The Previous Semester, I had taken a course in Shakespeare and there was a gentleman in the class who sat right next to me who looked like the Russian man who commanded the tanks which fired at the Communist ministry during the attempted Communist capture of Mikhail Gorbachev and the attempt to hold on to the government by Boris Yeltsin.
Without Lebed's tanks, there would have been Communism again in Russia.
Lebed, it was coming to me, was Tamourlane in the 13th Century.
This guy in my Shakepeare class looked like Lebed.
There was another guy who looked like his twin brother.
He, I saw standing outside my Speech class building between classes.
Earlier, way back when I first met Jeanine, there was a lady at the free meal at Saint Paul's, here in Madison, Wisconsin.
She had the most sexually attractive body I have ever seen.
She seemed to recognize me and not like me, but still wanted me to look at her.
I wanted to know who she was reicarnationally.
Later, I didn't see her any more, but recognized her facial features.
I saw her after Jeanine left me at the Memorial Student Union one night.
She was crazily and very negatively hating me as if Jeanine and she both hated me.
I couldn't figure this out.
But she was still reacting to me very strongly.
I noticed Lebed.
I noticed his looks.
Was he Tambourlane???
Then I saw the two sons.
They looked like Lebed.
Then I saw the lady again.
She had gotten fat and now looked like a fat Russian peasant.
I thought this was appropriate.
She was still negative and combative towards me.
Then I got to the Psychology building and saw many sons and daughters of Lebed and Zenocrate.
One of their Egyptian sons, it was coming to me, looked like my sister-in-law, my brother Bill's wife, and it was coming to me that they were grandson and granddaughter of David Crosby of Crosby Stills and Nash when he was Taliesin, my brother and a Welsh Bard.
They were also Tambourlane and Zenocrate's son and daughter and shared looks with Lebed and this angry young woman, who now looked Russian.
It was also coming to me that my brother Bill was David Crosby's son when he was Taliesin.
There was a young woman sitting outside of class who looked like Bill's twin.
It was coming to me that she and Bill were my son and daughter when we were Courtneys in Britain and the Virgin Islands and Veracruz, Mexico.
And that Bill and her had my sister-in-law and this young man outside the Psychology building who was Tambourlane and Zenocrate's son.
In other words, my brother Bill and this young lady were husband and wife, gave birth to Bill's present wife, Chris, with whom he can have no children of his own, and the young man who looked like Chris outside the Psychology building.
And that Chris and this man were son and daughter of Tambourlane or Lebed and Zenocrate or the Russian-looking overweight woman who earlier had a body anyone would admire.
These were Tambourlane and Zenocrate's children.