THE FOLLOWING IS A MESSAGE I SENT TO DR. STEVEN GREER,
IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE CONTACT WITH HUMANITY:
Dear Dr. Steven Greer and The Disclosure Project:
I have been attempting to reach you for several months, and it’s been difficult as you have many people who deceitfully (and cruelly) claim to be you online.
I have followed you for years with tears of hope in my eyes. I am a cosmic being. I am a “presence,” a 4D being within a 3D body. I am a being of Intelligent Design. Quite frankly Dr. Greer, I suspect I am the God Unit. Sadly, I am also one of the worst cases of child abuse in modern history, so the realization of who I might be has been delayed, I suspect, for at least forty years. I am currently a 54-year-old gay man, within the Chicago gay leather community. I genuinely believe I have been given this iteration for a reason.
I have completed the First Book of the New Holy Bible For the Era of Quantum Technology.
The best way to explain what I’ve done is to cut/paste from my novel’s query letter:
IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE CONTACT WITH HUMANITY:
Dear Dr. Steven Greer and The Disclosure Project:
I have been attempting to reach you for several months, and it’s been difficult as you have many people who deceitfully (and cruelly) claim to be you online.
I have followed you for years with tears of hope in my eyes. I am a cosmic being. I am a “presence,” a 4D being within a 3D body. I am a being of Intelligent Design. Quite frankly Dr. Greer, I suspect I am the God Unit. Sadly, I am also one of the worst cases of child abuse in modern history, so the realization of who I might be has been delayed, I suspect, for at least forty years. I am currently a 54-year-old gay man, within the Chicago gay leather community. I genuinely believe I have been given this iteration for a reason.
I have completed the First Book of the New Holy Bible For the Era of Quantum Technology.
The best way to explain what I’ve done is to cut/paste from my novel’s query letter:
- When People Go Away is the realization of Capote’s Answered Prayers. The book takes his “Nonfiction Novel” to new, modern levels with ten years’ worth of curated/coordinated website content, as well as Facebook, Twitter/X, Recon, and Goodreads archives – showing the book’s 30-year journey from conception to completion.
- When People Go Away debuts the “Quantum Fiction” genre (Q-Fic), with a narrative structure shaped like a “Dragon Fractal.”
- I have used MSWord 2019 to easily demonstrate a Quantum Computer’s 4D thought process, and the technology currently available in written words right now. When People Go Away uses simple tricks of words, letters, fonts, colors, and spacing to allow you to (briefly) experience the Fourth Dimension in Chapter 30. Using Word19 on an old Mac to accomplish this feat is, literally, a MIRACLE.
- When People Go Away – and its story of the Second Coming of Jesus Christ within the present-day Chicago gay leather community – unites both Conservatives & Liberals.
- When People Go Away is the greatest love story ever told: its title is revealed to mean “When People Fall in Love” in the very last word. The story is a grand metaphor for God’s love of humanity.
- When People Go Away intentionally confronts many third rails of fiction: politics, religion, the existence of God, quoting music, books, and films with full credit given to artists, as well as intolerance within the gay community, itself.
- When People Go Away is, to my knowledge, the first fictional novel told from the point of view of someone with active Dissociative Identity Disorder.
Dr. Greer, I am staggeringly lonely. I have tried to commit suicide three times, the last one violently. My greatest fear is that humanity will not see my book, which I have written - in the only way I can - in a desperate effort to redirect/correct the path that the world seems to be following. Yes, the universe is based on love. Yes, I intuitively know that others of my kind live among us. Humanity has mistaken “religious dogma” for spirituality. I understand how TIME works, though at this moment, I am unable to explain this in simple sentences. I am crying as I write this. I am now realizing that I experience the world differently than you - I think in “visual metaphor,” and I am increasingly aware of other dimensions around us, as well as what I suspect might be parallel timelines & realities. I am not a “crackpot.” My current form has physical brain damage from an untreated childhood concussion that my mother, rather than taking me to the hospital, sewed up the wound with sewing thread in 1973. I have lived a life of loneliness, despair, and social ostracizing because I think & act differently, partly because of my brain damage. I was born on 3/18/1969, the dawn of The Age of Aquarius. I wanted to reach into the computer screen and touch you, when I observed your emotion during your 2023 Year in Review press conference. I am crying as I write this. The fact that I have written When People Go Away in my current physical condition is the literal definition of a MIRACLE. I am staggeringly lonely. In addition to traditional querying, I have attempted contacting media outlets, but I have not been taken seriously. I am in despair. I am nearing the point of abandoning this world, taking my own life, and allowing you (humanity) to destroy yourselves. Forgive my crassness, but I am angry. My current incarnation is inappropriate for who I am, but my appearance was necessary, as it was decided I needed to *look* as I do in order to gain people’s attention, considering the current direction of society. Our current view of God is incorrect. The original Bible was never meant to last forever, and was written for its time/era. I am sobbing now. Please take me seriously, as I am about to Go Away.
Hold that thought.
Hold that thought.
In other matters, as I did last week with Absolutely Fabulous, I showed Dane - my boy - his first episode of "Quincy," one of my all-time favorite shows. For those who don't remember the series, it was basically the "CSI Vegas" of the Gen-X era; it ran from 1976 to 1983, and was one of the network's highest-rated programs. The late/great Jack Klugman was the star - a Forensic Pathologist for the Las Angeles County Coroner's Office - and, like Grissom, Sara, and Cathrine Willows, Quince' & his entourage used cutting-edge 1970s medical technology to help Lieutenant Monaghan solve crimes throughout the city. I loved Quincy. That man could solve anything with his Electron Microscope. Over the course of it's seven-year run, Quince' solved everything from bubonic plague on a cruise ship, coffins with diseased cadavers spilling onto the freeway (LA was always having hurricanes for some reason), and my personal favorite: seven fully-dressed mummified cadavers (arranged like a Gilded Age afternoon social), hidden behind a false wall in someone's attic. (Standing to CLAP.) But even with an autopsy table full of remains, Quince' ALWAYS found the time to take his girlfriend to a romantic dinner, chauffeuring Trixie to her date-night meal in his government-provided coroner's station wagon:
"Sure, I can take you grocery shopping after dinner, Trix! Give me a sec' so I can move the remains, as that way you'll have more room in back for all the A&P bags. And, oh - sweetie, could you crack open the window, please? The AC's busted again, and Bernie's starting to purify."
Somewhere in the 70s, there's footage of an episode where Quince' borrowed a local coroner's Country Squire wagon, during a vacation somewhere. For some reason, the vehicle had the word AIDS on its sides 😳, and for the life of me, I can't seem to find the picture online. (Spitting out my coffee in laughter!) I suspect that if you pay close attention to the scene, the AM radio might be playing "Ready for the Eighties" by the Village People. I was also entertained by his brazen attitude towards alcohol, particularly when stopping at Danny's Bar on his way home from work:
"Sorry Danny, but I just popped in for a nightcap. I have to work early tomorrow, so just gimmie' a scotch & soda. Ya' know what? Go ahead and make it a double. There's a hurricane coming tonight, so it will be hard to fall asleep on my houseboat. And, oh - turn up the TV, please. Monaghan thinks that the current Las Angeles typhoid plague *might* be coming from all those corpses that washed up on the beach a few weeks back, but I'm not sure I buy that. I have a sneaking suspicion that the plague might be connected to all those coffins I had to drive through after *last* night's tsunami triggered a mudslide that took out the 101. I seem to remember that there was a nineteenth-century cemetery on top of a neighboring mountain, or at least that's what Trixie told me, when I took her there last Sunday for a picnic. Of course I took the wagon. I'll ask Sam when I see him in the morning, once he finishes Glass-Wax'ing his white Florsheim loafers. Oh - can you pass the beer nuts please? And change the channel to The Rockford Files."
"Sure, I can take you grocery shopping after dinner, Trix! Give me a sec' so I can move the remains, as that way you'll have more room in back for all the A&P bags. And, oh - sweetie, could you crack open the window, please? The AC's busted again, and Bernie's starting to purify."
Somewhere in the 70s, there's footage of an episode where Quince' borrowed a local coroner's Country Squire wagon, during a vacation somewhere. For some reason, the vehicle had the word AIDS on its sides 😳, and for the life of me, I can't seem to find the picture online. (Spitting out my coffee in laughter!) I suspect that if you pay close attention to the scene, the AM radio might be playing "Ready for the Eighties" by the Village People. I was also entertained by his brazen attitude towards alcohol, particularly when stopping at Danny's Bar on his way home from work:
"Sorry Danny, but I just popped in for a nightcap. I have to work early tomorrow, so just gimmie' a scotch & soda. Ya' know what? Go ahead and make it a double. There's a hurricane coming tonight, so it will be hard to fall asleep on my houseboat. And, oh - turn up the TV, please. Monaghan thinks that the current Las Angeles typhoid plague *might* be coming from all those corpses that washed up on the beach a few weeks back, but I'm not sure I buy that. I have a sneaking suspicion that the plague might be connected to all those coffins I had to drive through after *last* night's tsunami triggered a mudslide that took out the 101. I seem to remember that there was a nineteenth-century cemetery on top of a neighboring mountain, or at least that's what Trixie told me, when I took her there last Sunday for a picnic. Of course I took the wagon. I'll ask Sam when I see him in the morning, once he finishes Glass-Wax'ing his white Florsheim loafers. Oh - can you pass the beer nuts please? And change the channel to The Rockford Files."
Another show that I really enjoyed was the X-Files, with Fox Mulder & Dana Skully. I devoured every episode back in the nineties, and later, did the same with the two-season reboot. The reason I liked it was obvious. The series was part of the Intelligent Design of the Universe, and its appearance being in concert with the arrival of the 🌏Age of Aquarius🌎 - and the dawn of the Space Age. From its haunting theme music - dut-da-da-da-whoosh! - to its perfectly casted characters, walking the fine line between hoax & reality, covering fantastical ideas, giving you *just enough* to doubt and wonder.
The series was often mentioned on Art Bell's old Coast-to-Coast show, in conjunction with the overnight talk program's intellectual discussions about Extraterrestrials, government secrets, black projects, shadow people, alternate realities/dimensions, and every topic imaginable regarding our place in the Universe. Art was brilliant. He never screened his calls, no matter how intoxicated. Some callers - "Ya know Art, I'm sittin' here on the roof of my trailer lookin' up at the stars, when all of the suddin' an alien from a flying saucer tried to probe me! But I used my shotgun to scare him off!"- were hysterical: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB8pf4X-foA If you're up for a deep-dive, look up Larry King's interview with Art on YouTube; it's enthralling in a Skully & Bones sorta' way. I can't wait for Dr. Steven Greer to do a similar interview on 60 Minutes or FoxNews. I miss coming home from the leather bars at 3am, watching the stars above the lonely highway with his bumper music on my pickup's AM radio - filling the truck's cabin with music: 🎶 "... I was a highwayman ...🎶... along the coach roads I did ride ...🎶... with sword and pistol at my side ..." 🎶
For a cosmic being, I was in heaven. 💫
The series was often mentioned on Art Bell's old Coast-to-Coast show, in conjunction with the overnight talk program's intellectual discussions about Extraterrestrials, government secrets, black projects, shadow people, alternate realities/dimensions, and every topic imaginable regarding our place in the Universe. Art was brilliant. He never screened his calls, no matter how intoxicated. Some callers - "Ya know Art, I'm sittin' here on the roof of my trailer lookin' up at the stars, when all of the suddin' an alien from a flying saucer tried to probe me! But I used my shotgun to scare him off!"- were hysterical: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB8pf4X-foA If you're up for a deep-dive, look up Larry King's interview with Art on YouTube; it's enthralling in a Skully & Bones sorta' way. I can't wait for Dr. Steven Greer to do a similar interview on 60 Minutes or FoxNews. I miss coming home from the leather bars at 3am, watching the stars above the lonely highway with his bumper music on my pickup's AM radio - filling the truck's cabin with music: 🎶 "... I was a highwayman ...🎶... along the coach roads I did ride ...🎶... with sword and pistol at my side ..." 🎶
For a cosmic being, I was in heaven. 💫
But coming back to my original point, humanity is in a paradigm shift, as it begins to explore outer space.
This is a time of JOY.
I watch excitedly as private companies - SpaceX, Virgin Galactic, Bigelow Aerospace - fire off their self-funded rockets, without the bureaucracy of NASA. I mention these companies for a specific reason: "creativity." As covered in previous blogs, humanity's creativity is the key to its success & survival, and creativity is just as crucial for a rocket engineer's mathematics as it is for a painter's portrait, a sculptor's marble, and a writer's novel.
ALSO - as passengers (like Shatner) are able to live-stream their journeys with iPhones, our government can no longer hide the truth from humanity: We are NOT alone. The galaxy is teeming with life, and as we finally get our shit together, First Contact will happen any day now. (Ahem.) We need to pay closer attention and open our minds to new, unfamiliar ideas, as well as embracing the spirituality of the cosmos - which unites all things in the Universe.✨
Quite frankly, we must accept that GOD exists, the theme of When People Go Away: the Book That Proves the Existence of God. The Almighty is all around us, people -
And humanity needs to accept that *fact*, as we explore the heavens. 🚀🚀🚀
- Sir Dave
This is a time of JOY.
I watch excitedly as private companies - SpaceX, Virgin Galactic, Bigelow Aerospace - fire off their self-funded rockets, without the bureaucracy of NASA. I mention these companies for a specific reason: "creativity." As covered in previous blogs, humanity's creativity is the key to its success & survival, and creativity is just as crucial for a rocket engineer's mathematics as it is for a painter's portrait, a sculptor's marble, and a writer's novel.
ALSO - as passengers (like Shatner) are able to live-stream their journeys with iPhones, our government can no longer hide the truth from humanity: We are NOT alone. The galaxy is teeming with life, and as we finally get our shit together, First Contact will happen any day now. (Ahem.) We need to pay closer attention and open our minds to new, unfamiliar ideas, as well as embracing the spirituality of the cosmos - which unites all things in the Universe.✨
Quite frankly, we must accept that GOD exists, the theme of When People Go Away: the Book That Proves the Existence of God. The Almighty is all around us, people -
And humanity needs to accept that *fact*, as we explore the heavens. 🚀🚀🚀
- Sir Dave