If you want to save the future of earth for your children, then
an understanding of the cosmos is vital to the future of mankind.

War is very idiotic and decadent, by anyone’s intellectual measure.

Stick with me here, and I’ll tell you why….

And don’t get me wrong… I do realize that peace, health, tranquility, love, purpose, family, friends, good food, opportunity, prosperity, comfort.. These are each and every bit as important to every human being’s repertoire. Greed and warmongering are not necessary, and are only extremely detrimental.

If you read this, you will become many times more aware
of the cosmos than 90% of what many people are aware of.

I use to think understanding the cosmos was hogwash. That’s what I was told, by many elders, ministers, professors and various so-called leaders. Although not one had any clue at the time as to how to test this theory, for any scientific or academic verification, in either case, whether that it was or wasn't.. Now we do have the means.. It has been recorded, and 'Our Supreme Of Being' has given us that means...

As God does include, ALL of the Cosmos.

In ancient times, few if any men, understood the cosmos. Most still don’t..

Many stories were passed on by men, written down on ancient papyrus scrolls that were hidden and then found in caves or lost locations, and interpreted as important documents so that only “the initiated and intelligent” noble persons were allowed to read and pass on to their flock of people, that as to what they were to be in need to know, so that they would not be influenced by, the devil.

But really,

Have you ever seen the devil.? No.. Although we may ALL HAVE seen, some very evil people. And some of those people had professed to be, super-religious and honest..  "WHAT..?"  YOU SAY..

I’ll tell you in a bit, as I’ve had some hairy life encounters with some extremely nasty, evil people.. Some swore they were religious, but assuredly, they were sorry and severely demented people, unaware of their own cosmological entity.

Mostly they were very confused and dangerous, and there are many who still are, as there’s quite a lot of weird creeps to go around.. Do guard your children.. As it’s obvious because we hear of horrendous things continuously going on more often than we would want to believe..many atrocious things. God forbid you will ever have to deal with those situations.

And why are there people like that.? Please pay close attention here….

The only true rational explanation is this. Everyone has their cosmic makeup of positive and negative influences and trends, and when we are raised in a proper environment, we can learn of the cycles of those influences and trends and can often benefit from that learning. BUT thats not always the case, for at times, there are those who DON‘T learn..and those who don't want to.. We should all try to learn of the influences and trends and use them to improve all our lives.

When people are stifled from those learning opportunities of those influences and trends, as we all must progress through those varying cycles, that’s when the real truth and grace of our convictions will falter, and they can then thus become disoriented, confused, and often through a disillusion of the true purpose of our human being, become belligerent, obnoxious and quite usually it becomes violently misrepresented.  Thats why we must study 'Mankind..!'

At those times, things may appear abnormal, disrespectful and most assuredly out of context with the many who may feel the need to judge us.. But those who break the laws and commit felonies that are despicable and horrendous, most assuredly, should expect to be incarcerated, because theft, assaults, violence and murder must be punished.  Mistakes happen and forgiveness occurs, as

Accidents do happen…but driving while stupid also needs attention paid to it..

Which brings me to my first recognizable cosmic experience I encountered years ago, when I actually thought that it was all hogwash.. It wasn’t a felony crime, but it could have turned into one.. easily.

Especially, if the bullet she fired would have hit and killed me.

I need to explain this here though, that in 1969

My first wife was confused, angry and obviously afflicted with negative influences when she took a small pistol I'd bought her, for her protection, for when the navy would have sent me out to sea, and she used it to shoot at me....

On the way home from Treasure Island, I had stopped for a six pack, charcoal briquettes and some steaks to barbecue that evening for our family supper as it was, “just that kind of a beautiful California day.”

I was running about an hour late when I pulled into the driveway, hugged my two boys, Danny and David, who were playing in the yard, and walked in the back door and “BANG“.. The bullet went right over my shoulder and into the wall.. I jumped over the chair and grabbed the gun from her, obviously yelling, “What the hell is wrong with you..?”

She was worked up that I was late, and hadn’t called, as she was thinking I was having an affair with the next door neighbor. It wasn’t true, although the lady, her husband, my wife and I were acquainted, as we would watch our four boys play together often in the back yard..  And we had no cellphones then, 1969....

But after that shooting happened, I took the gun and pawned it that night. And started thinking, whoa, I have got to find out more about what this horoscope stuff was all about… And I started to read & study about it every day.

Over the next few months, I noticed that, ‘some days it was right on queue, and some days it was off… but when it was off, it might only be off by a couple of days. And assuredly most always, it was VERY informing.

Although, before I had a chance to figure all that out, I had asked the Navy if there was some marriage counseling that we could get into around the local area, right away. They authorized, some weekly sessions for two months, and then some bi-weekly psychoanalysis sessions for a couple of months in follow-up.

I had soon found out my wife was beating my boys, which was witnessed by her girlfriends.  The therapists had indicated that she was taking out emotional aggressions that she was having with me, but we could not understand why she was having so many anger issues with me.  Our sex life was not identified as a problematic issue.  

They wanted us to go to a psychologist..  I volunteered to go cause I wanted all this insight I could get to understand, but after 4 months, my wife refused to do any more, as every time they would give us an overview, they would just regurgitate the same stuff back to us that we had told them throughout all our sessions. It did not appear very informative to her, as it was laid on her that she was being too emotional but still, it was for me, very much, a good learning experience.

During all that time, I was also able to find out much more about horoscopes and what was entailed in understanding exactly what was involved in the making of a full horoscope. It was the most rewarding study that I have ever had in my entire life.. For as my wife and I had been together over five years prior to our counseling... Through my own cosmological research, I now finally knew why..

Too much to go into here at this moment, but I will explain much more in later chapters.

But, it wasn’t until I had completed our cosmic horoscopes that I understood what that was all about, and then fully realized, the counselors really, had no clue as to what was, most truly going on with our individual cosmic entities.

I learned more about her from those books than the five years and the therapy.  I also learned that we may have loved one another we didn't like one another.

I've used that learning most every day since and in fact, have saved my life more than a dozen times with its recognition, and also the lives of more than a dozen others. Some of those were serious incidents dealing with individual relationships, and some were just a recognition of events that were likely to have occurred, but prevented by having a split-second prior knowledge of the incident’s likelihood.

But I’m getting 5 years ahead of myself, and don’t want to bore you with my whole life story, although I’ve found many situations and circumstances I was involved with, interesting but likely I’m justly biased because, they were my experiences and all, were most assuredly, engaging.

Although here is just a brief insight, as I’m not at all famous. I'm just a senior citizen now, who was born at the Philadelphia Naval Hospital, PA, and raised just across the river in New Jersey.

I could see, from my bedroom window growing up, the super-structure of the USS Kitty Hawk (CVA63) (an aircraft carrier) as it was being built, and the construction of the Walt Whitman Bridge connecting NJ with PA. I use to climb and play on the bridge at the end of their work day, after the workers left.

I graduated high school in 1964, joined the Navy in ‘65.. I loved the Navy…as I had one of the best jobs most any one could get. After boot camp, I was assigned as a radar operator, navigator and radio-telephone communicator aboard ocean minesweepers.  MSO's...  I loved going out, and working at sea.

You actually couldn’t get anything better than that, but I would bet you’d have some arguments with all my other shipmates, who also loved their jobs as well, so we’ll just leave it at that. Our motto was, “Wooden Ships and Iron Men” and I look forward to more shipmate reunions again, with more of the three minesweepers I served on.

I served about a year each on the USS Exploit (MSO-440), the Exultant (MSO-441), and the Bulwark (MSO-425) out of Charleston, South Carolina from 1966-1969.. I wished I'd had the chance to have been studying of the cosmos when I was aboard ship, although maybe not, as the confused attitudes of most folk, would likely have thwarted my efforts..  It must be accomplished with positive, open & intellectual thought, prevailing..

I do believe, Our Supreme Of Being, was laying the ground work for my study.

It would have been so much easier in helping to understand myself & my first wife as to what we were going through cosmologically, as we were so young, on our own, far from our family and our hometown friends. Although she went home to her folks, whenever the Navy had assigned us any extended operations, so she wouldn't feel totally alone or vernerable. 

Our birthdays were just over six months apart. My birthdate Sept. 6th, and hers, March 16th.  Cosmologicall speaking, we had many opposite signs, the Rising Sign, Sun, Mercury, and Venus in our cosmic make-up.  We both had the Moon in the sign of Capricorn, at our day of birth.  Even our progressed charts had shown of these cosmological oppositions of our individual entities. Opposites attract and understandably, it's important to gain insight & to learn from those influences so as to make those reconciliations, for although we may have loved one another, we just didn't actually learn how to like one another.  And although none of the 'professionals' knew of any of this vitally important insight, it was, thus in the minds of the marriage counselors & therapists, through their overall concensus, that we separate for a year. 

So here ironically, I must back pedal to 1968 a bit.

For in 1968, while our country was involved in the Vietnam fiasco, I'd volunteered to go as an advisor...  I wanted to help teach the Vietnamese, as how to assume their own battle.. 'How naive at the time.' My thinking was, we could then pull our troops out safely, and we'd win by doing so, so their country wasn't going to be our loss. 
The Navy, at the time, said they didn't need any more advisors then.  But it just so happened that now the Navy DID need advisors and took me up on my volunteering, at this point in time, 1970,  so I followed through. 

I'd thought I had reconcilled with my wife and we had planned to meet for R&R in Hawaii. I was thinking we could save our marriage and maybe we even gain from just a short separation of five or six months and then vacation in Hawaii.. It didn't work out that way, but I must say, the path that was laid out for me, as my assigned position, in-country, allowed me direct insight as to what the whole mess ON OUR PLANET was all about.. I learned more of the truth as to what was truly going on than I intend to divulge right here. For it had become quite obvious, that in all of what we had percieved, it in fact & deed, was not to be what it had all seemed.

But I didn’t fully realize of what I was experiencing, until hind sight years later.  I must say as well, it’s the past and when people don’t learn from the past, they tend to repeat the past. Also, that when the truth of the circumstances are hidden from the public view or if it is misconceived, then the lack of knowledge prevails.. Things continue to spiral, sometimes out of control…  We need to maintain a positive control.  Without positive control, the ignorance of the past is repeated….

Many people show their lack of understanding of the term used, “conspiracy theories.” I see these things much differently, than others who profess to know about them.  But, unless you get all the information of and about, the many parties involved, there’s a lot of innuendo, threats, double-talk, psycho-babble and mind-manipulation that goes on by all those who do actually control all the factors and the minds of millions of people on this planet who are affected.

But on with my Starlog story, as all previous statements and facts are documented, stored and filed in different safety locations.

While serving in the middle of the Mekong Delta for two tours, I perchance had the opportunity to serve with two other mates that coincidently had the same birthdays as myself. Dave, (who’s last name escapes me at the moment) an Operational Specialist First Class, born Sept. 6, 1942.. I was an Operational Specialist Second Class, born Sept. 6, 1946..   Pete S. was an Operational Specialist Third Class, born Sept. 6, 1950..

All three of us working out of the same location in the middle of the Mekong Delta… So how weird has that got to be…?

Upon returning to the States, I indulged an in-depth research of individual cosmological charts and found rewarding opportunities by helping others as a novice, and in striving to reach as many of those who desired to also seek an understanding as well.. I did not charge for my services other than requesting their feedback for the readings as they received them for the verification and research value.

I made lots of new acquaintances and many friends as we studied together, helping those whom we could, while being astounded almost daily. All our research was done through the tables from the back of the books and using maneuvering board that ships use for their positioning out at sea, to avoid running into one another..

Many were seeking an understanding of the people whom they were in love with and had hopes, that theirs was the perfect mate to spend the rest of their lives with, have children and a future of peace and harmony.  Some were just trying to get away from volatile, unhealthy and dangerous situations alive. 

One of many poignant cases, was a young lady ‘Rose’, who loved her boyfriend of four years, but was reluctant to marry because she was fearful of his extreme emotionalism. She said she loved him dearly, but thought that a man crying so much, was sort of out of character as she was to understand a man’s role in a relationship.

As I had observed through their natal and progressed charts, they were clearly a cosmological match. A couple, who were most assuredly compatible, and in love, but needed some extra insight as to what was truly going on with their individual cosmological influences and trends. 

The lady informed me that her boyfriend would often start crying at the slightest provocation early on in their relationship, and she was leery about tying the knot, as it seemed like he was getting more and more crying time as they spent more time together.

She was about to call it quits when I proposed a solution. I told her to call me each time he would be in tears. Not to tell him that we would be monitoring his emotions or even to tell him she was in touch with me. When she did call, I would check and compare various cosmological things that were going on and mark it down.

We did this in secret for a couple, maybe three months, and then I told her not to call me, but that I would call her, and warn her of when he would have his crying jags… So, for the next three months I’d called her the day before he’d have these emotional episodes.

Obviously, she was flabbergasted that over those next three months, I’d have one of my girl researchers call, to get her on the phone, and that every time I’d call, within the next day or two, he would become so emotional that he’d, strangely break into tears.. I had recognized the pattern in the cosmos that was effecting him.

She wanted to know the secret of how I could predict his type behavior so accurately.  I informed her that, her fiancé had both the Sun and Rising Sign in Gemini, in his cosmological natal chart, and also that his moon’s position was in the sign of Cancer, a water sign.

His Sun and Rising Signs also had progressed into the sign of Cancer….

Rose was 27, Andrew, 30, and in laying out his progressed chart, I could see there, numerous planets within his chart, that had progressed into the water signs of Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, all recognized as emotional and intuitive signs, the Rising and Sun signs included..

The most potent psychological influences are the Super Ego, the Ego and the Id, cosmically related to the Rising, Sun and Moon's signs, consecutively...

A progressed chart is a chart where you observe the positions of the luminaries and the planets as they had moved each day after the actual birthday. Those planetary movements cause changes in the influences and trends which were instilled within each person’s cosmic entity, imbedded within each of our soul being, to be played out or utilized as a cosmic plan.

The 10^th day after birth is taken to relate to circumstances and situations pertaining to the tenth year of life, the 20^th day after birth is related to the twentieth year of life, and so on, and so on.  Each day after birth is related to that year of life involvement. Truly something to be aware of, observed and utilized for ones learning benefit of their life.

Transitory Charts are the planets motions happening in the present tense..

The secret in this case was; because of the cosmic make-up of his entity, he had numerous water signs making up his being, and each time the moon would traverse through a water sign, it would cause the emotions within him to trigger his feelings over the slightest situations, ones that we most all go through, but he would be inclined to be over-reactive.

In the process of both of them learning of, and understanding this, cosmic cause of his extreme emotional state, she fell even more in love with him, and he finally realized also in that one day, that there was truly nothing for him to be overly concerned about, as to whether he was going crazy or not.  An extremely helpful insight as to the intensity of the cosmos.

So, after 4½ years of being together as boyfriend-girlfriend…
They were married within a month and were planning to travel
around the world before they would start to plan their family..

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Frank, one of my neighbors, down in Imperial Beach, (a suburb of San Diego) had a girlfriend of three years, Patsy.. They were almost inseparable during that whole time, wherever one went, there was the other. They swore they loved one another, but times were tough and Frank wasn’t doing well in the job market.

Patsy was from a rather well-to-do family from the La Jolla area, and Frank was from North Carolina, but had been moving around the country, looking for opportunity, love and prosperity.

They had met at someone’s party and were so infatuated with one another, that Patsy shortly left home as she had just turned 18. Much to the dismay of her parent’s wishes, as Frank was 3 years older than Patsy when they had met, and her folks had hoped Patsy would have went to college to continue her education.

Cosmically speaking I should bring to your attention, that Frank and Patsy were of opposites signs, (here’s the hubbub you may have heard, opposite signs do attract, but not always is there a compatibility) Frank, was a Sagittarius, and Patsy, was a Gemini, but I also saw that there were other things in their charts that caused a strong attraction as well, Frank’s Rising Sign was Libra and his moon was in the sign of Gemini.  Patsy’s Rising Sign was also Libra and her moon was in Sagittarius, causing such a cosmic attraction that it couldn’t be denied. Many of their other planets were in harmonious locations.

Anyway, Frank finds a job as a mate on a fishing boat, and after spending 24 hours a day with Patsy for just over 3 years, he’s now gone, 10-12 hours a day, out to sea, running fishing groups with his captain, Tim. When he’s back ashore, he’s exhausted and sleeps most all the rest of the time, six days a week, during the season..

After a few weeks, this becomes a very weary routine for Patsy who misses Frank desperately during the day and sort of, has a hard time dealing with this new change in their lives.. Frank loves his job, he comes home to a hot honey with dinner waiting, they’d jump into bed, then he passes out ‘til the next full day of fishing.

Oh, for the loves of a sailor, except I was never in to the fishing.

Capt. Tim and Frank had sort of, ‘hit it off‘ as Tim was like a big brother to Frank, by all appearances having a great relationship while making good money, having fun fishing and drinking with their clients as they sail around searching for the big fish of what ever is out there.. Lots of fishing parties, some staying out longer.

Patsy was going berserk, so Frank talked to Tim and got Patsy a job on board, slicing bait, making burgers, soups, and sandwiches, selling beers and shots.. She was very happy for a while..

And then the worst happened… Tim who was 25 years older than Patsy, started to desire her, and very slyly instilled innuendos and remarks that were geared to causing confusion between Patsy and Frank.. Although, I was never privileged to the exact conversational content, and after quite a few weeks went by that I had no contact with them at all, until things turned extremely sour aboard the boat.. (From the time Frank started the job past when Patsy hadn't come back to finish her cosmological session that she had started with me.)

Patsy had showed up at my place late one afternoon, just as I had got home from the base and told me that, Tim had beat the pulp out of Frank, saying Frank had slowly become angry with her the past few weeks, and had started fighting about weird things and that it seemed like Frank wanted her to leave the fishing boat..

The next thing she new, Tim was pounding on Frank and telling him to leave Patsy alone or he would kill him.. Frank was in the hospital with the left side of his head all swollen and, Tim had made Patsy come to stay at his place.. She became aware that Tim’s intentions, were not as honorable, as he had portrayed before. In fact, she was totally scared to death and asked if I’d help her out. I could tell she wanted to keep quiet as what she just told me.

Suddenly, Tim showed up, I told her I’d come to visit her tomorrow, and they left.

The next day, I went to visit at Tim’s house and he immediately walked me into his back room to show me his gun collection. A dozen rifles and shotguns and a big wallboard with another dozen, of the most beautiful metal-engraved, pearl-laden hand guns.

He pulled open the top drawer of his chest of drawers and there were dozens of boxes of shells with the lids all open, as he said, “And I keep them all loaded, too.” I told him they were beautiful. I changed the subject and moved out to the living room and sat with Patsy to talk about her new little puppy that Tim bought her.

She was portraying how cute he was and that he was doing all these cute little puppy things. After about 20 minutes, the dog was acting like he wanted to go outside and I started to bid my goodbyes as Patsy got the leash to take the dog out in the yard.

As we walked out into the yard, I whispered to Patsy, that tomorrow, I would drive by the other side of the garage near the corner at 4 pm, and to take the dog for a walk at 3:55, be ready to jump in the car, with what ever she wanted to take with her.

It worked, as Tim was involved with something and never realized Patsy was gone till we were out of sight. I took her to her parent’s house, whom she had not been to see for quite some time. They were thankful she was home. But I had to get home, QUICK..

I got back to my place just in time, when I heard the rumble of Tim’s cherried out and beefed-up ‘57 Chevy come roaring up the street, screeching to a stop, out front.. I figured I’d meet him in the yard to take a look at his car and act surprised he had come to visit me. He come running right straight up face-to-face, with his eyes rolling in opposite direction in his head, yelling, “Where’s Patsy, Is she in there..?” Of course, I had no idea where she was.

I was extremely glad that he wasn’t packing any of his fancy guns..

I found out over the next couple of days that Tim was in grave violation of his parole with having all the guns in his possession, and before they brought him up on the assault charges, he had ditched them somehow. He had disappeared for quite awhile.

After about four months go by….

Patsy rekindled her relationship with her parents and then shortly after, Frank had come over to visit with me to try to understand my perspective on what had happened. It had taken him awhile to heal his brain and to get all the booze and drugs out of his system.

He was extremely sorry he had said things to Patsy he had never meant to say, but Tim was telling him stuff that screwed up his thinking and they were drinking and drugging most every day. He missed her really bad and was wondering if I knew where she was or if she would even want to talk, or even see him again. I told him if it were to come about, he would have to start all over, Square 1.

I mentioned to Frank that,

I had talked to her on the phone once or twice, and told him if she called again, I’d ask her what she would want to do.. When he left, I called her and asked how she was doing. I told her I had to come out to her area and if I could see her, maybe meet her folks and that I’d like to take her to lunch.. She said, her folks very much wanted to meet me and thank me for helping her, so it was a date.

I wanted to get some insight as to whether she did want to meet with Frank and how things stood with her parents.. Frank had cleaned up well and now had a good job and was willing to swoon Patsy through a courtship to establish a proper relationship.

When I arrived and was introduced to her parents, they were full of appreciation, questions, and shocked that a big bearded sailor, was involved with a study of the cosmos and to hear of things they had never realized as being of such importance to our significance.

Patsy was excited to go to lunch, as she hadn’t gone anywhere or had done anything since when I had dropped her off four months ago. She said that she just stayed home, read books, ate right, and exercised with her Dad. She was now wondering why, I had asked her out. So I ask her about how she felt about Frank after she had this time to relax, dry out and reconnect with her folks.

She said that she had missed him, loved him, but she would never want to go through any turmoil like that ever again, for any man.. That’s when I had told her that Frank had been looking for her. That he had been missing her, also. That he was well and sober, and now had a decent job and was hoping, she didn’t hate him.
There were tears in her eyes when she told me she wanted to see him too, but was unsure of her folks, not wanting to ever hurt them again as she had before, so she didn’t know what to do.

I told her the same thing, that to make it right, they should allow it to happen as it should have from the beginning, a courtship of lunches and dinners, going to the movies and museums, and keeping proper hours with thorough respect to the wishes of her parents.

I told her that if she wanted, I would talk to her parents and that I would explain of what I would propose to Frank and if he’d agree to those terms and follow them as the guideline, would they be willing to have him over to meet them personally..? The past was the past, water under the bridge, a totally new beginning for all.

When Frank agreed to all the terms, I gave him the phone number.

It worked out tremendously. Within six months, Patsy and Frank were madly in love again, but this time her parents were as happy and excited about the relationship as any proud parents could be. They did get to plan their marriage for shortly there after.

Now some people may say, “What does this have to do with the cosmos.?” And here is just a quick synapses as to actually what had cosmically happened with the three entities, Patsy, Frank and nasty captain Tim..

If you recall I had mentioned cosmically speaking, that Frank and Patsy were of opposites signs. Frank, a Sagittarius, and Patsy, a Gemini, but also recall that there were other things in their charts that had helped cause such a strong attraction as well, Frank’s moon and Venus were in the sign of Gemini and Patsy’s moon and Venus were in Sagittarius causing a cosmic attraction that it couldn’t be denied. Other planets in their charts were in harmonious locations, as were their Rising Signs, both in Libra.

A very major, insightful opportunity given to me by the ‘Supreme Of Being’ because of, I was studying the cosmos. Just lucky to be there, and because of this insight I was able to defuse the situation, as any one of us, could have ended up dead.

About a year later, while watching the sunset and walking along the beach near the pier where the fishing boat had use to dock, I was getting weird pains in the back of my neck. As I turned to glance at the sunset, I noticed the boat was back and coming in.

I had moved to a different house, a half mile away from before, but we often would come down to the beach to watch the sunsets and we hadn’t seen the fishing boat since before the assault and kidnapping. But sure enough, there was that boat again and I’d swear, Tim was standing at the helm with his telescope, scoping me out.. We left the beach…

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Also while that whole scenario was playing out at the old house, other vitally important situations were happening in the researchers' and other’s lives.

During (1973) the year I lived at 3^rd & Daisy, that little house had an average of 12 phone calls per day from people who would ask us to do their chart and if we could help them understand a whole gauntlet of trials and tribulations. We had to tell everyone who wanted to understand the situations they were in, that they would have to get the time, date and locations of birth of all involved with whatever was going on.. Without that, we were limited in what we could explain.

There were many family and sibling situations that we had tried to bring some resolve to, but we were limited because of a variety of reasons..  Primarily, technology was lagging in the efforts of proper dissemination.  Now with computer systems, the great software that's available and more open-minded realization of what an understanding of the cosmos does offer, it will be easier to help people.

Another case in point, which had an eerie involvement surrounding the overall, started as well on one of those sunset watching beach walks.. We use to like to watch the sun set into the ocean, so we could observe the planet, Mercury, as it always sets within maybe 15 to 20 minutes after the sun had set, because its orbit is so close to it.

But on this particular day I was walking alone along the beach, when I heard a young voice yell out, “Mister, Mister Wizard…” As I turned to see who the wizard was, the young girl ran right up to me and asked if I could help her. I asked her why she called me, Mr. Wizard, and how did she know, that I would be able to help her..?

The young girl, Sandy, had told me that the word was out all over town that some guy was doing charts and trying to help people to understand what they'd meant.  She wanted to know about where the situation was going between her and her father.

I asked her if she knew her time, date and location of births for both her and her father, and as she didn’t, I asked for her phone number so I could call her later to get the information. She said if she could call me later, that it would be better. So I give her mine.

When she approached me, I thought she was about 14, but when she gave me her birth data, I recognized she was lacking just two months from turning 18. It was an interesting note to me, as she was so small in stature.  I thought there could be some indication in her chart.

When she called with the birth data, she had all hers, but only the birth date and location of her father, and I found out then, that the only time she could do the reading, was when she was supposed to be, at a high school choir practice.....  So we agreed to meet the next night..

I set up her chart and we met at the high school.. She indicated that this was the only time her stepfather would let her out of the house, outside of going to school. This was the first time she had mentioned he was her stepfather, and not her real father..

Even though I didn’t have his time of birth, I could still see that there was a whole lot of turmoil happening between their two cosmological charts.  It did not look like a compatible relationship was going on there and I tried to get some verbal verification to this.

She was hesitant about talking in depth about their relationship.

We had about two hours before he would come back and pick her up, so we just went through her chart as quick as we could and I found out she had three sisters and a younger brother...

I found out also, that her stepfather was the minister of a local church, who had married her mother with four daughters, when she was just four years old. She was the second oldest.. She said she didn’t really have any friends outside of her school classes.

I realized at that moment, that the next time we’d meet, I should introduce her to the friends that I had, that were her age and who were studying the cosmos along with me. So we established the next time we would meet and she then went to the front of the school to get picked up by her stepfather. Little, did I know…

As I laid out his chart and had referenced their synastry analysis graphs of the two charts, I recognized lots of hard core turmoil and many obstacles between their two natal and progressed charts.

That Wednesday, the kids were to have a party over in Chula Vista, the same night Sandy and I were scheduled to meet to complete the chart work, so as soon as she got to the van, I told her I’d like to have her meet the rest of the girls and guys as they help learn and they could all get know her and be her new friends too..

She was excited and agreed as long as we got back to the school so she wouldn’t be in trouble with her father, and we would discuss a reading of his chart the next time.  But on the way back, coming around the bend, on the out skirts of Chula Vista, there it was…..

As the road bends to the right around a small rise, where the driveways were cut into the bank to get up to the properties just above it, suddenly out of one of them, pops a white station wagon, and it’s dragging along slower than I was moving. So, as to avoid plowing into his rear end, I had to swerve into the oncoming lane, only to find when I get out there, two oncoming cars come into view..

Whoops… That forces me to the far-side shoulder of the road. As I hit the brakes, I’m running out of road shoulder because it narrowed down to about half as wide as my van.. We get stopped, but are sitting on the edge, teeter-tottering.. And as Sandy got all excited, she jumped over into my lap. Whoops, again.

Her weight on my side of the van causes us to start to roll down the hill. I stuffed my left arm under the steering wheel and wrapped my right arm around her waist, and over and over we went.

The first roll-over, the roof smashes down, banging down on our heads and the second roll smashes out one headlight and then after two complete rolls, it suddenly comes to a stop right back on it‘s wheels…Yikes.. We are in a world of trouble. No injuries, just bumps and bruises.

Now this is where it got very strange..
As we worked our way out of the smashed and crumpled van at the bottom of the hill, the 2 people who were driving head-on toward us had stopped, 2 people from neighboring houses had come out as one of the drivers had went to use their phone to call the highway patrol, or the Chula Vista Police, who then called, the paramedics. Someone had called the tow truck company, as he arrived also.

Here’s the tally, 2 drivers, 2 neighbors, 2 patrolmen, 2 policemen, 2 EMT, and shortly thereafter, 1 tow truck driver. Whoever was driving the white station wagon never looked nor did they ever come back. 

Unless it was Sandy’s Angel setting up the scenario..

Someone was most assuredly, looking over us as the events unfolded.

Here’s an overview; A 26 year-old sailor out with an almost 18 year-old minister’s stepdaughter, returning from a birthday party, instead of where she was supposed to be, at a high school choir practice. After the EMTs determined we were physically fine, everyone left except the tow truck driver. It took us 3 hours to get the van up the hill, into town and our friends to come get us, so we could take the young lady home, and for me to face her minister stepfather for the first time, to straighten this out.

As we walked to the front door, he came running out ranting and raving, cussing and spouting things that I never thought a minister would even think about, let alone speak, of one’s own daughter. Most of what he spoke totally astounded me.  I recalled the negativity we saw within his chart, as he allowed me to understand, he was not in positive control.

Everyone of us have positive and negative influences and trends that make up our cosmic entities.  It is our FREE WILL, along with our human intellect, and the capability of recognition of what’s right, from what’s wrong, that truly separates us from the barbaric and hideous.  We all fight for control of ourselves, but there are lines that most assuredly, must not be crossed or else…

It was 3:00 AM and I had to get up and go to sea that very morning to teach. I needed to rest and mend a bit. I knew I wanted to help Sandy further, cause things just didn’t seem right, and I had to bid farewell gracefully, so I asked her father, “Would it be alright if I call Sandy tomorrow to make sure she was all right..?” He was flustered, but agreed, and went right back into the nasty, derogatory remarks that he had spoke of before. 

I felt the need to explain to him as to who I was, and of what I had to go do very soon.. So I eased into some of the answers to questions that he should have been asking and also to break into his rhetoric.  I was extremely uncomfortable with him, so I spoke and tried to add some positive notes to the situation.

After getting his attention again, I felt that I’d impose upon him for an opportunity to take his daughter to a Roberta Flack concert coming up. I felt that it would be helpful to improve Sandy’s singing and her desire to make new and fine friends, and not having to be sneaky about it.. It was like I verbally punched him in the nose as he was startled, but agreed that we could do that.. So I bid good morning and left… It was very rough for me that day at sea with the aches and pains I had all over.

Later that same day, there were many people calling the house.  I met a guy named Fred, who had come to the house to make my acquaintance.  Fred was an older guy though, 48..  I was leery right off the bat, as to just what his real purpose was for coming to see me.  He said he was looking for his stepdaughter (18) as she had run away from home.

In fact, Sarah had come to visit me about two weeks prior to her stepfather, Fred’s visit. She was searching for an understanding of the synastry relationship with a nineteen year-old guy, whom she had known for almost two years but was not allowed to see, because her step-dad didn’t like the boy when they’d first met when they were 16. He was just enough older than she, that during a brief period they were the same age, unless you were to use a measurement count using months.

Ironically, their meeting may have been more than just a gift of comfort to each of them as they were extremely compatible, synastry speaking, and he was very helpful to her educationally, because he helped tutored her so she could graduate high school, and that changed her opinion of herself as they fell in love, for sure.

It was better for her to stay with Ed as opposed to her abusive stepfather, who may have also had unhealthy psychological demands he placed upon her.  I had no real spoken proof of that, as we did not delve into whether she was being sexually abused or even active at all..  There were key indications of that likelyhood, though. 

His cosmological chart implied a self-centered confusion of ego and his misuse of an authority that he had thought he earned by his marrying her mother. It was difficult to convince him otherwise, as he was a loose cannon, often trying to learn information I was not about to reveal.. I had to keep him close, to keep an eye on him.

I was involved with some musicians at that time, and some arts and crafts, health and fitness ladies, we wanted to establish a soup and sandwich luncheonette with a fruit/vegetable smoothie drink bar to allow musicians and comedians a chance to perform for the lunchtime crowd, in the lounge of the downtown, San Diego Hotel..

It had been trashed and neglected for many years when we had found the downtown hotel basement ballroom.. We proposed our plan to the owners of the hotel. They agreed to allow us to use the lounge, along with OUR stipulation, that we did not want any alcohol or smoking to be authorized in the lounge area as our arrangement.

We then cleaned up the filth and abuse, made repairs, repainted the walls, the girls painted beautiful murals on the walls where appropriate, established the venues, menus, business permits and schedules.. It became a very lovely place within a month's continued working as a team.

We brought in appropriate cooking, mixing and serving equipment, made the proper advertisements, and was excited when our opening day arrived. That’s when the #1 problem surfaced unannounced.

Fred, being the type businessman that he was, worked behind the scenes and had established a hidden agenda that undermined, what we were wanting for our project.. When we came in, we found that they had moved in booze and ashtrays, and that there were ladies of the night floating around the premises and it made our group totally sick of what we found out, was an unconscionable disregard of our initial agreement.

When the management imposed a change in the venue against our desires, they had breached the integrity and benefit that would have done their community a service, with healthy food and fun, and good music for all.  Instead, they continually chose the negative path of their destruction for their miserable mentions and our sadness.

And as we could have taken them to court for a breach of contract, we elected, we didn’t want to be involved with them at all, after that..  We suspected that there were also members of the mob of morons, behind the workings and manipulation of the poor folk being mishandled and prostituted. 

During this chain of events, I had moved to another house and Fred had asked if he could use one of the rooms as he was having troubles at home.

It was no wonder as a few other pieces of evidence had come into recognition that filled in the blanks of his obnoxious behavior and that having him near was helpful for learning more about him, and maybe a little safer knowing where he was and what he was up to, rather than to have him lurking around doing whatever negative-minded thinking people do, when they are confused and frustrated.  He most likely would have been plotting someone's demise.

The people Fred was dealing with, had dumped him, when we walked away, and he was angry with me for not following through with our project.. I had told him of the influences and trends that he had needed to work on to improve his life’s karma and relationships, and because of those things that we had recognized during his readings, and of the fact that he would lose out unless, he would work more toward, a positive life value.  He elected to neglect my advice, thinking he would make more money.

While recognizing and controlling, negative aspects of trends and influences in one’s chart, and accentuating the positive aspects of trends and influences, we could thus bring more harmony to all...

An important point to ponder here is that, for all those people, who would like to truly understand as much about themselves, their families and friends, as possible, this mindset would allow for a much better future to unfold for everyone and thus bring about peace, prosperity and harmony to prevail for ALL… This is what is known as the “cosmo-psychological understanding” of our macrocosmic realm of being.. Part of the trinity of BEING.. Yourself, your family and friends...

Fred had brought a gallon of Southern Comfort in, and set about drowning his sorrows. He asked for me to come have a drink with him and to play a game of chess.. (Since we had met, we had played at least a game or two a day, I had always lost to him.) I told him one drink only, as I had a whole lot of things to take care of.

I was dealing with other things.. One of them was helping Sandy with her situation and it was coming up to the night of “the Roberta Flack Concert.” I was really looking forward to this. It was actually Sandy’s first date ever, and getting out for the night was most obvious on her face when I picked her up, I knew she’d have fun.

I talked a little on the way about what the girls and I were studying but unless you can sit down and see it from the get-go, it’s not all that easy to conceive as to how it would work. On the way home I told her of a Deep Purple Concert that was coming up and that I had acquired some tickets and would ask her father, if I could take her, if she would like to go.. Obviously, she was super excited that I would do that. And we agreed that she had to keep her grades up and behave, because the concert was 3 weeks away, a week after her 18^th birthday.  And she needed to graduate with her class...

When we walked up to the house, the minister immediately opened the door. I told him, we had a great time and that I felt Sandy could one day sing as beautiful as Roberta had, cause she had sung along with a lot of the songs. And before he had anything negative to say, I popped the question that I wanted to take Sandy to the Deep Purple concert that was coming up, for her birthday present…

I could see that it had startled him again and the fact that, I was bold enough to continue this relationship, made him step back and contemplate before he said, “I’ll agree, she can go, but only you can pick her up, and only you can drop her off..”

A stupid sailor’s joke someone had told me, had came to mind. But I had to refrain from laughing.

I agreed to his terms, thinking, "What do you think I’m going to do, leave her in a tree…?" Believe me, it was a stupid joke.. But it got me through the moment, and made me think as I was walking out to the car… 'I better make sure I didn’t have the watch guard duty that night..' For when a sailor has shore duty, there is at least one day out of the month, you have to stand a watch duty all night long, unless you can find someone else to fill in for your duty, or if you can trade off. 

And as I was driving and calculating, when was the last time I had the watch….

Sure enough, I was up for the duty that night and would have to find someone to stand in for my duty before then… But at this precise moment, I have got to deal with Fred….cause earlier when I last saw him, he was in his drunken stupor when I had left.

As I pulled up to the house, I saw the light on in his room and when I entered the house I heard a loud noise as if he had fallen, so I went straight to his door and knocked.. I asked if he was all right, and heard a moan of a reply, so I opened the door and as I stepped in to help him, a huge butcher knife flew over my shoulder and sunk into the doorway casing. I was pissed, but I wasn’t going to take the bait, because one of us would die. It wouldn’t be me if I could prevent it.. He was too drunk to be nothing, but trouble….

I pulled the knife out of the wood, told him to sleep it off, and that we were going to talk in the morning, for sure.. I locked the door, stepped out, closed it so no one else would accidentally go in even if he did cry out for help. If he did, we would call the cops. We would let them deal with this guy, if he started anything now. Obviously, I didn’t sleep well that night. Thank God for Saturdays.

I spent the night reviewing his charts and thinking about what I had learned. Fred was an ex-biker, and an ex-con, paroled after serving 11 years for murder 3^rd degree. With the situation of last night, and lousing up our business, I’d have to ask him to leave now.

He was quite hung over because he had drank more than half the gallon of Southern Comfort and actually, I was surprise he was even alive, but I’m not a drinker. I’ll have a mixed drink or three, but that is about my limit.. Other drinkers may not have made it alive either, so I went to talk with him, when I heard he was up..

He told me he was in fact, totally depressed about how things had worked out and he wished he had paid more attention to what I had been telling him all along, but he had a hard time dealing with following orders, especially from someone 20 years younger than he, which was, me.

I told him, he had cost us a lot of time, money and opportunity and at this point no one was happy with him around.. And after he had thrown a knife at me, I had no interest in even trying to help some one who wasn’t interested in helping himself.

He apologized profusely for his behavior the night before and stated that things were going wrong all around for him and that he had to go to Arizona to take care of some family business and personal problems. He wanted me to lend him some money so he could take a bus.

The trouble was,

I needed every buck I had and in fact, needed $50 to add to money for a down payment for a used car I found to replace my totaled van. A friend of mine traded me a ‘63 Chrysler Cordoba for my squashed van because he worked for a body shop and he wanted my van and was able to repair it for his own future use.

The Chrysler leaked everything and needed constant mechanical attention of fluids, although it ran great. I told Fred if he gave me $50, I’d sell him the car and he could drive himself around to do whatever he needed to do. He figured he’d deal with it. I made a bill of sale, kept a transfer invoice, signed the title, he was gone. 

As soon as he was gone, the rest of the cosmic research crew felt tremendously relieved as well, and we all got back to work. Every one was absolutely amazed as to the learning opportunity that the incident had allowed them. There were similar correlations to some other charts we were studying and we had all hoped that those few relationships would turn out without any violence in them.

Most all of them, were minor family or spousal grievances and sibling squabbles that occur in families all around the world.. But along with these understandings of the cosmological implications, was a recognition of what was going on with each and all participants who became willing to agree, to disagree, but also willing to learn more of what the cosmological rationale was all about.

Our limitations were, that to do this properly, we needed to have a computer system to handle the amount of input so that, the people calling on a daily basis would be able to go directly into processing for their participation in the search for an understanding of hope.

At that time, there were computer systems, but not the software to operate the systems. And although there was text to establish rational insight as to the influences and trends occurring all the time, there was not the speed to compute and present the displays that would readily offer immediate response teams the capability.

We now have that computer and software capability, but presently lack those intellectually and compassionately qualified to render those services needed to help the many numbers who will need to be assisted in learning what is happening and, what they could do about it. We will change that rapidly within the next few years.

But right now I should get back to the situation for Deep Purple.

Sure enough as luck would have it, everybody who could or would have stood the watch for me were also going to the Deep Purple concert and I was stuck with the duty. And remembering what the minister had said, had caused much angst in my mind, because I was not going to deny Sandy, the chance to go to this concert..

So I told Arlene to call Sandy, and tell her we would drive up to the house and to just come out and get into the car.. And when it was time to drop her off, if Sandy’s stepfather was going to make a fuss about it, that I would see him in the morning when I was relieved from duty. Boy, was I ever to be surprised later that night…

Arlene had called me after the concert and told me that they had a great time at the concert, but that Sandy refused to go home.. Of course, my first thought was, ‘boy am I in trouble now‘, and asked if I could speak to her.  She told on the phone that, ‘She was now 18 and didn’t have to go home’ and, ‘if I were to make her go home she would run away and no one would ever see her again..’  I couldn't have that....

She ask me if she could stay with us until she figured out what she was going to do.. And I told her of course she could, but insisted that she would have to stay in and finish school as she was a senior, and she had only 8 weeks left to go.. She agreed.

Arlene told me when Sandy’s stepfather called to tell her to come home, she told him to, “Go F--k yourself,” and in hearing that, I knew we had a serious situation. All we could do was monitor what was going on, and hope that some light would be shed as to what was truly behind the scenes of these cosmic implications, as I said before we were all novices and learning as we went along.

During the first week Sandy was borrowing some of the other girls clothes to wear to school and about midway through the 2^nd week, we realized we were going to have to get her own clothes..

So, Arlene called Sandy's mom and set up a chance for us to go out and get them. And as we were enroute, Arlene said to Sandy, “ You have to tell Will what you told me, he needs to know everything you said to me earlier..”

I said to Sandy, “You have to tell me what you said, you know we are on your side but we need to know everything we can about the cases we are working on.. We are new at this and it works better when we have all the information we can possibly get, so please just tell me..”

She told us that, from the time that she was 14 years-old, her stepfather had been molesting her once or twice a week. He had made her do all kinds of terrible things for him and described a few.. She felt so sick and bad about this, she never wanted to have anyone know about these things he had done, and that he had also told her he’d kill her and bury her body if she ever told anyone, even a hint about it.  It had scared her..

I told her we were on her side and that it will never happen again..

I also told her that we were going to need back up, and I had to get Gary over to the house before we arrived.  I told her we will keep what she told us just amongst us, but we had to have back up.. All the stuff I had viewed cosmologically speaking had just fell into place, and I knew that now was the time to act and be prepared. 

I pulled over and used the nearest telephone. As we were driving from Imperial Beach, and headed to Escondido, I told Gary who was living in El Cajon, that they could arrive just before we would get there and to just play out front along the sidewalk. Act like they were kids who lived on the block, using Frisbees, tossing a balls, playing tag.. Hopscotch. It would be just the diversion that would be needed and he agreed.

I love that guy, Gary….

He was there with a dozen kids playing catch out in the street, some of the kids were acting like they were neighbors, playing tag and wrestling across the three yards.. And little did I know just how important that diversion was really going to be.

As I pulled into the driveway, Arlene, Sandy and I got out of the car and walked up to the door.. There was the minister standing there with a 22 cal. rifle.. He said, “Don’t you come in here..”   I said, I'm not here for violence, but the girls wanted to get Sandy's clothes that her mother had packed in boxes already.

His true, 13 year-old son was standing right next to him, and as I got to the steps he handed the gun to his son to hold on me as he said, “If that man moves a muscle to come into this house, you shoot him..” The flashback to my body with holes in it, now seemed to be a possible reality..

I said to the two feistiest girls on our crew, “Arlene, Lorrinda, you girls go in and help Sandy gather up her clothes and come right back out. No fussing, just the clothes..” And to the young boy, I said, “I’m not gonna move a muscle anywhere, but I’ll stand right here, in case the girls should need help carrying stuff to the car..”

Sandy’s mom had clothes already in boxes so the girls were in and out in less than five minutes and as they come out, I just walked backwards to the car, thanking the young boy for being so brave and recognizing I was not here to make trouble.. Everybody moved to their cars and off we went, as my heart started pumping again.

Obviously, everyone was on a buzz and I was thinking hard about that dream I’d had, hoping that, that was the end of that.. (I have never had as bad a dream as that neither before, nor since..) I’m sure that Arlene has thought of that time over the years as well, as well… But it was not over.

Even though we had learned of what the turmoil was about, and what we were seeing in the synastry charts, we knew that things were still going to be rough.. We wanted Sandy to talk to the police, but she was too scared.. We told her we would back her up, whatever her decision was, and what about her sisters..? Did she ever see signs of them being abused or having trouble around the house…?

A couple of weeks went by, Sandy was eating like a horse, and we could see she was appearing happier each day, and she was doing better in school, BUT…then one day, her mom came to the school. Her mom was worried and concerned as to why Sandy had done this.. Sandy was now strong enough and knew that we loved her and would stand by her, so she told her mother everything, and her mother passed out right there in the nurse’s office..

When they revived her with the salts and help her to regain her composure, her mom said she had to talk to her sisters. Wham, he was now nailed, sure enough he had started to molest the third oldest daughter as well. What a piece of work… The mom had him arrested.. He went straight to the pokey…

Another week or so had gone by and we were gearing up for Sandy’s graduation and as I was an instructor at the naval base, things were becoming busy for me there also. At work, we had been transferring most our navigational and ship's information data from the old, early 1950’s style of computers systems, to the new Honeywell magnetic tape system with video monitors and graphic plotting tables..  That was extremely helpful and exciting. 

Some concerns were coming into play here. We found out the minister was about to get out of jail by pleading guilty to the lesser charges and thus be out on the street in short order. The girls were absolutely horrified of his threats and felt that he would be haunting them forever once he got out. 

The girls were not yet called to bear witness and things seemed like this guy was actually going to get out and I had never heard of any such malarkey.

A bit more truth here, as I must say, I'd spent my last three years in the navy wearing a short-haired wig and had on occasion, have it ‘tightened up’ and my wiggest, who was the best, had moved his shop from downtown San Diego to La Jolla, a bit further away… But, I knew he was the only one to go to.

Whenever I would go visit him, he was always interested, in an update as to what I was up to.. Obviously, at this meeting I was livid and frustrated that this child molester was about to get out of jail with his hand spanked after doing such despicable things to these young girls and maybe others also.

I was getting all stretched out of shape, as so was my wig..

I’d been discussing this from the time that I had sat in his chair until I was almost done, hoping he may have known some answers or insight as to how this could be happening. I had never heard such a thing as plea bargaining.

Then Wayne said, “ Your done but, maybe you should stay a few moments and speak with my next client. He may know what this plea bargaining is about..”

So as I get out of the chair, in walks this guy about a foot shorter than I. He looked Italian, but he was wearing this huge afro-looking wig and at any other time I may have burst right out laughing.. But I was worked up now. 

And right behind him is another guy who was with him, but, duh, nothing registers in my head because I’m a talking, and ranting about this mess.. 

So I start all over again about how this guy is getting off on the lesser charges, and I’m ranting and raving about these girls being so scared, and how can somebody get away with doing the stuff that he was doing to them.

And the short guy asks, “How do you know about this case..?

So I told him,

About this young girl running up to me on the beach, and the concert, and the accident, and me and the crew studying the cosmos, and her turning 18, and then moving into my house while I was on guard duty, and now she’s been staying with us for the past month and a half, so she can finish school cause the minister moved to Escondido, thinking he was gonna get away with it all..

But I don’t know how he can, cause this ain’t right, is it..? 

And this guy says, “Boy, are you lucky.. It so happens that, my partner here and I are the detectives on this case, and we’ve been talking to the minister on and off for the past week or so, and the girls are being sort of protected, so that we haven’t spoke with them, we’ve had no idea as to what you were just talking about or that anything like that, was going on… So we’re going to check this new line of conversation out, and we’ll be getting back to you..”

I think that we were all flabbergasted that we were to actually meet under the most strangest circumstances and that in fact, it must have been a divine intervention, of the ‘BIG GUY IN THE SKY’ kind… Again… For us to have come from miles apart, from different directions, and to meet in the same location haphazardly… Whoa… The minister had ticked off somebody up there….

About a week later I received a message that the minister had admitted to the crimes he had committed, and also changed his plea to, ‘not guilty by reason of insanity‘ and he was sentenced to a year in a mental rehabilitation ward..

I would say the maniac minister got off extremely lightly…

He should have received a ten year sentence, easily.

Gary got married to one of the ladies in our initial study group.. Lorrinda, Gary’s niece got married to, Mark N., who looked liked, sang like and played guitar just as good as, Eric Clapton. Sandy had married a sailor and a couple years later, I heard she had a daughter of her own. Arlene G. married one of our clients.

There are many other stories from that Imperial Beach group study,but most all of those need to be told by the assistant researchers whom were right there doing those interviews & communications. There were more happenings on a continued basis after I,d moved north to Pasadena.. But, for now

I shall close this chapter with some information for the many of those who may be religiously-minded, so they know that, as I was raised as a Christian Scientist, and had went through bible study with Jehovah’s Witness over a period of 6 months..  Primarily, because they were wanting to know what I was doing & why.

I’m an independent thinker, a determined soul, dedicated to saving a future for my ancestry, my young, and all the ancestry of others who can visualize this.

My wife was raised as a Seventh Day Adventist.. We had attended briefly and were married at Grace Methodist Church, where her brothers were married.  She became involved with the Central Baptist Church nearby for the opportunity to sing praise to the Lord, and later became involved with other congregations. She’s a consistent bible reader, prays and listens to sermons on-line. She is a remarkable woman who wants to help everyone but the children are her most favorite people.