Wednesday July 3 Emails:
EMAIL:
From Spencer:
Subject: Discover Josh Groban, listen to his new CD!
If you do not hear music in a few seconds, go here:
http://www.buzztone.com/josh/

EMAIL:
Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 21:04:42 (CDT)
Subject: Re: Updates and Frequent Flyer Rewards!
To: gspencer

Guvner's Long Overdue Report . . .

It has been one incredible journey, to say the least, this past week. I have been taken on an incredible journey, from which there is no turning back. Things will never be the same, that is an understatement. I must apologize for the lapse in our incredible correspondence. You are right on in what you say. The Joe is a modern-day marvel! This creature has been given gifts, beyond what even I imagined. He has recently become a man, and, like us all, is now experiencing the journey of "becoming" that.

He has extraordinary talents. He has many of the same parallels as you, as I. He is special, beyond a doubt. He has almost been destroyed. He has been protected by the Divine. He will have much power and influence over men. Over nations. He is watching. He is learning. At an extraordinary pace. And, yes, it is overwhelming - but not overwhelming HIM. He is above it. He IS it. He will not cross over to the Dark One. Not while I am here. Nor while you are here. I think is will be one of the Universe's Greatest Victories!

Yes! You will NOT believe the horrible forces of Evil nor the unspeakable atrocities that are coming against him. Right now, as he sleeps at my side. More things, just in the past 3 days. Way more than most men could ever comprehend. We will see you, tomorrow. We must ensure that he sees you. Pray as if it were 1999! It will take both of us. This is way bigger than I, singular. This is nothing for us.

My pillow and my shirtsleaves have been soaked with tears, both our tears. All our tears. But, tears of support, yes, I cannot lie, tears of desperation to survive, of the success of survival, and the hope of success. Great, Overwhelming Success. "Better than Okay", Success. I dream(ed) important dreams. They were not idle, senseless, storybook dreams. They were portents. Portent dreams. Now I understand. The battle is on, and the victors are in this "room", right now. The shadows of the real losers still loom, I can taste and smell their smoky charred coattails. They are sickeningly acrid. But they are but smoldering ash. They have understood the "No Vacancy" sign on my doorstep, covered in Lamb's blood. And I am not afraid. I play with warriors. I comfort them with soft kisses. The "angel dust" from the keys, from which I play, has mixed into the dirty blonde tresses, surrounding raw souls with Edenic kisses.

It has taken every ounce of my energy and time. You already understand. Your daily emails, go unanswered, yet you somehow know there is a bigger picture. You are a warrior. Unlike the others!

My charge has just awoken, my time is short. Call as soon as you can, in the morning. I shall try to be near the phone by 10am. All the shopping is done, except potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, and the bevrages. The grill is coming at 3pm. I think I have everything else, ("Jesu, Joi of Man's Desire" is now playing in the background, complements of your incredible link to Josh Groban. He is a Divine Marvel. There is no mistake! - Good call - Fernando!!) Cannot wait to see, talk and be with you, tomorrow.

Your spirit has been here, all week. I have felt it quite strongly. Am greatful for that. So very happy for that.

- Yes, tomorrow - TODAY! YIKES - Sweet, sweet slumber, signing off for a brief night's sleep.

Steveman MSM . . ."