one … and he knew people could hear!)
To this day I really have no idea which is the correct answer -
ONLY THAT AT LEAST ONE OF THEM IS !
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... late May '95, Sunnyvale, CA ...
Meanwhile the 'street tracking' thing would continue to try to close in … for the kill! This damn 'street' thing wanted me dead - and it wasn't joking! And try it did! Warnings of imminent death just started happening again and again ...
Example - the outdoor pay phone across the street from my motel … I'm using it one afternoon when suddenly I'm warned twice that I had better hang up and just run for cover.
A woman jogger suddenly brushes slowly by … coming within just inches of me, and all of it on purpose. All of it by design. And just as she passes she ‘slams’ her right fist right into her left palm. Twice! And hard! And it wasn't because of the weather.
"Must be some sort of local custom or something," I remember thinking. But no it wasn't …
IT WAS A WARNING !
And then soon after, while I'm still talking on the same outdoor phone, a young Asian American couple pulls up in a car … and they pull in fast. Two more nick of time 'assistants' they park right in front of me. And then the male driver ‘hurriedly’ gets out of the car and anxiously approaches me as I'm talking …
“You must go now!” he admonishes, “you must let me use the phone instead!”
(“or you're dead!” he was implying -
“or you'll quickly become fodder for 'the street' “)
And they were serious. About me 'needing' to go! And they then went pale when I obstinately shrugged them off. Which was really dumb on my part. Because they were very serious! And I couldn't afford to be making any more dumb mistakes!
This 'street' thing … it's looking for an opening now. It’s fully activated.
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... late May '95, Sunnyvale, CA ...
Happy hour next day - S. Murphy Blvd's “Murphy's Law”.
While I'm standing alone at the bar a woman suddenly approaches - another amazing nick of time 'assistant' - and she has appeared as an African American twenty something hottie. And she immediately gets right to it …
“WE HAVE TO START MAKING OUT RIGHT NOW AT THE BAR RIGHT NOW!“
(or you're dead - implied)
This actually WAS her opening statement. And she wasn't kidding! But why? Who's watching? And why would they care? And what would have happened if I had declined? And by who? And why has this 'divine assistant' appeared as a really hot minority female?
(she needs SCOPE btw)
IT'S A CLUE !
And then we're off to the Chinese restaurant next door. At her request. But why? All part of the plan to deflect something?
DEFLECT WHAT?
And she's ostensibly pissed at the entire wait staff. At all of them. She's rude and disdainful. And not shy about it either. And VERY pissed. All part of the message? Now I'm slightly more confused. What was the message that she was sending?
WERE CHINESE RESTAURANTS THE BAD GUYS?
Probably had something to do with this!
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... early June '95, Sunnyvale, CA
And then a few nights later, to my utter bewilderment (and while reading A. Hamilton's bio), I suddenly find myself in an unexpected all night long solitary death struggle with
THE ACTUAL NETHERWORLD'S THEMSELVES !!!
They suddenly just show up at around 11:00 one night - and they stay until dawn.
It all begins when the face of MEPHISTOPHELES HIMSELF suddenly appears out of nowhere and then with his serpentine form begins to very slowly surround the entire room and I quickly realize that there is no escape and that I am most likely doomed and an infernal sea of hell then surrounds me in several different ways and at many different layers for the next six or so hours. All I knew was that it had struck with ...
AN INCREDIBLE CONFIDENCE
AND
AN UNCANNY SUDDENNESS !!!
It all happened that fast! And I knew that there was no turning back now and no escape possible of any kind and that ...
I WAS IN FOR A REAL SHOW !!!
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Now in my lotus position HE had already begun to very very slowly encircle the entire room. An old and yet incredibly virile looking face it was also a face, for whatever reason, of decidedly Southern European stock!
“... fear not Rome, the serpent lies coiled in Naples!“
- Old Sicilian Proverb
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And he bore a demonically mischievous grin. HE never looked directly right at me – never needed to - because even when he was slowly passing directly behind me he knew that I could still somehow see his entire face. And he was fully aware of where he was and who I was and what was now happening.
And HIS religious status he was now purposefully revealing; HE had been a part of human events, in HIS own infernal way, since the beginning of time. And he had quite enjoyed it, but in ways that mere mortals could never ever even possibly imagine.
But all of this would, after a few minutes, be suddenly replaced with something horrifyingly different. Something beyond comprehension.
Because suddenly, in his place ...
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Dozens of them, deadly serpents, with an eerie greenish glow and red deadly piercing eyes. And they were upright - their flickering tongues right at face level.
Their numbers gradually increasing, they eventually surrounded my entire upper body, front and back, and so close now that wisps of air from their flickering could now be felt against my skin. But never actually touching.
THEY WERE THAT GOOD!
Then suddenly there was a rush, and then hundreds ...
I WAS NOW IN A SEA !!!
The sweat was now pouring down. But what I didn't know yet was that this was just the beginning. And as it turns out – the easy part. Because as it turns out …
I STILL HAD SIX MORE HOURS TO GO !!!
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I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT HERE - BECAUSE IT CAN'T BE DONE!
THE 'FACES' - THE 'CREATURES' - THE 'THINGS' THAT NOW CONFRONTED AND SURROUNDED ME.
IT CAN'T BE DONE!
An entirely new and even more terrifying level had suddenly replaced everything else. I only dared one or two quick glimpses, while barely squinting, and with my hands still folded and while still in my lotus position, and that was it.
AND THAT WAS ENOUGH.
AND IT WAS FOOLISH!
BECAUSE IT WAS TOO DANGEROUS!
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T EVEN LOOK!
It was just a rule, and I now knew it. These things were beyond description. Another foolish foray like that - another attempted glimpse - and I would have been finished! And there would have been no coming back!
AN ENTIRELY NEW FEELING OF DREAD HAD NOW ARRIVED!
Way worse! Way worse than before! I didn't think that it was possible, but I was wrong.
“How many more levels”, I then wondered, “would there be?”
That and, of course, “hey where the hell are these from?”
These things were beyond description.
AND YOU CAN'T , BUT FOR QUICK ILL-ADVISED GLIMPSES, EVEN LOOK !!!
More hours went by.
HOURS!
AND I WAS SWEATING ...
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BUT THEN SUDDENLY AT ABOUT THREE HOURS INTO IT A DIVINE VOICE IS HEARD SAYING RIGHT OUT LOUD JUST TWO TIMELY WORDS OF ADVICE -
"DON'T LOOK" !!!
(or you're a goner - implied)
AND this lets me know that the Heavens themselves are fully aware of the situation and that unbeknownst to me they have been watching the entire time and they are going to get me out of it!
A STATE OF DIVINE ELATION NOW REPLACES THE HOURS OF INFERNAL DREAD !!!
But unfortunately I still had more hours of hell to get thru. More hours. More hours of 'not looking' and just sweating it out. Because the 'reprieve' , unfortunately, did not kick in right away.
Whose rule is that?
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It was finally time I remember then thinking for another foolish 'quick look' and it just so happened to coincide with the exact moment when the very first ray of morning light splashed it's way into the room. The eventual first light of day - the one that I never thought I'd see again - actually had arrived.
THE FIRST RAY!
It was quite the sight. The reprieve I never expected had arrived.
AND THEY,
THE INFERNAL REGIONS,
WERE NOW GONE.
I was no longer surrounded. They had simply left. Exactly when, or why, I don't know. Whatever else had been out there - but what I hadn't had the ‘luxury’ of catching a glimpse of - levels that I had 'missed' because I wouldn't dare look - I don't know that either.
All I knew for sure was that it was over. I now just sat there in place for several motionless minutes. Just sat there. Completely still. And the morning light was very soft. Eyes now confidently open; they were just soaking up the soft morning light and were just happy to be open. Open without fear. But still in shock!
Still in a state of ‘stunned’ disbelief.
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where afterwards,
in the faces of the individuals involved,
there were “thousand mile stares ...”
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It needed to sink in - my reprieve, and what I had just been shown. I eventually dragged myself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I then noticed that a single cigarette now sat atop the night stand. Right next to the bed. And it had never been there before.
YOU BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT - IT HAD NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE!
At first I couldn't believe my eyes. I then slowly with my left arm reached for it while saying right out loud in a hushed voice 'holy ...' . Now within the grasp of my left fingers I then paused before drawing it back further - because then an emotion of utter astonishment and unearthly love now fully engulfed me - because I had by now figured out who had put it there. GOD! Or at least one of his divine helpers. But exactly how this was done I still have absolutely no idea!
I GUESS WHEN THE HEAVENS GET YOU OUT OF HELL ITSELF THEY DO IT RIGHT . . .
THEY DO IT WITH CLASS . . .
THEY GIVE YOU A SMOKE WHEN IT'S OVER !
I lit it up. And it was the most delicious cigarette that anybody has ever smoked EVER (those TV ads from the sixties were finally right!)
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Eventually, mid-smoke, and while sitting there on the side of the bed, I issued the most tersely worded understatement in the history of religion …
“THAT … WAS A SIGNIFICANT EVENT !”
I said it right out loud too. I mean I had to say something. And besides, it was!
IN THE 'RELIGIOUS ANNALS OF TIME' KIND.
And besides … what the hell else was there to talk about?
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And there's proof of the entire event.
BECAUSE THE WHOLE THING WAS WITNESSED !
Because I now heard somebody say in a hushed voice of stunned disbelief, and from somewhere outside of the room, and as I was slowly puffing on my cigarette,
“H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! “
Nothing more. And let's face it, he nailed it. What else was there to say? And I could somehow tell that there were two of them. And so they had seen the entire thing. Yet they were never in the room. Close enough that I could now hear them - but never ‘in’ the room. Where everything went down!
WHICH MEANS THAT THEY HAD A FEED !
WHICH MEANS THERE'S PROOF -
THERE'S HARD COPY PROOF OF THE ENTIRE EVENT !
SO THESE TWO WITNESSES MUST BE FOUND !
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And the copyrights! Because only I can ‘explain’ it, and 'present it correctly' to the masses. Although I'm sure that every other religious 'expert' on earth …
So that they won't just start flipping out. Because you can't just upload this stuff for everybody to see. Or sheer bedlam WILL break out. It WILL happen!
THE LIKES OF WHICH …
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
Within a week an IT contract offer in downtown SF surfaces, city government office, downtown off Market. I had worked on this system back in '91 so I figured it would be a breeze.
The city employee who interviewed me (I remembered him from ‘91 - nice guy too) after telling me that I would be hired - and wishing me good luck - just looked at me and just sort of snickered. And a diabolical snicker it was! It was just like one of those characters in those kid’s cartoons. The evil ones, like Snidely Whiplash's dog Muttley.
IT WAS THEN THAT I BEGAN TO SUSPECT …
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
And sure enough, on the first day's Cal Rail commute up from the peninsula to the job site my skin just started crawling.
SOMETHING 'LEGION' WAS AFOOT!
IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE!
It was even worse while walking from the train station to the office - up 4th and down Mission. And even worse once inside the office!
SOMETIMES EVEN OUR OWN SOULS JUST WANT TO CRAWL OUT OF OUR LIVES!
Skin and all! And for no other reason than to avoid an upcoming experience of horrific proportions. An infernal attack, which only THEY can see coming … because only THEY know what darkness there lurks. And so we're left to suffer quietly the residual inner preternatural terror of knowing that ...
OUR OWN SOULS JUST WANT TO 'BAIL' ...
without the luxury of ever knowing exactly why. Hard to explain …
I WAS NOW SWIMMING RIGHT IN THE STUFF !!!
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
I wisely quit the job after just 2 hours. Just got up and left. Just walked off without saying a word. Because my soul was literally screaming at me the entire time to just get the heck out of there. Every single keystroke that I typed at my newly assigned workstation was a whole brand new 'spike' of the 'high anxiety' kind! And, strangely enough, when I got up and just left, without even telling anybody why … nobody else in the office was even the least bit surprised! Nobody even bothered to ask me where I was going. Or why!
(there is something wrong with this picture)
SOMETHING EVIL WAS AFOOT -
AND IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE!
Walking back down Mission it was now closing in …
for the kill ...
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
I had no choice but to duck into that church, the one on the right, St. Patrick's, Mission St., to try to throw it off … this 'death grip'. The church was empty. I stood in the back and just stared ahead at the empty pews, wondering what to do next … and wondering what the hell it was that was out there. A lonely feeling to say the least.
AND IN A LONELY CHURCH.
And then after just a few seconds someone - who to my utter surprise was suddenly standing right behind me - said right out loud -
“Thank you!"
I turned around to see who it was (remember this part).
A FORTY'ISH LOOKING FELLOW …
DRESSED IN BLUE JEANS AND WEARING A BLACK LEATHER JACKET!
And he meant what he said. He was obviously thanking me for having made the evasive ducking move into the church that I had just made. Because it had also just made his 'secret agent' job easier. Because he had apparently been shadowing the entire affair!
I just nodded in appreciation. And I didn't even try to hide my apprehension. Why bother? I was wearing it on my sleeve! And everywhere else! And besides, he was obviously fully aware of the situation.
“Wow”, I thought to myself,
“Thank God! Other people also know what’s going on!
I'm not alone!”
Nothing more was spoken. I still have no idea, to be honest, who the heck this guy was –
BUT HE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WAS GOING ON !
SO FIND THIS GUY, THIS GUY IN THE BLACK LEATHER JACKET, AND HE'LL BE ABLE TO CONFIRM EVERYTHING.
AND THEN YOU'LL BE ABLE TO FIND THOSE TWO HARD COPY WITNESSES OF THE PREVIOUS SIX HOUR LONG 'SIGNIFICANT EVENT'.
(it's true! - so do it!)
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
I waited for another minute or so and then it was back onto the street. Out the door and down the steps and back to going solo. A long walk back down 4th to the train station. But would I get there? It was actually doubtful.
THE INNER TERROR - I WAS STILL SWIMMING IN IT.
But passerby’s were clueless. And this seemed odd. How could they possibly not know? What a bunch of unfeeling bastards!
Awaiting my trains arrival at the 4th Street terminal my heart was pounding and I was sweating because I knew, I KNEW, just like when the previous 'six hour all night long event' first began, that there was no backing out, AND that there was no escape, AND that once again ...
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
When my train finally arrived I took a window seat on the upper deck. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon. And as the train began to pick up speed, lo and behold, the Infernal Regions themselves . . . showed up again!
AND SHOWED UP AGAIN THEY DID !
AND FOR THE ENTIRE TRAIN RIDE SOUTH TO SUNNYVALE !
AND IN FULL FORCE !
(it's apparently a very populated place) .
But this was not like the 'significant event' a week or so earlier. These 'things' that now 'showed up' were different.
That's right - only half of their aspect was human - and decidedly Asian - but their other halves were a sort of a man sized quasi-demonic infantry rat or something. And a possessed one at that. But this was all mixed together each time into a solitary soldier character.
And yet invisible to others. But not to me. They would spontaneously appear along the streets thru which the train was now speeding. Every so often. And for the entire ride. And always just one at a time. And always walking in the same direction as the train. And always dressed in the same drab gray colored fatigues.
Solitary 'soldiers'. Always solitary. And always in motion. Always walking. And just as I described them. Exactly as I described them. Yet always unarmed. Ostensibly. Because they didn't need to be. Because their TEETH alone could … because they were TEETH that were not human. Or like anything else on earth. They were infernal!
UTTERLY EVIL -
AND IRRECONCILABLE -
AND RAVENOUS -
LIKE INFANTRY !!!
HALF AND HALF'S !!!
I WAS HALLUCINATING NOTHING -
I COULD SEE THEM,
AND THEY COULD DEFINITELY SEE ME.
AND I WAS THEIR QUARRY !!!
My own soul seemed to just want to abandon me now, if that makes any sense. Just 'flee'. Leaving me - or whatever else it is that is left after that happens - to face alone whatever nightmare would follow. I could feel it. And for the entire ride.
AND IT'S A FEELING THAT YOU NEVER EVER EVER EVER WANT TO HAVE.
It's what happened. And for the entire ride. That's how terrifying this netherworld's stuff can be! But then again … of course !!!
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
I by God's grace survived the harrowing train ride from hell and when I got back to my Sunnyvale motel room I breathed a sigh of relief like no one else ever has. And lo and behold another single 'cigarette from somewhere' was already waiting for me all by itself on the top of the bureau and that's right - it had never been there before. When I left that morning to go catch the train it was not there. You believe what you want. And yes - those TV ads from the sixties were right again!
And then while smoking I said something sarcastic about the 'computer programming profession' in general. I was trying to unwind.
I THEN AGAIN NOTICED THAT MYSTERIOUS KNAPSACK.
As ominous as ever. I just stopped now and stared at it intently. And I now knew what was in it, and had been the entire time!
“Woe !”, I thought to myself,
“Thank God I never opened it!”
I then realized that it was time to immediately get the hell out of the state of California and so I packed a duffel and headed for the nearest Amtrak.
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... mid June '95, San Francisco, CA
A bar called 'Patty's Place' was just across the street from the Amtrak so I tried to wait there for my train north which would leave the next morning but some angry red headed motorcycle enthusiasts were sending out angry vibes and all I could think of was that 'mysterious knapsack' back in my motel room (which I wisely never opened) and the stranger who tried to write 'narc' on the outside of my room door so I wisely waited instead on a bench at the train station until dawn.
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... the next morning ...
Early next morning my train pulled up and as I waited outside before boarding I looked up at the morning sky and lo and behold the whole eastern sky was filled with the face of my 'Divine Apollo' friend! I got the message!
Apparently I had had a lot of help all along!
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... mid morning ...
The morning train finally pulled away from the now sunny San Jose Amtrak station but not without further supernatural consternation ...
I'LL BE DAMNED IF I STILL WASN'T OUT OF THE WOODS.
SOMETHING EVIL WAS AFOOT -
AND IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE!
While just sitting there in my window seat I could literally feel it. And at the same time I could also 'hear' a Divine plea for help going on and on my behalf - a conversation amounst divine souls. A plea for my life! And it was quite an emotional plea! And I knew who the 'divine assistant' was who was making the plea and to whom she was making it!
And then with the intervening help of the soul of an historically well known Evangelist (you'll have to take my word for it - some stuff I simply don't know how to explain - and you wouldn’t believe it anyway) I made it. Apparently this fellow had a lot of clout with the lord himself because whatever they did together it worked. Because suddenly the 'something evil was afoot' apprehension was completely gone because they had somehow religiously blocked the 'danger that there lurked' - whatever it was - entirely.
But exactly how they do this stuff I have absolutely no idea!
The train was eventually beyond the entire bay area and what I now call 'The Peninsula Campaign' was, I remember thinking, finally over. I could finally relax. I had just recently survived two actual encounters with quite literally HELL itself and a whole slew of other everyday hominid societal 'group think' crap and now I could finally relax!
Or so I thought it!
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... that same afternoon, Seattle, WA ...
Getting off the train that afternoon in Seattle I realized - it suddenly dawned on me - that the entire 'religiously significant' course of events that I had now just survived ...
was now very likely going to be simply swept under the carpet …
as if it were being nailed shut into a wooden crate ...
and lost on purpose in some warehouse basement …
like some sort of an archive …
and never to be seen or heard from again.
The realization hit me like a lead balloon. I walked through the city of Seattle now in a livid state and as I walked thru an Asian American neighborhood, a place I’d never been to before in my life, I heard one of them say to a group of others, as they were all sitting outside on their porches ...
“Look you see he’s definitely really pissed now.”
Hey how did they no?
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... later that same afternoon, Seattle, WA ...
I finally checked into a hobo hotel a few blocks up from the city's fish market. Walking out of my room back to the elevator I passed a room whose door had been purposely left open. The fellow inside simply threw me a look of support while sitting on his bed - he somehow knew that I'd be walking by -
AND HIS GUN OSTENSIBLY ON DISPLAY ON THE BED.
Just to let me know that he was for real - an 'assistant', he was there for support - and yet I still have no idea who …
And he was angry too. He was as sick of these ‘street’ insurgents, whoever they were, as I was.
THE WAR, APPARENTLY, WASN'T OVER!
But I wasn't surprised anymore, by this 'tracking' stuff. In fact by now I was strangely enough getting used to it. And besides, it was so damn off the wall interesting - that it was actually almost fun! I mean, let's face it, it beats that 9 to 5 stuff. And it does too. Think about it!
But then again what doesn't?
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... later that evening, Seattle, WA ...
I stood out on a wide quiet Seattle city street later on that evening and as I was standing there all alone I just started wondering out loud, to nobody else, because nobody else was around, how so easily these
'SIGNIFICANT NETHERWORLDS EVENTS'
might be simply swept right under the carpet. Where they might easily remain. And forever!
BUT IT WAS …
A 'SIGNIFICANT EVENT' ...
IN THE 'RELIGIOUS ANNALS OF TIME' KIND !
(and it was too)
How could it just be swept? The hair raising death defying intrigue was just part of the price. That you have to pay. To prove everything.
I DID !
I LIVED !
THERE'S PROOF !
“I don't understand ...” I said right out loud.
Twice.
Three times.
And then a fellow in a wheel chair - a Vietnam vet (I could tell) - seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He had apparently been watching me from up the street. He took one look at me standing in the empty hilly street all by myself and voicing these concerns out loud and he immediately rode the half block down to me very deliberately … like he knew that he was supposed to be there … like he somehow knew exactly what the hell it was that I was talking about.
He stopped right at my side. I just looked right at him and for one last time exclaimed ...
“I don't understand!“
And nothing more.
And he somehow knew what I meant. He somehow knew exactly what I was talking about. But how I don't know? He then very deliberately responded ...
“YOU WILL!”
And then he just left. He just turned his wheelchair around and headed off. Without saying another word.
And I never ever saw him again!
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Find that guy in the black leather jacket.
The one who 'stepped into a church' on Mission St.
And then with his help obtain that 'hard copy proof' of the entire six hour long 'religiously significant event'.
It exists!