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I continued to receive unusual calls on my apartment telephone after Thanksgiving 1995. Initially there was this theoretical guy calling himself a gay guy. I told him not to call me anymore. Then immediately following his phone call, the phone rang, I said, "Hello?" "Click!" I got wise and thought it might be Jeanine, still, and I figured she'd call me back after her first call. I answered the phone, "Hello?" "Jeanine??" "Click!" There were a few of these type of phone calls, kind of like she was saying like Alanis Morissette, "Here can you handle this?" {then silence} "Did you think about your bills, your ex, or when you think you're gonna' die???"
"At The Time.......!!??!?.....It Did Not Occur To Me That I Maybe Was Being Wire-Tapped.??"
"I Thought I Heard A Clicking, As If A Wire-Tapper Had Clicked-OFF His End Of The Connection.......BUT??"
I thought he might be a wire-tap agent trying to block-me from detecting Jeanine's calls.
"THAT!.......Would Proove that Jeanine was still conscious, and had called.!!!!!"
"men.........IN-THE-LONG-BLACK-COATS.....???!!##!"
I chalked the sidewalks again, this time one football field. Tori Amos had a most operatic song out called, "Caught a light sneeze..." from the BOYS FOR PELE album. Pele was the goddess in Hawaiian native religion that guarded the volcanic firewalkers from being burned by the lava. The lyrics went, "Boooyyys to the left of me, boooyyyss to the right of me, booooyyyysss in the middle, and you're not here. Didn't know you weeerrreee, soooo numb. Couldn't believe our love waasss ssooooo smaaaalll, couldn't stand it and, Mr. Saint John...Just bring your Son. Riiiight on time, you get clooosssseeerrrr and cloosseeerrr. Calll my name. Where's your wife and kids today? Maybe she will, maybe she? Caught a light sneeze, caught a light breeze, Made my pretty Hate Machine, Booooyyys to the left of me, Boooyyys to the right of me, Boys with her, and you're not heah?? Mr. Saint John, Just bring your Son." Does this remind anyone of the scene in Barâ-t in Joe Hart's Tavern where she taps me on the shoulder and there were two boys to the left of her and two boys to the right of her when she was shaking her finger in my face??? Or 1995, when she had boyfriends living on either side of her apartment in the middle with them all playing chess and preparing to go with her to the Honey White concert??? She was stomping around in a white cocktail dress and highschool gymclass panty hose. Saint John is the author of Revelations in the Bible. Mr. Saint John is God. Tori Amos is on the cover, holding a shotgun, with a couple of snakes on the floor below her muddy, dirty legs, and a big turkey hung by the neck over her rocker:
"JUST BRING YOUR SON."
"GOD."
"SOMETIMES YA' JUST DON'T COME THROUGH?"
"CAUGHT A LITE SNEEZE."
It has come to me that Tori Amos and Jimmy Page, the lead guitar master of Led Zeppelin, were a son and daughter of King Arthur and Queen Cynwise {See my King Arthur I., II., and III. papers...}, and were married during the times of Arthur. Jimmy's biggest guitar lick was the beginning lick to Heartbreaker; "Hey, fellahs, have ya' heard the news, ya' know Annie's back in town...Won't take long just to watch and see how the fellahs lay their money down, The start is new, but the pays the same, won't too long ago, Summer eyes, a different smile, Take it from someone who knoooowwwssss!!!"
It is also coming to me that Tori and I have had discussions and apparently sex on another plane where I am not really myself. I have a Jupiter/Mercury conjunction in the first decan of Taurus. It gives me an expansive Jupiterian mind and along with my Moon square Uranus, which astrologically is the most prominent sign of genius, and my Arthurian heritage with Christ as my grandfather, makes me a very good candidate for being the authentic Millennium Jupiter. Tori does a song to me off this album called hey Jupiter. I hope Jimmy's not jealous!!!
These strange phone calls persisted until I started working on her. I asked her in May if she would speak up and talk to me. I heard a female voice very dimly coming from the other end, but couldn't make it out and told her I can’t hear you. She hung up. The strange phone calls continued.
Then in June, a Walter Cronkite special saying goodbye to Walter came on Thursday. I figured, if she was a journalist, she would want to watch it, and maybe with me.
At 5:30 PM Thursday night the phone rang. I asked her if she wanted to watch the Walter Cronkite special with me. I could hear a female voice, sort of, on the other
I began to watch the Walter Cronkite special alone, but figured she was watching at her apartment.
Walter came on, but I got the distinctive impression that I would, with my mind's eye, see her seated cross-legged in front of her TV. I thought I could see her crying. Walter seemed to sense this too. He suddenly became absolutely silent for approximately 13 seconds, just staring at the foreground in extreme dejection.
I continued to focus on the possible Jeanine. She appeared to stop crying when she suddenly noticed Walter had been silent too long. She noticed that it may have been possible that he heard her cry psychically. I know this gets weird, but it will make some sense later with Dave Matthews and his 1997 release Crash Into Me. I continued to watch the special. I noticed that it left out the best of Walter Cronkite during the sixties and seemed to totally avoid the sixties. I didn't like that done by the editor of CBS news. It wasn't even worth having Jeanine come over for. I went to bed.
The 4th of July was coming up in a week. I continued to watch CNN Headline News like I thought she was.
Three or four days before the computerized fireworks display out at Warner Park here in Madison, I was up in my apartment smoking, and thought I was still in psychic contact with Jeanine. I saw her, in my mind's eye, stomping down Johnson Street towards my apartment to take me to the fireworks. She was angry.
When she theoretically reached an apartment complex called the Hamilton, magic fireworks from out of nowhere, lit by no one, started going off like crazy out in front of the building, led her around the back alley behind my apartment, and up to my window. I saw them coming in my window through the trees.
I was scared and thought I was going to be burned to death by God.
Suddenly, just as they are coming in through the window, some bursting light, others just exploding with no light, I hear a female voice where in my mind's eye she should have stomped to. A chronic-female voice says, "Ohh!&%$#! It's you!#&*%#!" I say, "Yooouuuu theeeerrrrreeee?????????!!!?"
"ILÂHA-T!!!!"
No one answers and no one comes up. I wonder what happened.
I keep getting the phone calls. This time I tell her that I'm doing the best I can with what I know. I hang up this time.
In October, I think it was, of 1996, I was listening to 92 FM, Mad City's Best Rock, the Alternative Radio Station in Madison one night when they were taking requests. This is after she theoretically crashed into me and before the song came out by Dave Matthews. A girl called in saying she was calling for a girl named Jeanine. She asked if they had any Eric Clapton. The DJ said they don't play Eric Clapton on that radio station. She apparently turned to ask Jeanine what she wanted played. The girl's voice said, "Wheezer" and some song by them. The DJ played it. I didn't listen to the lyrics, they are not one of the top Alternative Bands.
For a moment, I was elated that she had called and liked Layla. I played it live on Slide Guitar in High School. I thought that she was still in school. Then again, I thought she had gotten away and that this was either a different Jeanine or was a magic phone call from the incorporeal. Probably some phone calls I get are. It is hard to trace a woman who you think is calling you hundreds of times in two years, and every time it is a dead telephone line where it rings with absolutely no sound coming from the other end of the line, you speak to it as if it were Jeanine, but...nothing. Theoretically, she keeps calling you, but doesn't come over to talk to you if the phone line is dead. 200 phone calls like this. I put a tracer on in 1999, but I didn't get one call in three weeks. Got one at 5pm, quiting time, on the day before Thanksgiving. Someone else??
That fall and winter, I started to think I was coming down with emphysema. Suddenly, one weekend, I came down with some kind of pneumonia in just my ears. My ears were completely jammed with fluid and phlem. It sounded like I was in a big bubble. I couldn't hear anything. Two days, man. I was afraid I was going to lose my hearing, in both ears, suddenly!
I went to my doctor, who looked and acted and sounded exactly like W.C. Fields. His name was doctor McAweeny. He gave me antibiotics and a strong decongestant. I took them all and it cleared up. I've already lost some of the hearing in my right ear from a Coma I went in to because they wouldn't treat our pneumonia, at all! One guy died at his parents house. And this is Basic Training; killing cadets with indigence??
While I was desperately afraid for my hearing recently, I was thinking about how my Great-great-great-great-great-grandfather came over to the United States in 1753, after getting an education as a doctor in Hanover, Germany. Was I part German, too??? Was I at all related to Beethoven??? Do I have the same genetic or chemical peculiarities and are they my personal direct inheritance of my personal genetic code?? These are questions. It probably isn't true, but what if it is? I write and compose a lot like Beethoven!!!
During this whole time after January there were some songs: Tori Amos Caught a light sneeze... "Boys to the left of me, boys to the right of me, boys in the middle, and you're not here??!?" "Build my pretty hate machine..." "How's your wife and kids today? Maybe she will, maybe she will??!*&%$#!" "Mr. Saint John, just bring your son?!!" After the appearance of Christ in my apartment and sending her a letter telling her that her boyfriend was a reincarnation of Christ, this song left me with a very bad taste in my mouth. I had come to the conclusion this song reminded me of the time she was irritatedly shaking her finger in my face at Joe Hart's Tavern in the Opera with two boys to the left of her, two boys to the right of her, and her boyfriend absent and in the middle. I was the God, she was my promiscuous Virgin Bride, and I had to bring the Christ my Son. "Right on time. You get closerrrr and closerrrrr...Call my name...etc."
There were also the Stone Temple Pilots who did the song earlier about "The Master found..." "And I feel and I feel when the dogs begin to smell her...Will she stand aloooohhooonnnneeee!!!! When the dogs that find her, got time, time to wait till tomorrowwww, to find it, to find it..." I sung, "Where ya' goin' tomorrooowww. Where ya' goin' with the Master found!!!" when I was leaving the court session where she got the Injunction against me in March of 1994.
"Where Ya' Goin' Tomorroooowwww???? Where Ya' Goin' With The Master Found??? And I Feeell And I Feeell When The Dogs Begin To Smeelll Herrrrrr!!!! Will She Stand Alooo-ooooo-oonne???!!!! Wheeennn The Dogs That Smeelll Herrrr...Got Tiiimmmee, Tiiimmme To Wait For Tomorrowwwwwwwww!!!! To Find IIIIItttt!!! To Fiiinnddd IIIIItttt."
"1992."
"Plush Is The Song!!!!!"
"WILL SHE STAND ALONE????"
Now they had two new songs: The one which says, "You liiiieeeddd!*&%$??*&%!!!" Dreamin' on a Sunday afternoon...I can read between the liiiinnnesss...You liiiieedddd!!" And there was another, "Time to take her home to wait too long, to wait too long!!!" I still don't know the names of these songs. I only bought 1 CD for Jeanine's letter about Christ's appearance and that was Smashing Pumpkins album with Disarm on it. This year 1998, I bought all of Tori Amos' CDs. Celine Dion had out a song which said, "It's all coming back to me now...The Power of Love!!!" There were others. Walking in your Spider Web by No Doubt. I'm just a Girl by the same band. Jewel Who's going to save your soul?. Etc., etc., etc. I believe that Jewel and Le Ann Rimes were once sisters and Duanne and Gregg Allman were their mates in Sweden. I believe that Mae West was the two girls' mother at least!!! Jewel also had a song that wasn't played on our local Alternative Radio Station until 1996 called You Were Meant For Me I'll give you the lyrics here:
I believe that Jewel was Duane Allman's mate when they were legends in Sweden hundreds of years ago... Jewel even plays guitar like Duane. The plot thickens...!
The winter of 1996-97 went very strangely. This female spider had sewn my apartment in webs and one night I woke up, saw her coming down from the ceiling to land on my bed, screamed bloody murder {I thought it might be poisonous.}, and it never came back again. I'm good to other creatures and thought it might be Jeanine as a spider while it sewed my entire apartment in one gigantic web. "Walking In our Spider Web!" came out by No Doubt, but I didn't hear it until 1997. "It's all your fault!#%$*&!#!??"
In 1997 two songs come out: Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews...
and a song by a group of Chicago girls Volcano Girls or something like that that goes, "Leave me, lyin' here; 'cause I don’t want to go!!!!" Great song. I thought that maybe, since my body had vanished too that her body had been vanished back to her apartment bed. But I didn't understand about the Louise part in the song.
Christ had appeared to me in a vision in my apartment. I was beginning to see spirits-like lights in my apartment. I thought one of them might be Christ.
Shiloh, in the Bible, is the town the Hebrews kept the Ark of the Covenant...
In three days I drank 21 gallons of water, August 1997. I was going to bed, tried to arrange my opera sheets: but kept fading-off and losing-track. I lay down and woke-up 5 days later in the Psych-ward of University Hospitals. I......had given-up.
I nearly died.
This song brings tears to my eyes.
"AND...............Billie Joe MacAllister Jumped Off The Tallahatchie Bridge.....??"
This song sounds like Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet.
One night, I was in my bed, about to go to sleep. I can feel, lying down next to me what feels like a human-like body with a colder, greenish-blue, alien-like aura. I don't know why it has decided to lie next to me and I don't know how it got into my room, but it is occurring to me that it is 11 year old Jeanine after she was abducted by God onto an alien Starship from her seat on her future 1995 Jeanine's apartment patio-porch. The aliens had apparently put her consciousness into an alien body, she was just as suddenly transfered to my apartment, and now was lying next to me. Suddenly I hear, very loudly, the voices of two alien sounding females who were very irate and telling someone 'not to fall in love with him.' Then I hear a Santa Claus-like voice, apparently from God, trying to convince these very irate little alien women to calm down and not disturb her. She continued to sleep with me, but I really wasn't sure this was happening.
While I was walking and taking the bus home from classes, I saw a poster in the window of a poster shop. The girl in the poster looked just like my presumed former wife when I was Percival, Jeanine. I hadn't, yet, come to the conclusion that I was related to Percival and Christ. Over the head of this girl was the caption, "Bieres de la Meuse..." I purchased the poster after debating whether I should or not, then did. I put it up on the wall of my apartment over the TV. Her eyes in the poster were so vicious that it made me so uncomfortable that I had to take the poster down and put it in my closet.
Later on, I brought it out and photographed it with my Opera and Physics Paper on it and the book Roxanna with her painting on the cover.
It brings to mind the time in 1978, I cried for four days and nights without sleep. I just bought an ounce of Columbian Gold and smoked and cried like a little baby and smoked and cried. I had written a song on my acoustic twelve string guitar called Cruel about a girl I'm asking why she has to be so cruel. The song was in such a range that I sounded like a little 5 year old boy on the last verse. I played it at Open Mike Night twice for a different crowd each night. Both nights when I finished there was utter silence, not a sound, and no applause. Everyone was hushed. Here are the lyrics to I'm not in love by 10 CC.:
At the beginning of August 1997, it was hot out and I was drinking from 4-6 gallons of water a day. You can only drink 7 gallons before your electrolites are diluted and you die. The day before I drank 6 gallons. The next day I decided I was going to die. I drank 8-9 gallons of water that day. That evening, just before bed, I was trying to organize my opera papers, but couldn't focus and couldn't seem to remember where I was going in the order. I went to bed. I woke up in University Hospital's Psych ward 120 hours later. I was unconscious 120 hours. I was released two days later. I ran into Mike Murphy. He told me I was making a lot of racket and he came to see what was the matter. I didn't like him much. My life was at stake and he acted bothered. I had given him my Arthur paper, thought he was Vortigern, Arthur's father, and Leo Tolstoy, the author. I had given him two other Arthur papers. He didn't read a one. He told me he was trying to take Christ off the cross. What about me, Mike??!#*! He said he found me at the bottom of the stairs barely able to breath. He gave me artificial resuscitation. He called the ambulance. They came. They gave me salt solution. At that time, it was 5:30 pm according to Mike. I had been unconscious for over 16 hours. Did I get up in the morning?? Did I have any more water?? Did I eat??? If my electrolites were so low I didn't have consciousness for 16 hours. How could I have survived from 8 am to 5:30 pm in the afternoon?? Was I a Zombie??? Were my nerves even firing? I nearly died at 5:30. I believe I was truly a dead man for 9 whole hours. I believe I am a dead man now. The incorporeal kept me alive in a non-firing dead body for over 9 hours. I was probably dead by morning!!
I cannot seem to kill-myself.
"me."
At the end of August 1997, I’m up late one night and I see the Christ light making a sudden dash for the stove as if there was someone standing there next to it. It had been occurring to me that I had seen what I believed to be the 11 year old Jeanine sitting on the 23 year old Jeanine’s apartment porch in 1995 while I was improvising the piano part of All By Myself by Eric Carmen and Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. I walked past her apartment and here was this 11 year old girl with the same hair, haircut, passionate eyes, etc. sitting on her porch and listening like she was scared she’d be discovered there.
In 1997, I had begun to wonder what happened to this little girl that appeared to be Jeanine when she was younger. I knew I had been suddenly materialized in 1978 after leaving 1979, so I knew it was possible to jump time. Now this spirit Christ was jumping at my dirty stove as if someone were there. I can see that this spirit stuff gets a little fuzzy, but what do you do with it. Something could be making me think that it is occurring when it isn't, but I don't think so. I began to think that maybe Jeanine was in my apartment. I began to talk as if she was there. She apparently was lounging in my chair. I found myself having to believe in this 'dream girl-Jeanine' and she came out with me and lay in the sun apparently in-the-nude and invisible. It was strange.
There was a surprise song which came out in spring 1997 by LIVE. It was called Lakini's Juice. Because of the rest of the rock stars' lyrics fitting to Jeanine's and my story synchronistically and the fact that I believe that the lead singer and lyric writer, Edward Kowalczyk, is the final reincarnation of Saint Matthew, I am going to let you know what I heard the lyrics to be. Either way the picture is clear, but I'll give you what I thought the song was about...And maybe, just maybe it was...
I thought that this song was some kind of threat from the incorporeal. I 'knew' that you can sense that you are having sex with someone when you are just standing there. You get rushes like you're having sex in another dimension. Well I was afraid that the incorporeal would throw me into a lot of women, just to cheapen Jeanine and I. So I looked on this song with a deep amount of suspicion, but you can see the lyrical connection to Saint Matthew and the appearance of Christ in my apartment.
Jeanine called after two months of no calls in October. The first one came on a Saturday at 11 am. Just before the call, I was told by the voice I listen to to put on my Opera recording. It reached the gap between 'Journey', the tenor theme and the 'Skull-whips' Theme when the telephone rang. I don't get any other calls so I figured it was Jeanine. Whoever was on the other end listened for 20 seconds until it got to the part I made a slight mistake in. I said I had to go and hung up just before the mistake was played. I had my stereo up really loud. It sounded like a symphony and the quality of the tape is 3 times the quality of the recordings here.
Six days later, she called again, on Friday at 2pm. It sounded long distance and a bad connection. I thought it might be Jeanine and said to her, "I can't hear anything coming from your end of the line..." She sighed like a thoroughly abashed little girl lover for about 4 seconds and sounded like she expected me to be angry with her at the end of her sigh. I got scared and said, "I think I better go now..." in super, thoroughly grateful, incredibly thankful fashion. I got the feeling that the incorporeal had taken me over and was super-filling me with gratefulness, but obviously I naturally was incredibly grateful she had finally spoken up and validated my fondest wishes. I had wanted to go out and prepare for when she would speak, but I didn't know how to put it into words.
I waited for six days. Thursday night I went to bed. A song that I heard the week after by Matchbox 20 was out called 3 am. At the time I didn't know about it. I just knew Push.
I was sleeping when suddenly I began to climb towards the surface desperately. When I reached the surface, the phone rang. I said, "Hello??" Nothing. I thought it was Jeanine. I didn't say anything more and hung up. I didn't know why she had done this instead of talking to me. I went to the bathroom. It was 3:30 am, the exact same time I called her the first time and we exchanged, "Who are you?? Well, who the Hell are you?!&*%$#?!!??" "3 am" by Matchbox 20 was on the radio the next week, "It's 3 am I must be lonely."
The lead singer I have determined was the man, Jeremy, I left Roxanna with when I, Dirk Courtney, attacked the Panamanian smelting operations of the Spanish, during my and Captain Morgan's British Secret Service Operations against the Spanish.
When I was Dirk Courtney, I was the son of a British Lord. My father had his estates stolen and was banished to the Virgin Islands. I had become a buccaneer and could speak Incan, Mayan, and Aztec. The Spanish under the Holy Roman Empire were enslaving the Natives. We helped to change all that and became very wealthy. I want to write a novel about this!!! Jeremy's singing Jeanine's and my roles in the whole thing!!!
There was another new band with a song which was nominated for a Grammy; My Hero:
There was a song from the band Collective Soul which was far more hopeful than December by the same band which came out the moment Jeanine abandoned me. I had been going up like a Roman Candle in theory in class before I went out to burn, at work afterward {my boss, Bonnie, looked utterly demoralized and unnerved and had me on probation, and I got the impression that a professor of mine was chanting at the flames. It seemed there was this parallel reality where all this was going on. Precious Declaration is the name of the song, Disciplined Breakdown the album, and the entire opera makes total sense if you just realize and connect the arrows:
Just before Christmas, I did my King Arthur paper and gave it to Eva, a Visions nude dancer here in Madison. It had come to me that she was the reincarnation of Cynwise, Arthur's second wife and the first queen of Britain. I had determined that Eddie Vedder was the final incarnation of King Arthur, as I was.
Jeanine called again and this time I said, "You can hang up now, I gave my King Arthur paper to Eva." I thought I could read her thoughts and they went, "King Arthur paper?? Eva?!#*! What about Saddam???*#! Eva?*&%#!+ Click!!!!"
The phone calls continued until my mother called just before Christmas and said I needed a vacation. I decided to go to the Virgin Islands to explore a Virgin Island's buccaneer named Dirk Courtney and his redhead woman Roxanna Marshall. I thought that Jeanine and I were this 17th century man and woman.
There were two voices I listened to that came from nowhere. The female was comforting and made sense. The male alternated and sometimes sounded like Santa Claus and others like the most spiteful male you would ever hear. I didn't trust either of them. They started yelling happily that they were going to put out the sun on my trip to the Virgin Islands. I of course was sick of all the craziness and wanted to believe them. I figured that they must be linked to the incorporeal. But I didn’t trust them and went on my journey feeling very unusual.
The male one had been the first to speak up and told me he would tell me the structure of the Universe when Jeanine came back. Then she started calling me theoretically. He told me exactly what I wrote in my physics paper, but has later been helpful in pointing out more logical truths relative to it and the structure of the Universe.
All of this time, I wasn't at all sure that the spirit lights I had been witnessing were at all real. I wasn't sure the younger Jeanine was actually with me.
Now I was little bit excited... One night, I was laying in my bed thinking out loud to myself about some Universal problem. I finished my thought flow and decided that I had to go downstairs to second floor and see Mike Murphy, the guy who I believed to be Vortigern or Uther; King Arthur's father when I was King Arthur the six-six 'Bear.' I was getting out my key to open the hallway door on second floor when suddenly my consciousness was back in bed vaguely continuing my thought pattern I had ended 5 minutes before. My consciousness was dark, then on come my lights, my self consciousness comes on, I find myself being spoken in a vague pattern of logical thoughts continuing what I was speaking 5 minutes earlier, my self-consciousness catches it in mid-stream, and I begin to think my own thoughts with my voice rather than being spoken, I would assume, by the incorporeal. My thoughts were much more lucid and specific...
Then suddenly I realize that I had wanted to go down and see Mike. I thought that I hadn't already gone down and was continuing my conversation in bed. This shocked me because I could swear that I had gone down to see him. I wondered if I hadn't found him gone. I went down to see him again. His stereo was playing. I asked him how long he had been home. He said at least a half hour. I was shocked.
Apparently my body and consciousness had been vanished from second floor to third floor almost instantly and my consciousness had been continued in bed where I had left off 5 minutes earlier as if I had never left the bed. Joined consciousness???
An other day I was doing something in my apartment. I had a pole-like lamp and it was on. I walked towards it to get something near it. My mind was in high gear. I have been in high gear since I met Jeanine; sort of. I turned and was looking towards where I thought the book I was looking for was, when suddenly, out of nowhere, with no body attached, there was floating, as if extending from a body about the size of Jeanine's, holding it's wrist like I've seen Jeanine hold her wrist, elegant sophisticatedly, a black-skinned arm with a golden chain around the wrist visible up to the theoretical invisible body's mid-bicep. I was extremely shocked. This could not have been expected.
Just as suddenly, it was gone.
I began to view it as visible proof that this young Jeanine was really in my apartment, the spirit lights I was theoretically seeing were coming from her presence, Christ may be in my room, as I have seen spirit lights like his very person, plus the audible groaning voice, and that apparently this theoretical 11 year old Jeanine I saw sitting on the porch of her 23 year old apartment was out of the body in 1983 and with me now in a semi-visible, sometimes visible form.
I thought that maybe that floating black hand was a symbol for the putting out of the Sun.
This spirit Jeanine, which slept with me and I could feel curling up against my knees in bed, and I went together to the Virgin Islands. I still didn't know, at the Millennium, if the Sun would be put out. I was somewhat afraid that if it was put out, that people would be jumping out of buildings. What does God do to be recognized. Christ wasn't recognized during his time in his own country!
I felt I needed something for Jeanine if I truly loved Jeanine.
And I did.
I had checked the Astrology and my plane arrived in Saint Thomas the day of the Full Moon and a Venus/Neptune conjunction with Venus moving retrograde. I thought; possible.
I got to Miami perfectly, but my plane for Saint Thomas was delayed two hours. I smoke so I went out in front.
At 6:15, I got to the gate and departure time was 6:45. At 6:25 the departure time was changed to 7:01, so I went out for two cigarettes and got back at 6:40. I waited for them to call my plane. They didn't and the plane left without me.
I complained to American Airlines and they gave me a ticket for 10:15 am the next morning.
I could, now, see that when it was Noon Washington time and the Full Moon entered the half hour before absolute when it's effects are most powerful, I would be above the cloud line. I didn't think the sun would actually go out, but it did.
At 11:55 Washington time, I was staring straight ahead using my peripheral vision to watch the sunlight coming in the windows. The sun was drawn down to about 1/3 strength and circumference from the peripheral light dimming in the windows.
I jumped, and stared at the white plane paint around my window. I had a window seat. The sun was on my side of the plane. I was mumbling to God to, "Do It Right!!!"
At exactly noon Washington time the sunlight on my window blinked. It appeared this huge Sun had been blinked by God and his woman mind!!! I was shocked.
"After The Virgin Islands Sun Blinking, Cleaopatra {Later.}, Noah's Doves Experience, Eddie Vedder And Pearl Jam Came Out With Given To Fly..."
"How Could Eddie Vedder Have Known About These Things???"
"I Will Get To It Later In This Continuing Millennium Story!!!"
The pilot appeared to be shocked also. Immediately afterwards, he came back without his sunglasses on, walking slowly and aimlessly as if to get a juice or something to drink from the stewardess' cooler. He wasn't focusing at all on anyone in the plane or any of the passengers. He got to the cooler with his head looking down like he was shocked.
If the Sun did fade and blink, he saw it 'cause the sun was shining into his front window from the right side where I sat. It was more to the front than to the right side, about equal. Forward and off to the right side of his front seat. He had to see it!!
When I got home from my vacation, the theoretical Jeanine called and I told the dead line that I had put out the sun on my trip to the Virgin Islands. She hesitated and then hung up. If it is her, I can read her very well.
Now I have come to the conclusion that she won't come back on her own. I am still a
student at the University of Wisconsin as she was. I have decided to put an end to these
strange phone calls and goings on and find out from her old Undergraduate Advisor if she
is in Madison, has a job here or not, otherwise I'm going to the Virgin Islands and God
can keep track of the world. I can't believe how vapid this has all been since Jeanine said,
"Other guys look at me and I don't want you looking at me!#*&?!" And I replied, like a
psychiatrist interviewing his patient, "You mean other guys do this to you???" I swear
that that night No One was looking in the least at her.
Not even me...
"Tell-me How Should I Feeeeellll When You Treat-me Like-You-Do.....???!?"
Her boyfriend must have been a real goon... Maybe he didn't know. I think he is Mariah Carey's soul mate/true girl as well as Kim Cunningham being Eric Clapton's soul mate/true girl and the jealous kick for his lead guitar solos.
Just two weeks ago, when Jupiter {me} was over her birth-Sun, I was up at sunrise in front of my new apartment 1/2 block away from my old apartment. The sun was rising over my old apartment. I was sitting out front of my new apartment, smoking and talking to myself again.
Suddenly, in the middle of my talk when I had summarized something, I turned and looked directly at the rising big orange of the sun and it flashed. The whole thing flashed, slowly, once.
I have begun to take these things for granted. No one would even notice a blinking, flashing sun unless they were looking right at it. If Jeanine is here, we are here. If not, I hope we can get there. God is Vast as YHWH.
In May, just before my birthday, I received a call and told the dead line, "Joe Cocker does a song The Letter." and hung up. A few days later I got a call and said to the dead line, "Joe was your father when you were the Virgin Mary!" and hung up.
The dead phone line has stopped ringing. The day after my birthday at precisely 5 o'clock quiting time on a 9-5, I received a phone call. I said, "Hello?? Jeanine?? Dead phone line again??? Nuts!*&$#!?" and hung up. I thought she perhaps had sent me a letter and the incorporeal stole it. What would you do, if you were her??
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"Jeanine Crashed Into ME."
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"Folks."
"SHE RAN AND CALLED HIM WILDFIRE."
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HERE............IS A CHAT-ROOM!!
I WILL CHECK IT OUT FROM TIME TO TIME......!
"I DO NOT SEEM TO BE RECEIVING ANY E-MAILS OR OTHER COMMUNICATION."
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"THREE DOG NIGHT."
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'ZOMBIES'?"
