After the "Bashing"To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: critical mass then . . . Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2002 18:37:59 -0500
. . . meltdown. Mine, yours, his?
MySteveMan:
Thank you for being there for me. It meant my whole world to me. You realize that don't you? You mentioned Edward, NATO officer. Big Burly Buff, "was it the same?" In a way, yes, well actually, yes; not in a way. I did not love him. He also did not live with me. 2 Major differences - get that? Major, it is what Edward left as. Met him as a captain he got promoted to major before he really bashed me and never returned.
I truly wish I could talk with Juan Carlos again. We are both in such different places any more. Fernando says I could always come there and live at the estate if I ever need to hide out. I think he knew that even if Juan Carlos did not like what I wrote in the book he would be there for me to help save me again.
The next large neighboring estate belongs to his family. I never imagined I'd consider that in light of Junior. Okay, I knew the trip [to Yosemite with us] would have to be "off". I knew that a while back. Definitely since this weeks events. The e-tickets are still yours [Spencer put on his credit card] and Richards [the "Mayor"] (if he adjusted his - I hope so because by now it may be too late).
Junior now has to study for his written license test, pass that, get behind the wheel of someone's car and get through the behind the wheel test. You did the insurance thing, I do not know how long that is good, his tickets are paid. He is clear to try for the driver's license. He opted for leaving the gold at the pawn and opted for not paying his mother the phone bill. He believes his getting the license back on his own was more important. Not a surprise to me, other than a larger stress on my screwed up finances than I expected this week.
He plans to work tomorrow, and Monday. Early this afternoon he got a call from Bradtke, I was there. I heard the conversation. I pray it is true. I do not wish you to worry about being alone here or at your place with Junior. I will not put you in that position. He may however ask you to go with him for his behind the wheel test whenever that is. He thought about knowing someone else with a car and believed he could get them to do it.
You may be in the clear for that. As long as you are not around or near him when he is drinking - or worse, taking drugs and drinking. He says no more alcohol, he also said no more fights and no more drugs. I am bringing no alcohol here or keeping any here. Everything is gone. I had no idea, just none whatsoever. Sigh.
You know how deep my love goes for people, you, him, many others. I cannot ask Nathan to the mixer tomorrow. I do not wish to jeopardize his safety, I love him more than that.
It is the weekend, yes, I almost rather it were still the workweek. All the things you wrote in the list are true. Keep busy, get him working, keep him going towards real goals, get the appointment and the help. God help all of us. > >Love >:Spencer >R6
Friday, August 02, 2002
Thursday, August 01, 2002
The "Bashing" by JuniorFrom: "gspencer"
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Yes, all good ideas . . .
Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2002 19:59:47 -0500
Thank you again for the help. I may have walked somewhere yesterday that I would not really wish to if you had not called and had not shown up to help me, to save me. Talk soon
>Muchos todos
>:Spencer
>R6
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Yes, all good ideas . . .
Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2002 19:59:47 -0500
Thank you again for the help. I may have walked somewhere yesterday that I would not really wish to if you had not called and had not shown up to help me, to save me. Talk soon
>Muchos todos
>:Spencer
>R6
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
From: "gspencer" >
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Heavy sweats . . .
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 07:00:39 -0500
. . . from a dream workout.
. . . I am sorry about cancelling our part of the trip. If it delays his departure I need to do that. I could not go without him, he will not go. He is not settled and would rather have the help in getting his license back I understand that, you see how he focuses; he does have an attention span.
The jumping around in his head is returning to unfinished business, he does not like unfinished business. Who does? I will have to tell you of the last night being awake - the night and the dawn that coincide with your red morning/sailor's warning. Something happened then.
Some day you will know. The thing that led to his telling me he would leave for Indiana.
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Heavy sweats . . .
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 07:00:39 -0500
. . . from a dream workout.
. . . I am sorry about cancelling our part of the trip. If it delays his departure I need to do that. I could not go without him, he will not go. He is not settled and would rather have the help in getting his license back I understand that, you see how he focuses; he does have an attention span.
The jumping around in his head is returning to unfinished business, he does not like unfinished business. Who does? I will have to tell you of the last night being awake - the night and the dawn that coincide with your red morning/sailor's warning. Something happened then.
Some day you will know. The thing that led to his telling me he would leave for Indiana.
Sunday, July 28, 2002
From: "gspencer"
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Starbucks, on my mind . . .
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 16:54:16 -0500
RE: PORTENTS OF TERROR:
There are also things I cannot speak, not because anyone says don't speak of this but because how I would act when I try to voice them. You've seen me recount unpleasant things from my childhood and early years, you can see how difficult that can be. These things, these things I think harder and maybe someday they will all come out. I am writing in the book, Junior's book, I have not written since the last I spoke with you but today as I sit in the living room watching him sleep on the sofa I began to write again. Many anecdotes, what I write will not reflect the terror in my heart and in my soul. The corialis, which way does it turn? Can we set the spin in the other direction? . . .
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From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 23:37:41 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
HI don't know if i will survivor . -gerry spencer
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From: "gspencer"
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: He says . . .
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 06:20:55 -0500
. . . if I am not here by the time you get home from work on Monday. I'm gone. Don't expect to see me again. MySteveMan! I am awake all night. Cancel my trip with you. Cancel my life, it won't be the same. I will call you. Love :Spencer
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To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Starbucks, on my mind . . .
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 16:54:16 -0500
RE: PORTENTS OF TERROR:
There are also things I cannot speak, not because anyone says don't speak of this but because how I would act when I try to voice them. You've seen me recount unpleasant things from my childhood and early years, you can see how difficult that can be. These things, these things I think harder and maybe someday they will all come out. I am writing in the book, Junior's book, I have not written since the last I spoke with you but today as I sit in the living room watching him sleep on the sofa I began to write again. Many anecdotes, what I write will not reflect the terror in my heart and in my soul. The corialis, which way does it turn? Can we set the spin in the other direction? . . .
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From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 23:37:41 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
HI don't know if i will survivor . -gerry spencer
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From: "gspencer"
To: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: He says . . .
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 06:20:55 -0500
. . . if I am not here by the time you get home from work on Monday. I'm gone. Don't expect to see me again. MySteveMan! I am awake all night. Cancel my trip with you. Cancel my life, it won't be the same. I will call you. Love :Spencer
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Saturday, July 27, 2002
From: Steven Rhodes
To: gspencer
Sent: Saturday, July 27, 2002 5:12 PM
Subject: Re: Oh . . . I almost forgot . . .
RE: RED SKY VISION
. . . to tell you this one . . . As I was on my way to work this am, just as I was rounding the curve into Evanston, along the lakefront, there was a rose colored sky, so beautiful, it was like none other I'd ever seen. It was glowing all the way out into the western sky! I looked up, over the water, and to my amazement, you'll never believe what I saw!
It was either you or me (with our long hair, just like the Twins,) of all things - KISSING a BEAR! It was not a cloud image that had to be interpreted. It was CLEAR as a BELL! Eros and Orso!
Oh, and, as I was getting off the elevator at work, I heard one of the guys say "Red Sky morning - sailor's warning!" Everyone must have seen something of their own choosing, they always do. I just know what I saw. And I count it as one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. - Steve
To: gspencer
Sent: Saturday, July 27, 2002 5:12 PM
Subject: Re: Oh . . . I almost forgot . . .
RE: RED SKY VISION
. . . to tell you this one . . . As I was on my way to work this am, just as I was rounding the curve into Evanston, along the lakefront, there was a rose colored sky, so beautiful, it was like none other I'd ever seen. It was glowing all the way out into the western sky! I looked up, over the water, and to my amazement, you'll never believe what I saw!
It was either you or me (with our long hair, just like the Twins,) of all things - KISSING a BEAR! It was not a cloud image that had to be interpreted. It was CLEAR as a BELL! Eros and Orso!
Oh, and, as I was getting off the elevator at work, I heard one of the guys say "Red Sky morning - sailor's warning!" Everyone must have seen something of their own choosing, they always do. I just know what I saw. And I count it as one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. - Steve
Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 14:42:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: A Poem for a Moment - "THAT SUMMER"
To: gspencer
Hello Spencer,
I have been touched today. I wasn't expecting it. It just came. So I thought I'd put it to good use. Here it is in it's first email debut. I will write it out in pen and ink for him, as well. Would you please give it to him, for me. . . A poem I wish to dedicate to My Junior. Our Junior. . .
"That Summer Day"
- by Steven Rhodes
So bright the sky, that summer day,
the city toiled, I looked away,
I sketched on napkins, sunned my face,
Sipped my coffee, joined the race.
A friend arrived, back from a trip,
We opened presents, sip by sip,
He spoke of Shakespeare, then the Queen,
nibbling sandwiches, in between.
I felt a rustling in the air,
I turned around, and you were there.
Stories, aires and lands afar,
Of nights and tales of Zanzibar,
Another Knight, so brave, so true,
a dream, a sip, a glance at you!
I turned around, so not to stare,
As heaven landed on that chair.
Feigning interest, thoughs flew high,
I lost my mind, and caught your eye,
The sun beat down, another sip,
My friend still talking of his trip;
Of what he spoke, I know but this,
My eyes on you, I blew you a kiss,
I forged a plan, to pass your way,
While you held court, that Summer Day,
My legs brushed nimbly past your chair,
Our eyes then locked, a bridge on air,
And at that hour, as time stood still,
Eros landed on our hill!
We travelled distances, unknown,
The trips we'd made, the flights we'd flown,
All came rushing back, to chance,
In that one brief, fleeting glance.
It took an hour to pass your chair,
And as I did, I walked on air.
From that moment on I knew,
there'd never be another you,
Oe'r all the world I long to stay,
To dream, to sip, that Summer Day.
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: A Poem for a Moment - "THAT SUMMER"
To: gspencer
Hello Spencer,
I have been touched today. I wasn't expecting it. It just came. So I thought I'd put it to good use. Here it is in it's first email debut. I will write it out in pen and ink for him, as well. Would you please give it to him, for me. . . A poem I wish to dedicate to My Junior. Our Junior. . .
"That Summer Day"
- by Steven Rhodes
So bright the sky, that summer day,
the city toiled, I looked away,
I sketched on napkins, sunned my face,
Sipped my coffee, joined the race.
A friend arrived, back from a trip,
We opened presents, sip by sip,
He spoke of Shakespeare, then the Queen,
nibbling sandwiches, in between.
I felt a rustling in the air,
I turned around, and you were there.
Stories, aires and lands afar,
Of nights and tales of Zanzibar,
Another Knight, so brave, so true,
a dream, a sip, a glance at you!
I turned around, so not to stare,
As heaven landed on that chair.
Feigning interest, thoughs flew high,
I lost my mind, and caught your eye,
The sun beat down, another sip,
My friend still talking of his trip;
Of what he spoke, I know but this,
My eyes on you, I blew you a kiss,
I forged a plan, to pass your way,
While you held court, that Summer Day,
My legs brushed nimbly past your chair,
Our eyes then locked, a bridge on air,
And at that hour, as time stood still,
Eros landed on our hill!
We travelled distances, unknown,
The trips we'd made, the flights we'd flown,
All came rushing back, to chance,
In that one brief, fleeting glance.
It took an hour to pass your chair,
And as I did, I walked on air.
From that moment on I knew,
there'd never be another you,
Oe'r all the world I long to stay,
To dream, to sip, that Summer Day.
July 27, 2002 Dream - Being sucked down a drain . . .
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Much pain and anguish in my thoughts - hard to go back to sleep.
- #1 - a boy is on the bed. Trying to act brave. Says he's been stepped on by an elephant. (baby elephant.) He spits up blood several times.
- I told him he has been injured - I can feel the spot he was stepped on. He will die.
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- #2 - A group of us is in a house. We just got there.
- Two of my friends were at the kitchen sink and were sucked down the drain by something "down there".
- Whatever it was, it was trying to suck everyone else down the drain, who stood near.
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Note #1: I looked up the definition of "Corialis" - the effect of the Earth's gravitational force from either pole, causing the counter-clockwise vs. clockwise - circular motion of water down the sewer or drainpipe. (See last dream blog - 6/8/02 - Re: "Amelia Corrialis".
Note #2: I was studying for MCSE lisence - and "Corialis" happened to be, (coincidentally), the publisher of the series I chose, on the advice of a coworker who got his lisence from that series of study materials.
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Much pain and anguish in my thoughts - hard to go back to sleep.
- #1 - a boy is on the bed. Trying to act brave. Says he's been stepped on by an elephant. (baby elephant.) He spits up blood several times.
- I told him he has been injured - I can feel the spot he was stepped on. He will die.
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- #2 - A group of us is in a house. We just got there.
- Two of my friends were at the kitchen sink and were sucked down the drain by something "down there".
- Whatever it was, it was trying to suck everyone else down the drain, who stood near.
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Note #1: I looked up the definition of "Corialis" - the effect of the Earth's gravitational force from either pole, causing the counter-clockwise vs. clockwise - circular motion of water down the sewer or drainpipe. (See last dream blog - 6/8/02 - Re: "Amelia Corrialis".
Note #2: I was studying for MCSE lisence - and "Corialis" happened to be, (coincidentally), the publisher of the series I chose, on the advice of a coworker who got his lisence from that series of study materials.
Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 04:33:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Not able to decipher . . .
To: gspencer
DREAMS: "ELEPHANTS and DRAINS . . ."
This morning's dreams: (2)
1.) A boy was on the bed. He was in much pain, but trying to be strong. He looked like you, (but could have been Junior, or even my son Jaimie, not sure.) I loved him dearly, tho. He had been stepped on by a baby elephant. He was not smiling anymore. Barely able to speak. Soon, he started spitting up blood. He was hurt real bad. I wanted to put my arms around him, to hug him, but I was afraid I'd hurt him more. I felt his injury. Put my hands on his side. He was dying, no matter if we got him to the hospital or not, then. . . . My friends came, and we went somewhere . . .
2.) . . . We were all in a house, somewhere, like off in a vacation rental. Two of the friends were doing dishes over the sink, and suddenly they were sucked down the drain by something very powerful "down there." My other friend and I knew that if we stood over the drains, anything connected to the drains, we would also be sucked in. (Remember the Corialis effect?) My other friend and I avoided the drains. We watched every step we made, as we moved around the house, and we survived. Just like we survived the terrorist attack, and the systematic chemical poisoning, in those other dreams, I spoke of.
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Not able to decipher . . .
To: gspencer
DREAMS: "ELEPHANTS and DRAINS . . ."
This morning's dreams: (2)
1.) A boy was on the bed. He was in much pain, but trying to be strong. He looked like you, (but could have been Junior, or even my son Jaimie, not sure.) I loved him dearly, tho. He had been stepped on by a baby elephant. He was not smiling anymore. Barely able to speak. Soon, he started spitting up blood. He was hurt real bad. I wanted to put my arms around him, to hug him, but I was afraid I'd hurt him more. I felt his injury. Put my hands on his side. He was dying, no matter if we got him to the hospital or not, then. . . . My friends came, and we went somewhere . . .
2.) . . . We were all in a house, somewhere, like off in a vacation rental. Two of the friends were doing dishes over the sink, and suddenly they were sucked down the drain by something very powerful "down there." My other friend and I knew that if we stood over the drains, anything connected to the drains, we would also be sucked in. (Remember the Corialis effect?) My other friend and I avoided the drains. We watched every step we made, as we moved around the house, and we survived. Just like we survived the terrorist attack, and the systematic chemical poisoning, in those other dreams, I spoke of.
Friday, July 19, 2002
Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 05:59:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Eros - my love
To: gerry spencer
RE: THAT LAST THURSDAY
Good Morning,
Been missin' you, in the worst way. Had to use a few shoulders to dry these tears, yesterday. Junior returned my keys. Was not expecting it. He doesn't call me. He just showed up at the door, as I was expecting a guest. (Jerome - the pianist.) I did not know Junior was coming over. He came to get the rest of his things. I have been pretty much in shock, since.
Junior said he likes you better, on the phone, the day before. He even saw Laura, again, instead of coming over that night. That drove a nail thru my heart. My two loves, and a third, together, without me. It is hard to describe from my end, this feeling. Not directed against you, against him, just the hurt of it all.
Ahh - to have found love, and it not to have found me. A hurt, that finds its way into the recesses of your soul . . .
. . .
Will be seeing sister and nieces on Tues. am. Then, the mayor wants to take me to see Gallileo Gallileo, the new Phillip Glass musical. I told him that I hadn't been able to get to see any of you, so we are going alone. We are also up in the air over accomodations for Yosemite. I really need to sit down with everyone and decide what to do about lodging. Everything is booked solid for August. . . .
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Eros - my love
To: gerry spencer
RE: THAT LAST THURSDAY
Good Morning,
Been missin' you, in the worst way. Had to use a few shoulders to dry these tears, yesterday. Junior returned my keys. Was not expecting it. He doesn't call me. He just showed up at the door, as I was expecting a guest. (Jerome - the pianist.) I did not know Junior was coming over. He came to get the rest of his things. I have been pretty much in shock, since.
Junior said he likes you better, on the phone, the day before. He even saw Laura, again, instead of coming over that night. That drove a nail thru my heart. My two loves, and a third, together, without me. It is hard to describe from my end, this feeling. Not directed against you, against him, just the hurt of it all.
Ahh - to have found love, and it not to have found me. A hurt, that finds its way into the recesses of your soul . . .
. . .
Will be seeing sister and nieces on Tues. am. Then, the mayor wants to take me to see Gallileo Gallileo, the new Phillip Glass musical. I told him that I hadn't been able to get to see any of you, so we are going alone. We are also up in the air over accomodations for Yosemite. I really need to sit down with everyone and decide what to do about lodging. Everything is booked solid for August. . . .
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 18:52:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: TO BE READ OUT LOUD: The Children of Eden, Part 1: Becoming Junior.
To: gspencer
Has anyone seen Junior? I am getting raked over the coals at least 3 times a day from the Mayor - who is LIVID! Someone please call me. - Steve
--- gspencer wrote:
An excerpt from the first chapter, please read it the first time out loud to Junior:
The Children of Eden, Part 1: Becoming Junior. By
Gerald Spencer, with
Joseph Paul Green Jr. and with Steven Rhodes. Book
design and illustrations
by Steven Rhodes. Songs, poetry and life by Joseph
Paul Green Jr.
copyright 2002, all rights reserved.
". . . Ere Dawn as the children of Eden sleep in their bowers, safe in the embrace of their living home, the Creator gives them dreams. Dreams of the times long before them. Dreams also of the times long to come.
There were no nights during which there was no sleep. There were no nights during which there were no dreams. These are things of later making, things found along the shore of the sea of consciousness when it broke forth from the land with a great painful cry. A soul searing pain breaks the heart of Eden as two young lovers eat of the forbidden fruit.
Far outside the guarded gates a rent is made in Eden's bosom; from it pour the waters of forgetfulness, neglect, pain, jealousy, envy and more; none of them things found within the gate."
MySteveMan and Junior:
I cannot tell you how much I love you; that would require words you have not heard, sounds rare in the universe causing emotions unfathomable. Joseph Paul, Junior, your book is begun; it is not written by me, it is written by three. It will be put to paper on nights such as this; in my solitude, with love guarding my door against loneliness and despair. It will be put to paper on days of light and of happiness, with love that I will store in my soul; the love I shall need to guard my door against loneliness and despair.
I hope you accept my meager words with love. :Spencer R6
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: TO BE READ OUT LOUD: The Children of Eden, Part 1: Becoming Junior.
To: gspencer
Has anyone seen Junior? I am getting raked over the coals at least 3 times a day from the Mayor - who is LIVID! Someone please call me. - Steve
--- gspencer wrote:
An excerpt from the first chapter, please read it the first time out loud to Junior:
The Children of Eden, Part 1: Becoming Junior. By
Gerald Spencer, with
Joseph Paul Green Jr. and with Steven Rhodes. Book
design and illustrations
by Steven Rhodes. Songs, poetry and life by Joseph
Paul Green Jr.
copyright 2002, all rights reserved.
". . . Ere Dawn as the children of Eden sleep in their bowers, safe in the embrace of their living home, the Creator gives them dreams. Dreams of the times long before them. Dreams also of the times long to come.
There were no nights during which there was no sleep. There were no nights during which there were no dreams. These are things of later making, things found along the shore of the sea of consciousness when it broke forth from the land with a great painful cry. A soul searing pain breaks the heart of Eden as two young lovers eat of the forbidden fruit.
Far outside the guarded gates a rent is made in Eden's bosom; from it pour the waters of forgetfulness, neglect, pain, jealousy, envy and more; none of them things found within the gate."
MySteveMan and Junior:
I cannot tell you how much I love you; that would require words you have not heard, sounds rare in the universe causing emotions unfathomable. Joseph Paul, Junior, your book is begun; it is not written by me, it is written by three. It will be put to paper on nights such as this; in my solitude, with love guarding my door against loneliness and despair. It will be put to paper on days of light and of happiness, with love that I will store in my soul; the love I shall need to guard my door against loneliness and despair.
I hope you accept my meager words with love. :Spencer R6
Sunday, July 14, 2002
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 15:13:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Corialis . . . some interesting info . . .
To: gspencer
RE: ". . . Planet PL6K2 (christened Corialis)"
That dream about Amelia Corialis keeps popping up in my mind, so I did a search and found some interesting info . . .
Planet PL6K2 (christened Corialis)--My first step in this neverending journey
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Posted by Jowell on March 02, 19100 at 21:33:02:
I have seemed to come across a new planet. My first step into the unknown in search of information on snapshot SS4C2 has shed light on Corialis, a planet which has been hidden in the depths of nothingness for ages. Its beauty is fathoms deep. The deep magnolian color of it seems to radiate pure energy into my body as I wander through its endless void. Its core is a deep sapphire ocean of myst, swirling and shimmering around my body, engulfing me forever in its softness. I christen it Corialis, a word I have coined. It means "fathomess beauty"
Visit often for updates on my journey.
It is also the counter-clockwise effect on water and drains in the Northern Hemisphere. There is a toy, based on it's effect. It is also a planet in the Star Trek series. It is in a system called Corialis.
She was the soldier, dispatched via a headset radio to fight the terrorists in my dream. "This is Amelia Corialis, signing off. . ."Steve MSM !:@/
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Corialis . . . some interesting info . . .
To: gspencer
RE: ". . . Planet PL6K2 (christened Corialis)"
That dream about Amelia Corialis keeps popping up in my mind, so I did a search and found some interesting info . . .
Planet PL6K2 (christened Corialis)--My first step in this neverending journey
[ Follow Ups ] [ Post Followup ] [ The Channel of Wormholes ] [ FAQ ]
Posted by Jowell on March 02, 19100 at 21:33:02:
I have seemed to come across a new planet. My first step into the unknown in search of information on snapshot SS4C2 has shed light on Corialis, a planet which has been hidden in the depths of nothingness for ages. Its beauty is fathoms deep. The deep magnolian color of it seems to radiate pure energy into my body as I wander through its endless void. Its core is a deep sapphire ocean of myst, swirling and shimmering around my body, engulfing me forever in its softness. I christen it Corialis, a word I have coined. It means "fathomess beauty"
Visit often for updates on my journey.
It is also the counter-clockwise effect on water and drains in the Northern Hemisphere. There is a toy, based on it's effect. It is also a planet in the Star Trek series. It is in a system called Corialis.
She was the soldier, dispatched via a headset radio to fight the terrorists in my dream. "This is Amelia Corialis, signing off. . ."Steve MSM !:@/
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 12:52:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Chlor-ene - Chemical Invasion???
To: gspencer
RE: "Pigeons erupt over Dodie's memorial"
Ate alone with Dodie. [at the memorial marker I erected outside Panera]
- A majestic explosion of white doves, (pigeons,) erupted over Dodies memorial site. I counted 16 in all. They sailed high and proud against a deep blue sky. Flew in concentric patterns for about 5 minutes. 16 pigeons - 32 wings. (2 cubed?) Then disappeared. What a wonderful site. It was almost surreal. The dove is the symbol for Eros, btw. Cupid. A message from Dodie, to relay to her bois! Awww - Some!
Thank you for your messages and updates. You are one of God's most awesome, creatures, you know! The other one is on his knees in the bathroom, this time, saying "I'm only 16, what do you expect?" Awwww-Some! Love you guys! So very much!
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Chlor-ene - Chemical Invasion???
To: gspencer
RE: "Pigeons erupt over Dodie's memorial"
Ate alone with Dodie. [at the memorial marker I erected outside Panera]
- A majestic explosion of white doves, (pigeons,) erupted over Dodies memorial site. I counted 16 in all. They sailed high and proud against a deep blue sky. Flew in concentric patterns for about 5 minutes. 16 pigeons - 32 wings. (2 cubed?) Then disappeared. What a wonderful site. It was almost surreal. The dove is the symbol for Eros, btw. Cupid. A message from Dodie, to relay to her bois! Awww - Some!
Thank you for your messages and updates. You are one of God's most awesome, creatures, you know! The other one is on his knees in the bathroom, this time, saying "I'm only 16, what do you expect?" Awwww-Some! Love you guys! So very much!
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 09:55:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Smoke Signals across the Sea
To: gspencer
RE: TOBY KEITH'S "My List"
My tears are sort of spilling over a little. Trying to save them for my time with Dodie. Get them all out of the way, all at once. Listening to Toby Keith's "My Li
st" - talks about takin' time out of the busy day to do those important things, that are not usually on our list of things to do, today . . .
(Chorus). . . .
"Like: Go for a walk,
Say a little prayer,
Take a deep breath of mountain air,
Put on my glove and play some catch,
It's time that I make time for that.
Wade the shore and cast a line, Pick up a long lost friend of mine,
Sit on the porch and give my girls a kiss,
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list.
Wouldn't change the course of fate, but
cuttin' the grass just had to wait,
'Cause I've got more important things like
Pushin' my kid on the backyard swing,
I won't break my back for a million bucks,
I can't take to my grave,
Why put off for tomorrow what I could get done today . . .
Like: . . . (Chorus)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Smoke Signals across the Sea
To: gspencer
RE: TOBY KEITH'S "My List"
My tears are sort of spilling over a little. Trying to save them for my time with Dodie. Get them all out of the way, all at once. Listening to Toby Keith's "My Li
st" - talks about takin' time out of the busy day to do those important things, that are not usually on our list of things to do, today . . .
(Chorus). . . .
"Like: Go for a walk,
Say a little prayer,
Take a deep breath of mountain air,
Put on my glove and play some catch,
It's time that I make time for that.
Wade the shore and cast a line, Pick up a long lost friend of mine,
Sit on the porch and give my girls a kiss,
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list.
Wouldn't change the course of fate, but
cuttin' the grass just had to wait,
'Cause I've got more important things like
Pushin' my kid on the backyard swing,
I won't break my back for a million bucks,
I can't take to my grave,
Why put off for tomorrow what I could get done today . . .
Like: . . . (Chorus)
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 07:12:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Walks thru empty houses . . .To: gspencer
Good Morning, Candles in the Wind,
Burning brightly - ever a beacon - like the lighthouses, scattered along the crooked shoreline - piercing the fog - providing a shimmering map - a map to guide our clumsy ship bows by. Awww - my ship sees your light. It now can hug the shore, not too close, not too far - while it steadily moves out to sea - new adventures - another new year. Each getting better and better. Each ringing with fond memories and old songs to remind us of loves lost. Loves found. I feel proud to hold my love high. Like St. Elmo's fire, this love. It will never go out, never die.
The roses were deep red, almost burgundy on the inside, surrounded by a pale, white, outter layer. They were covered with dew. Which, I noticed, only this morning, when I checked their color to be sure. Plastic dew. But, like sparkiling teardrops, reminding me that even with sadness, there is beauty. Spectacular and deep. But, only for those who care to see it. Those who care to "stop, and smell the roses." To see the dewdrops. A care that My Spencer has helped instill in me. Thank you for calling my attention to such a lovely gift. I think a gift of guilt, but a gift is precious, for whatever reason.
The sandwich was turkey. I ate half. Left the other half for his breakfast in the am. I just wish he had been more at ease with me, while I ate. He could not WAIT to get up and go. He is not as comfortable with me, as he is with you. I felt it took away from the value of the moment. This morning, thought back, and I wondered if it was drugs. He was sweaty. His eyes were glassy. Not buggy, tho. He left, so abruptly, without his substance. Without his booze. With very little money. Left so suddenly, as if he had an appointment. But could not say with whom.
He did not come home last night. My heart was broken. I feared this night. I knew it would be tough. I was geared up for it. I did prepare. I did not freak out. I did not alter one rose, one pair of boots, one coin, one certificate of his. I made my tea, showered and shaved, checked for your light in the window, put on my mule pack, and left for work, as I always do. Forgot my tea. Forgot my tears. But, remembered my love. Remembered my vow. I do know hurt. It knows me. We have an understanding. Only let a little out at a time. No floods. No gushers. Be cool. Be strong. Be Steve.
We are all human. We all have desires. Lusts. Summer and youth. Sex and summer. I have only recently begun to get a handle on my lusts. I am 45. I will not judge, unjustly. It would be selfish. It would be cruel. To expect my charge to have a better grasp than I. He is 27. God bless him for caring. My soul leaps for joi for that. That's why the dew on the roses is so sweet to me. Bittersweet. Poetic. Special, like the one who brought them, who received.
DREAM: "Two Medallions"
I had a recurring vision, last night, just before nodding off. Got up to write it down. Saw the same vision, as I attempted to nap earlier in the afternoon. I saw my neck and upper torso. It was bigger, more defined. It was Junior's. On me. Our neck wore two medallions. One on top of the other, offset by half, so both were visible. On a single chain or ribbon. The top one was brilliant red. Set in rubies and gold. The one behind was lighter gold. They had an emblem on them. Similar to the Ferrari. It came and vanished in a split second. All that information in that instant. I suppose red is for second place. But better to place second, than not at all. Or, it could be red for passion. That, it definitely is. Was. Ouch. That hurts. Well, I said I would be placing a new star on my walk of fame. I guess I was decorated, as well! Yes! A medal of valor for this General, to help get me thru my day. A medal I share with my SPencer. YAY!
DREAM: "Evil Regime"
The rest of the night contained nightmares. One of the worst I have ever experienced. In a nutshell, I was in a school. My X-girlfriend from HS was there. There was an Evil Regime. They were dropping filters into our chimneys. Two chimneys per classroom. The filters did not contain Cyanide or gas. They contained a chemical that would cause us to burn to death. Everything would heat up. The floors the air. And we would roast alive. Slowly. Painfully. We would not know which classroom would be first. They went systematically, one by one. Starting at one end, destroying everyone in the room, then the next room. No one could escape. ALl would die. No one knew the hour, the time. Our classroom was first. We began to burn. Linda and I began to die. But we kept holding on. And holding. And holding. Everyone else was dead. We survived. We learned that they had indeed put Cyanide in the filters, along with the other Chemical. So we were almost unconscious from the fumes, but never died. I awoke, still alive.
I knew it was a miracle. I thought of you. Your prayers. Your fight. I fear, today, that something was taken from your soul, again, in the night, in order to help me survive. I woke up and saw Junior's toothbrush was still dry, when I went into the bathroom. I was still feeling I had been miraculously saved, and felt a strength, as I grasped my heart, before I entered into the living room. Knowing the emptiness that awaited, there. I felt a strength from that dream. It carried me thru my morning routine. WIll carry me thru the day. I shall save my tears for a private moment, today. When Dodie and I see each other, over lunch. I suspect she will also send me a sign. A gift. One which I shall pass on to you, today. For I suspect a piece of you was lost, last night. And, for that I will rush to try and restore, with undue haste.
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Walks thru empty houses . . .To: gspencer
Good Morning, Candles in the Wind,
Burning brightly - ever a beacon - like the lighthouses, scattered along the crooked shoreline - piercing the fog - providing a shimmering map - a map to guide our clumsy ship bows by. Awww - my ship sees your light. It now can hug the shore, not too close, not too far - while it steadily moves out to sea - new adventures - another new year. Each getting better and better. Each ringing with fond memories and old songs to remind us of loves lost. Loves found. I feel proud to hold my love high. Like St. Elmo's fire, this love. It will never go out, never die.
The roses were deep red, almost burgundy on the inside, surrounded by a pale, white, outter layer. They were covered with dew. Which, I noticed, only this morning, when I checked their color to be sure. Plastic dew. But, like sparkiling teardrops, reminding me that even with sadness, there is beauty. Spectacular and deep. But, only for those who care to see it. Those who care to "stop, and smell the roses." To see the dewdrops. A care that My Spencer has helped instill in me. Thank you for calling my attention to such a lovely gift. I think a gift of guilt, but a gift is precious, for whatever reason.
The sandwich was turkey. I ate half. Left the other half for his breakfast in the am. I just wish he had been more at ease with me, while I ate. He could not WAIT to get up and go. He is not as comfortable with me, as he is with you. I felt it took away from the value of the moment. This morning, thought back, and I wondered if it was drugs. He was sweaty. His eyes were glassy. Not buggy, tho. He left, so abruptly, without his substance. Without his booze. With very little money. Left so suddenly, as if he had an appointment. But could not say with whom.
He did not come home last night. My heart was broken. I feared this night. I knew it would be tough. I was geared up for it. I did prepare. I did not freak out. I did not alter one rose, one pair of boots, one coin, one certificate of his. I made my tea, showered and shaved, checked for your light in the window, put on my mule pack, and left for work, as I always do. Forgot my tea. Forgot my tears. But, remembered my love. Remembered my vow. I do know hurt. It knows me. We have an understanding. Only let a little out at a time. No floods. No gushers. Be cool. Be strong. Be Steve.
We are all human. We all have desires. Lusts. Summer and youth. Sex and summer. I have only recently begun to get a handle on my lusts. I am 45. I will not judge, unjustly. It would be selfish. It would be cruel. To expect my charge to have a better grasp than I. He is 27. God bless him for caring. My soul leaps for joi for that. That's why the dew on the roses is so sweet to me. Bittersweet. Poetic. Special, like the one who brought them, who received.
DREAM: "Two Medallions"
I had a recurring vision, last night, just before nodding off. Got up to write it down. Saw the same vision, as I attempted to nap earlier in the afternoon. I saw my neck and upper torso. It was bigger, more defined. It was Junior's. On me. Our neck wore two medallions. One on top of the other, offset by half, so both were visible. On a single chain or ribbon. The top one was brilliant red. Set in rubies and gold. The one behind was lighter gold. They had an emblem on them. Similar to the Ferrari. It came and vanished in a split second. All that information in that instant. I suppose red is for second place. But better to place second, than not at all. Or, it could be red for passion. That, it definitely is. Was. Ouch. That hurts. Well, I said I would be placing a new star on my walk of fame. I guess I was decorated, as well! Yes! A medal of valor for this General, to help get me thru my day. A medal I share with my SPencer. YAY!
DREAM: "Evil Regime"
The rest of the night contained nightmares. One of the worst I have ever experienced. In a nutshell, I was in a school. My X-girlfriend from HS was there. There was an Evil Regime. They were dropping filters into our chimneys. Two chimneys per classroom. The filters did not contain Cyanide or gas. They contained a chemical that would cause us to burn to death. Everything would heat up. The floors the air. And we would roast alive. Slowly. Painfully. We would not know which classroom would be first. They went systematically, one by one. Starting at one end, destroying everyone in the room, then the next room. No one could escape. ALl would die. No one knew the hour, the time. Our classroom was first. We began to burn. Linda and I began to die. But we kept holding on. And holding. And holding. Everyone else was dead. We survived. We learned that they had indeed put Cyanide in the filters, along with the other Chemical. So we were almost unconscious from the fumes, but never died. I awoke, still alive.
I knew it was a miracle. I thought of you. Your prayers. Your fight. I fear, today, that something was taken from your soul, again, in the night, in order to help me survive. I woke up and saw Junior's toothbrush was still dry, when I went into the bathroom. I was still feeling I had been miraculously saved, and felt a strength, as I grasped my heart, before I entered into the living room. Knowing the emptiness that awaited, there. I felt a strength from that dream. It carried me thru my morning routine. WIll carry me thru the day. I shall save my tears for a private moment, today. When Dodie and I see each other, over lunch. I suspect she will also send me a sign. A gift. One which I shall pass on to you, today. For I suspect a piece of you was lost, last night. And, for that I will rush to try and restore, with undue haste.
From: "gspencer"
To: "Mac Stryper"
Subject: In to the night . . .
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 00:11:23 -0500
EMAIL: INRE: Constanzas prophecy . . .
. . . with continuing hope, love and prayer; for all of us, all three of us, all four of us, it doesn't matter how many more of us. I know my love in infinite. I never have a doubt of that, I know its growth, I know it has not a boundary through creation eternal. My love is the ever expanding universe, not a spreading thin universe but a growing one where creation continues at the core for it is there God expects our mansions to be.
I told you that at night I give my love to all those I ever loved, past and present and future. I give my love to God for loving me, for letting me love for letting me be loved. You are among those I name, Junior is among those I name. But it is still true. I do not expect the great fruition of my being to be as I dreamed. I took, I took, I took, I took and took again but did not give as I should.
Constance is right, she said it correctly; "once Romeo and Juliet are together it is the end for this plane, for this ever so flawed but ever so beautiful copy of Eden. They will only be together when once again they walk the paths of Eden with the first Father and with the first Friend. When all of his children, their children join them."
Steve, I cannot tell how much I want Joe's love to be the answer to the call of your heart; how I want for your love to be the answer to the call of his heart. I do, I cannot tell you how so. I love you both so much. As you do, I sit and I weep for the hurt that you both have received. I do not weep for the hurt that I have received for in truth all that has ever been given to me has been beautiful, wonderful; they are roses of gold with thorns of rusted iron.
For tasting of the tree I, with my eternal partner, am damned here. I wish I could breathe right now, it would be a bit less painful but my mortal chest with an immortal heart within is strained beyond what I expected; it is constrained.
As Amset did before me, I am here at the temple gate. I am ready to battle, willing to battle, the courage and might is here. I pray I have learned the wiles necessary to succeed all in a battle to my death once again in the name of love.
Plastic roses and a subway sandwich. Are the roses red? It is important to me to know this. Plastic roses; blooms whose colors are long in fading, a surface beauty lasting longer than so I may survive. I do not wish to leave you here alone and I do not want his child to be destroyed. I stand at my window my arms to the world, I send my love across.
I send it even now, I will risk the real ones; creations of those who were made in the image of the Creator but not the creator Himself. Creations lacking the essence, the attar of the real but on a level that is significant to rival that of God's. A subway sandwich, was it turkey or chicken? It is something more I need to know. A subway sandwich, nourishment for the body, the temple of the soul. It is not making dinner but it is a struggled compromise to fulfill a promise; just as you saw. It is a step, it is a movement that is not without care.
I had keys made this day. I gave Junior a key to my apartment today. He was impatient to learn the lower door code. I should have written it for him. I had another key made for you. I told him, my house is his house just as my heart is his heart. The same goes for you; my house is your house, my heart is your heart. I will see you tomorrow and that is good.
The witching hour approaches, within minutes it is here. Another thread of love I send across this land, a life line bringing you back. It is sent. . .
To: "Mac Stryper"
Subject: In to the night . . .
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 00:11:23 -0500
EMAIL: INRE: Constanzas prophecy . . .
. . . with continuing hope, love and prayer; for all of us, all three of us, all four of us, it doesn't matter how many more of us. I know my love in infinite. I never have a doubt of that, I know its growth, I know it has not a boundary through creation eternal. My love is the ever expanding universe, not a spreading thin universe but a growing one where creation continues at the core for it is there God expects our mansions to be.
I told you that at night I give my love to all those I ever loved, past and present and future. I give my love to God for loving me, for letting me love for letting me be loved. You are among those I name, Junior is among those I name. But it is still true. I do not expect the great fruition of my being to be as I dreamed. I took, I took, I took, I took and took again but did not give as I should.
Constance is right, she said it correctly; "once Romeo and Juliet are together it is the end for this plane, for this ever so flawed but ever so beautiful copy of Eden. They will only be together when once again they walk the paths of Eden with the first Father and with the first Friend. When all of his children, their children join them."
Steve, I cannot tell how much I want Joe's love to be the answer to the call of your heart; how I want for your love to be the answer to the call of his heart. I do, I cannot tell you how so. I love you both so much. As you do, I sit and I weep for the hurt that you both have received. I do not weep for the hurt that I have received for in truth all that has ever been given to me has been beautiful, wonderful; they are roses of gold with thorns of rusted iron.
For tasting of the tree I, with my eternal partner, am damned here. I wish I could breathe right now, it would be a bit less painful but my mortal chest with an immortal heart within is strained beyond what I expected; it is constrained.
As Amset did before me, I am here at the temple gate. I am ready to battle, willing to battle, the courage and might is here. I pray I have learned the wiles necessary to succeed all in a battle to my death once again in the name of love.
Plastic roses and a subway sandwich. Are the roses red? It is important to me to know this. Plastic roses; blooms whose colors are long in fading, a surface beauty lasting longer than so I may survive. I do not wish to leave you here alone and I do not want his child to be destroyed. I stand at my window my arms to the world, I send my love across.
I send it even now, I will risk the real ones; creations of those who were made in the image of the Creator but not the creator Himself. Creations lacking the essence, the attar of the real but on a level that is significant to rival that of God's. A subway sandwich, was it turkey or chicken? It is something more I need to know. A subway sandwich, nourishment for the body, the temple of the soul. It is not making dinner but it is a struggled compromise to fulfill a promise; just as you saw. It is a step, it is a movement that is not without care.
I had keys made this day. I gave Junior a key to my apartment today. He was impatient to learn the lower door code. I should have written it for him. I had another key made for you. I told him, my house is his house just as my heart is his heart. The same goes for you; my house is your house, my heart is your heart. I will see you tomorrow and that is good.
The witching hour approaches, within minutes it is here. Another thread of love I send across this land, a life line bringing you back. It is sent. . .
Saturday, July 13, 2002
Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 19:10:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Prayers for "The Talk"
To: gspencer
EMAIL: INRE: DREAM - "Things will be OKAY!"
. . . The past couple of nights, I was visited by Forest Claypool, who I was introducing to a friend, saying how proud I was of him, and his recent political victory - (but, he told me he was not officially on the Cook County Board, yet. He only won the Democratic nomination.) Not sure what that is all about.
Also visited by Martha, twice, in fact (actress/director who got mad at me when I didn't want to live with her, and marry her.) Met up with her on some road, and she was laughing and talking like she was in really good spirits. Do you think these folks were trying to give me a message? I am thinking that they were saying things were really okay, but not to go jumping to conclusions. Not really sure, tho. . .
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: Prayers for "The Talk"
To: gspencer
EMAIL: INRE: DREAM - "Things will be OKAY!"
. . . The past couple of nights, I was visited by Forest Claypool, who I was introducing to a friend, saying how proud I was of him, and his recent political victory - (but, he told me he was not officially on the Cook County Board, yet. He only won the Democratic nomination.) Not sure what that is all about.
Also visited by Martha, twice, in fact (actress/director who got mad at me when I didn't want to live with her, and marry her.) Met up with her on some road, and she was laughing and talking like she was in really good spirits. Do you think these folks were trying to give me a message? I am thinking that they were saying things were really okay, but not to go jumping to conclusions. Not really sure, tho. . .
From: "gspencer"
To: "Mac Stryper"
Subject: Calming down, him; . . .
Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 09:12:03 -0500
EMAIL: INRE: "Stand between the world and me"
. . . He astounded me the night we returned, when he came back and wanted me to stand between the world and him; to try to keep him from going wrong that evening. We talked late, he was a bit high, not terribly so, we drank wine slowly and talked a great deal. As we sat on the chest by your window, he said: "My job is to have you and Steve look out for me. That's why I am here. I need you two to love and care for me to help me from doing all the things that hurt me. To help fight the things that will harm me." He rephrased that several times, always coming back to "My job is . . ."
Steve, he was so different when he was talking like that, light from outside him, light from inside him. His words were perfectly enunciated, well chosen words, no smoke influence, no alcohol influence; all of that gone before he went to sleep on top of that chest. Who is Joe? I feel strongly that Joe is Eros. He's a match with him but he is a metamorphosizing Eros.
We expected war with the dark lord, we expected to gird our loins and to take up arms. We expected this before his appearance. I did not expect to take up arms in defense of another, other than ourselves, in selfishness of my love for you. I, who has been watched and guarded, never expected this. I, one who has desired the fruition of a greatest love in the physical sense, will find the greatest love in my heart instead of in my arms or in my bed. It is not what Romeo expected, I thought there were no more lessons to be learned. My mistake is that I thought the lessons were over; they are only now being finished. I thought my books are to be messages to the world, they are that, they are also messages to me. Recount your lessons, Spencer, review what you have studied and recognize what has happened.
To: "Mac Stryper"
Subject: Calming down, him; . . .
Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 09:12:03 -0500
EMAIL: INRE: "Stand between the world and me"
. . . He astounded me the night we returned, when he came back and wanted me to stand between the world and him; to try to keep him from going wrong that evening. We talked late, he was a bit high, not terribly so, we drank wine slowly and talked a great deal. As we sat on the chest by your window, he said: "My job is to have you and Steve look out for me. That's why I am here. I need you two to love and care for me to help me from doing all the things that hurt me. To help fight the things that will harm me." He rephrased that several times, always coming back to "My job is . . ."
Steve, he was so different when he was talking like that, light from outside him, light from inside him. His words were perfectly enunciated, well chosen words, no smoke influence, no alcohol influence; all of that gone before he went to sleep on top of that chest. Who is Joe? I feel strongly that Joe is Eros. He's a match with him but he is a metamorphosizing Eros.
We expected war with the dark lord, we expected to gird our loins and to take up arms. We expected this before his appearance. I did not expect to take up arms in defense of another, other than ourselves, in selfishness of my love for you. I, who has been watched and guarded, never expected this. I, one who has desired the fruition of a greatest love in the physical sense, will find the greatest love in my heart instead of in my arms or in my bed. It is not what Romeo expected, I thought there were no more lessons to be learned. My mistake is that I thought the lessons were over; they are only now being finished. I thought my books are to be messages to the world, they are that, they are also messages to me. Recount your lessons, Spencer, review what you have studied and recognize what has happened.
Friday, July 12, 2002
Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 14:33:01 -0700 (PDT)
EMAIL:
INRE: Joe's first day - and Roadtrip
Letter to Karol . . . .
Hello, Karol, Love,
Just got back from a much needed road trip - still kind of in a daze. Spencer and I took our greek god-son down to Southern Ill. to visit my mom, spent the night, Monday, then drove over to Southern Indiana to meet Joe's family, and pick up some paperwork, his mom had for him. Everything went like clockwork, on schedule, no problems, and got back home, safely, last night - had a wonderful time. This day trip is sort of a continuation of the original Monday story . . . it HAS been a whirlwind~! . . .
. . . Where were we . . . oh, yes - Spencer, Joe and I had just finished having our first Dinner all-together at Swillers - looked up and it was dark - three hours had just slipped by, as if they were seconds! . . . We couldn't stop there - so we gathered our things, and walked over to a coffee shop, just down the street, and managed to get three prime seats, outdoors, many people to watch in the Streeterville area, - and continued our wonderful chance-meeting, earlier in the afternoon, (Joe and I). (During the time I was to be on the phone with you, btw.)
Spencer and I went inside the cafe, and ordered our coffees, while Joe watched our seats. We picked up our drinks at the counter, and were adding our sugar/cream, etc. which was at the window, right in front of where Joe was sitting, and as I looked out at him, (he was unable to see us) - I could see the pain and the hurt underneath his _expression. It was just the saddest thing I could ever describe. Spencer and I just about "lost" it, right there in the coffee shop - when I reached over and whispered to him, what I saw. That vision has etched a permanent place in my soul, and I shall never be able to forget it.
So, we brought out our coffees and deserts to place before our boi, bringing the sparkle back to his weary eyes, - and spent at least another two hours telling stories, reading passages from Spencerer's book, laughing, and forgetting time, while Joe recited two poems and a rap song he had written!
We left the coffee shop, and I asked Joe to come back and spend the night, so he would not be on the street, alone, or as a "pick-up" from some stranger. We all walked over to the subway, Spencer slipped me $100 to help get the boi home to his parents, or wherever he needed to go, and we boarded the train, waving goodbye (to Spencer), and left for my house.
I have never enjoyed a train ride, as much as that night! I could not keep my eyes off him, and vice versa. We laughed and joked around, the entire way. Got back home, and spent at least two more hours talking - finally got him to relax and lay back in my arms, and his body melted like warm butter into mine. We spent at least another two hours just caressing and fooling around, etc., (safe sex) before finally cuddling up in bed for the night. (Actually the morning!)
The next day, Joe had managed to wake up early, with no alarm clock - went to court (misdemeanor charge) - and had his charge dropped, just as he said it would. He had three job interviews, and followed up on a contracting job, thru my friend ("the Mayor), that very afternoon. I took him over to try and retrieve some of his things, but was unsuccessful. His boots were among the posessions he had lost, and without them, his boss wouldn't permit him to come back to work. (He was looking for a homeless shelter, that Monday, when I met him, and had just lost his job, on top of that.)
Well, Wednsesday rolled around, and he wanted to go out with one of his friends, who had helped him with a place to stay, before, (I had met him on Tuesday - a black guy who works as a nurse at one of the rehab hospitals, just up the street from me.) They wanted me to meet them at 6pm, at the bar where his friend hangs out, which I did. Then, we were to go to Navy Pier for the big fireworks display (3rd of July!)
As they were leaving the bar, his friend, (Louie) - saw an old man who could barely walk, and went over to help him. His back had gone out on him, and he was drunk, no less! Louie (still wearing his green nurse's scrubs from work,) asked me if I would mind giving him a ride home, just around the corner. (Something neither Joe nor I would have done, btw.) Well, as Joe and Louie were helping him around to put him in my truck, Joe's wallet fell out on the ground, somewhere, unbeknownst to us, and we were already down the street, when he noticed it! We rushed back, but it was no longer there. (Or the old man could have lifted it, we just will never know!) That wallet was the only thing Joe had left in this world - the $120 from the contracting job he had just started, his ID, his SS card, and his birth cert.
Well, we had a pretty intense scene, there, with Joe's spirit, absolutely broken, in tears, shaking, and destitute. My heart just broke. His life, already broken. Louie and I sat with him, dabbed at his tears, and talked him down, comforted him for about an hour. We then took Louie home, and I brought Joe back to my house for the night, and I sat up with him, holding him, telling him how "special" he really was, and how sometimes impossible obstacles come our way, to help make us stronger. To "test" us. And, sometimes to bring us messages. And, how many times, these things happen, just before something really good is about to happen. We are always in danger of attack from the enemy (the "Dark One", Satan, Evil Forces,) - and we must always remain close to God, for Protection.
I reminded him that "Our steps are ordered of the Lord," and told him to just look around him - to see that he is safe, and out of harm's way. That it could always be "worse" - told him I'd gladly trade my wallet for my two children that I had lost in my bitter breakup with my wife. Told him how proud I was that he tried to help that guy, in the first place. How impressed I was with his energy and motivation - to get a well-paying contracting job, and go on 3 interviews, the very FIRST day he had a place to actually work from, meaning to shower, use the phone, sleep in a bed, etc.
Well, we had a picnic, spent July 4th together, side by side, all day, also had Spencer over to join us. Sat on our blanket out near the beach, held hands, and told each other of past holidays, and Joe told us, that this was the best 4th of July he had EVER had.
July 5th, he worked on the contracting job, thru the weekend, installing a new kitchen floor - which turned out beautifully - Joe insisted on cooking for us on Sunday - to thank us for all our help - and I went home to a sumptuous home-cooked meal, compliments of him, Sunday night, with all my dear friends, the "mayor," Spencer, Joe and I, gathered around the table. We prayed over the meal, and for one another, and had the best time, I think one could ever have. Joe bought me a Zippo lighter, (for my cigars) with his contracting money, (bought one for each of us.) which I think I shall keep, the rest of my life, as one of the dearest gifts I have ever received.
I told Joe, I would take him down to his parent's house to pick up some important documents from his parents - and we'd help him get his ID back, and apply for his SS and his birth certificate. Spencer has absolutely fallen in love with him, as well, and we all three took a road trip together to meet each others' families, and all. We had a rough time getting all the necessary "points" to get his state ID, and had to spend one extra day, down there, in order to get the necessary paperwork. But - we left Indiana WITH his new ID, and all the necessary paperwork he needs to get the rest of his papers. (His mom had to come with us in order make that happen.)
. . . Well, there is more, but I must continue, later, as I am at work, and I have run out of time, for now.
EMAIL:
INRE: Joe's first day - and Roadtrip
Letter to Karol . . . .
Hello, Karol, Love,
Just got back from a much needed road trip - still kind of in a daze. Spencer and I took our greek god-son down to Southern Ill. to visit my mom, spent the night, Monday, then drove over to Southern Indiana to meet Joe's family, and pick up some paperwork, his mom had for him. Everything went like clockwork, on schedule, no problems, and got back home, safely, last night - had a wonderful time. This day trip is sort of a continuation of the original Monday story . . . it HAS been a whirlwind~! . . .
. . . Where were we . . . oh, yes - Spencer, Joe and I had just finished having our first Dinner all-together at Swillers - looked up and it was dark - three hours had just slipped by, as if they were seconds! . . . We couldn't stop there - so we gathered our things, and walked over to a coffee shop, just down the street, and managed to get three prime seats, outdoors, many people to watch in the Streeterville area, - and continued our wonderful chance-meeting, earlier in the afternoon, (Joe and I). (During the time I was to be on the phone with you, btw.)
Spencer and I went inside the cafe, and ordered our coffees, while Joe watched our seats. We picked up our drinks at the counter, and were adding our sugar/cream, etc. which was at the window, right in front of where Joe was sitting, and as I looked out at him, (he was unable to see us) - I could see the pain and the hurt underneath his _expression. It was just the saddest thing I could ever describe. Spencer and I just about "lost" it, right there in the coffee shop - when I reached over and whispered to him, what I saw. That vision has etched a permanent place in my soul, and I shall never be able to forget it.
So, we brought out our coffees and deserts to place before our boi, bringing the sparkle back to his weary eyes, - and spent at least another two hours telling stories, reading passages from Spencerer's book, laughing, and forgetting time, while Joe recited two poems and a rap song he had written!
We left the coffee shop, and I asked Joe to come back and spend the night, so he would not be on the street, alone, or as a "pick-up" from some stranger. We all walked over to the subway, Spencer slipped me $100 to help get the boi home to his parents, or wherever he needed to go, and we boarded the train, waving goodbye (to Spencer), and left for my house.
I have never enjoyed a train ride, as much as that night! I could not keep my eyes off him, and vice versa. We laughed and joked around, the entire way. Got back home, and spent at least two more hours talking - finally got him to relax and lay back in my arms, and his body melted like warm butter into mine. We spent at least another two hours just caressing and fooling around, etc., (safe sex) before finally cuddling up in bed for the night. (Actually the morning!)
The next day, Joe had managed to wake up early, with no alarm clock - went to court (misdemeanor charge) - and had his charge dropped, just as he said it would. He had three job interviews, and followed up on a contracting job, thru my friend ("the Mayor), that very afternoon. I took him over to try and retrieve some of his things, but was unsuccessful. His boots were among the posessions he had lost, and without them, his boss wouldn't permit him to come back to work. (He was looking for a homeless shelter, that Monday, when I met him, and had just lost his job, on top of that.)
Well, Wednsesday rolled around, and he wanted to go out with one of his friends, who had helped him with a place to stay, before, (I had met him on Tuesday - a black guy who works as a nurse at one of the rehab hospitals, just up the street from me.) They wanted me to meet them at 6pm, at the bar where his friend hangs out, which I did. Then, we were to go to Navy Pier for the big fireworks display (3rd of July!)
As they were leaving the bar, his friend, (Louie) - saw an old man who could barely walk, and went over to help him. His back had gone out on him, and he was drunk, no less! Louie (still wearing his green nurse's scrubs from work,) asked me if I would mind giving him a ride home, just around the corner. (Something neither Joe nor I would have done, btw.) Well, as Joe and Louie were helping him around to put him in my truck, Joe's wallet fell out on the ground, somewhere, unbeknownst to us, and we were already down the street, when he noticed it! We rushed back, but it was no longer there. (Or the old man could have lifted it, we just will never know!) That wallet was the only thing Joe had left in this world - the $120 from the contracting job he had just started, his ID, his SS card, and his birth cert.
Well, we had a pretty intense scene, there, with Joe's spirit, absolutely broken, in tears, shaking, and destitute. My heart just broke. His life, already broken. Louie and I sat with him, dabbed at his tears, and talked him down, comforted him for about an hour. We then took Louie home, and I brought Joe back to my house for the night, and I sat up with him, holding him, telling him how "special" he really was, and how sometimes impossible obstacles come our way, to help make us stronger. To "test" us. And, sometimes to bring us messages. And, how many times, these things happen, just before something really good is about to happen. We are always in danger of attack from the enemy (the "Dark One", Satan, Evil Forces,) - and we must always remain close to God, for Protection.
I reminded him that "Our steps are ordered of the Lord," and told him to just look around him - to see that he is safe, and out of harm's way. That it could always be "worse" - told him I'd gladly trade my wallet for my two children that I had lost in my bitter breakup with my wife. Told him how proud I was that he tried to help that guy, in the first place. How impressed I was with his energy and motivation - to get a well-paying contracting job, and go on 3 interviews, the very FIRST day he had a place to actually work from, meaning to shower, use the phone, sleep in a bed, etc.
Well, we had a picnic, spent July 4th together, side by side, all day, also had Spencer over to join us. Sat on our blanket out near the beach, held hands, and told each other of past holidays, and Joe told us, that this was the best 4th of July he had EVER had.
July 5th, he worked on the contracting job, thru the weekend, installing a new kitchen floor - which turned out beautifully - Joe insisted on cooking for us on Sunday - to thank us for all our help - and I went home to a sumptuous home-cooked meal, compliments of him, Sunday night, with all my dear friends, the "mayor," Spencer, Joe and I, gathered around the table. We prayed over the meal, and for one another, and had the best time, I think one could ever have. Joe bought me a Zippo lighter, (for my cigars) with his contracting money, (bought one for each of us.) which I think I shall keep, the rest of my life, as one of the dearest gifts I have ever received.
I told Joe, I would take him down to his parent's house to pick up some important documents from his parents - and we'd help him get his ID back, and apply for his SS and his birth certificate. Spencer has absolutely fallen in love with him, as well, and we all three took a road trip together to meet each others' families, and all. We had a rough time getting all the necessary "points" to get his state ID, and had to spend one extra day, down there, in order to get the necessary paperwork. But - we left Indiana WITH his new ID, and all the necessary paperwork he needs to get the rest of his papers. (His mom had to come with us in order make that happen.)
. . . Well, there is more, but I must continue, later, as I am at work, and I have run out of time, for now.
Saturday, July 06, 2002
From: "gspencer"
To: "Mac Stryper"
Subject: It is not a wonder that I love you . . .
Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 14:05:10 -0500
A beautiful letter from you, thank you, each one is a gift and I eagerly take them as such; taking them as I do your minutes, your hours, your days, your energy, your love. I hold, I hoard, them to my heart.
MySteveMan, laying on the floor, Joseph next to you, I saw you and I felt my love for both. In a moment I remembered Luis, Marcela, Carol on the couch in Seville as I walked in the room after getting my cigarettes. I recalled the love I have for Luis and Marcela and I felt it overlaid by the love I have for you and for Joseph. I was frightened to recognize that once more and felt I shouldn't be there; that I should have walked away with my heart full of love for the two of you. Just as I did that last night in Seville; love unchanging, undiminished by time and space. I didn't want anything to hurt that love, nothing to move it away from my being; not knowing what to do, how to move forward.
The need for your love is greater than the need to preserve that moment; I stayed, I would let the moment pass and grow and I would grow with it. I would be with your love, I would feel your love, I would see your love and feel my love for you deepen. It deepened as Joseph laid his head on you, as you held hands, as I watched the smile on your face. I now know why. All the uncompleted, all the failings, all the times I turned my back on love stop now.
All the love I ever felt for anyone is still in me, always has been, always will be. Love is infinite, love is boundless as the sea. I feel it wash over us. Love is not monogamous, I knew that all along. Guy felt that in me; he wanted it to be monogamous, I wanted it to be monogamous because he did. How did I cut off my love for others during that time? I only hid it, not acting on it, an act more shameful than any. I will not do it again. Love bottled, love restrained, like the earth's life blood, magma, spewing forth in waves destroying all in its path, poisoning the air; countless generations before renewal: no more. Instead, let it lap the shores as the sea, as it does the countless grains of sand there, the countless lives of countless souls. Let it hug them, love them, nourish them, care for them. Let it join, let it grow, let it get all that much bigger, all that much deeper, all that much powerful.
Any more words are less. How can I end this as I've ended emails before? Can
I end this? No. Huggs Kisses Love Caring In any order :Spencer
To: "Mac Stryper"
Subject: It is not a wonder that I love you . . .
Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 14:05:10 -0500
A beautiful letter from you, thank you, each one is a gift and I eagerly take them as such; taking them as I do your minutes, your hours, your days, your energy, your love. I hold, I hoard, them to my heart.
MySteveMan, laying on the floor, Joseph next to you, I saw you and I felt my love for both. In a moment I remembered Luis, Marcela, Carol on the couch in Seville as I walked in the room after getting my cigarettes. I recalled the love I have for Luis and Marcela and I felt it overlaid by the love I have for you and for Joseph. I was frightened to recognize that once more and felt I shouldn't be there; that I should have walked away with my heart full of love for the two of you. Just as I did that last night in Seville; love unchanging, undiminished by time and space. I didn't want anything to hurt that love, nothing to move it away from my being; not knowing what to do, how to move forward.
The need for your love is greater than the need to preserve that moment; I stayed, I would let the moment pass and grow and I would grow with it. I would be with your love, I would feel your love, I would see your love and feel my love for you deepen. It deepened as Joseph laid his head on you, as you held hands, as I watched the smile on your face. I now know why. All the uncompleted, all the failings, all the times I turned my back on love stop now.
All the love I ever felt for anyone is still in me, always has been, always will be. Love is infinite, love is boundless as the sea. I feel it wash over us. Love is not monogamous, I knew that all along. Guy felt that in me; he wanted it to be monogamous, I wanted it to be monogamous because he did. How did I cut off my love for others during that time? I only hid it, not acting on it, an act more shameful than any. I will not do it again. Love bottled, love restrained, like the earth's life blood, magma, spewing forth in waves destroying all in its path, poisoning the air; countless generations before renewal: no more. Instead, let it lap the shores as the sea, as it does the countless grains of sand there, the countless lives of countless souls. Let it hug them, love them, nourish them, care for them. Let it join, let it grow, let it get all that much bigger, all that much deeper, all that much powerful.
Any more words are less. How can I end this as I've ended emails before? Can
I end this? No. Huggs Kisses Love Caring In any order :Spencer
EMAIL
From: "gspencer"
To: "Mac Stryper" , "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Leveraging the night . . .
Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 10:20:10 -0500
. . . with unfulfilled sex drive and vivid dreams of three worlds combined.
Good morning MySteveMan, Love.
. . .
I had a terribly fitful night's sleep, dreamscapes of between stone and >fluff. You were with me through the entire dream, at may side, many times hand in hand, arms around waist or over shoulder. Descending or ascending through them I am not sure.
People that are here now and people who have been here and passed on. A very angry current staffer in the fluff of all places trying to build hard concrete things there for me; trying to make me happy. I was having a very difficult time dealing with him. I did not want the hard things, the realities to be inbetween the rock places. My old friend Ann (now at NIST who sent you LSAT) was there trying to console me; telling me that he meant well.
I kept waking up during the dreams, rolling over on my hard on; ouch. I think I maintained it all through the night; every time I woke up there it was begging for release but the dreams drawing me back into them - making it wait. It was there in the morning, waiting for me - no release yet.
In the dreams a surprise in the soft places; as through the night you are with me and so was Joe. We came up behind him finding him kneeling on the clouds trying to pull something to eat out of a semi-soft vending machine. On realizing we were there he turns to us, looks up with those beautiful eyes and says "What do you expect from an 18 year old?" My heart broke immediately, the dream was over and I had to leave my bed, I was in great pain all over. I've never had someone so new to my consciousness come into my dreams and for him to wake me with that comment. I also never had a constant companion in a such a sequence of dreams.
I should have gone back to bed after the pain eased. I had all of three hours sleep and that being broken. I did not go back to bed. I think I did not want to see what is next; or the pain woke me because I wasn't meant to see what was next.
So I will not delay further in telling you this: The mayor kept calling Joe and I by your name. Steven this and Steven that. Joe caught it first. At first I thought he was telling us about a conversation between you. He spoke through the evening of you a great deal, always referring back to you and saying how much he wished you were with us. I, also, would have liked that but I have to say that I needed to be with the Mayor through the evening without you. Finding out I care about him for him as well as for his relationship with you; which you explained for me previously and set forth again in your letter to Karol. I really do like him. . .
. . . There is an unfathomable amount of love flowing through all of you and an unmistakable bond meant to be. . .
. . . I feel a thread from me out my window up the street to Joe and Richard; a thread soaring across the skyline heading north, wrapping around your abode and going north to you as you sit at work.
The sky is overcast today, its a pall that cannot break the bond. Your email to Karol is incomplete, a thing left unsaid and I wonder why. Is it because you are unsure, because we are unsure, all of us unsure? We cannot have unsteady legs any longer. Sunday, after work, we talk - you and I, maybe all of us. It doesn't matter to me who else will be there. The sun is trying to burn through the pall, it will.
Again, I hope you are having a good day.
Caring Huggs, Kisses and love
:Spencer R6
gspencer@idolo.com "The Romeo and Juliet Chronicles,
Part 6: Romeo and Juliet Have a Son"
Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved ISBN 1-58898-428-1
From: "gspencer"
To: "Mac Stryper" , "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Leveraging the night . . .
Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 10:20:10 -0500
. . . with unfulfilled sex drive and vivid dreams of three worlds combined.
Good morning MySteveMan, Love.
. . .
I had a terribly fitful night's sleep, dreamscapes of between stone and >fluff. You were with me through the entire dream, at may side, many times hand in hand, arms around waist or over shoulder. Descending or ascending through them I am not sure.
People that are here now and people who have been here and passed on. A very angry current staffer in the fluff of all places trying to build hard concrete things there for me; trying to make me happy. I was having a very difficult time dealing with him. I did not want the hard things, the realities to be inbetween the rock places. My old friend Ann (now at NIST who sent you LSAT) was there trying to console me; telling me that he meant well.
I kept waking up during the dreams, rolling over on my hard on; ouch. I think I maintained it all through the night; every time I woke up there it was begging for release but the dreams drawing me back into them - making it wait. It was there in the morning, waiting for me - no release yet.
In the dreams a surprise in the soft places; as through the night you are with me and so was Joe. We came up behind him finding him kneeling on the clouds trying to pull something to eat out of a semi-soft vending machine. On realizing we were there he turns to us, looks up with those beautiful eyes and says "What do you expect from an 18 year old?" My heart broke immediately, the dream was over and I had to leave my bed, I was in great pain all over. I've never had someone so new to my consciousness come into my dreams and for him to wake me with that comment. I also never had a constant companion in a such a sequence of dreams.
I should have gone back to bed after the pain eased. I had all of three hours sleep and that being broken. I did not go back to bed. I think I did not want to see what is next; or the pain woke me because I wasn't meant to see what was next.
So I will not delay further in telling you this: The mayor kept calling Joe and I by your name. Steven this and Steven that. Joe caught it first. At first I thought he was telling us about a conversation between you. He spoke through the evening of you a great deal, always referring back to you and saying how much he wished you were with us. I, also, would have liked that but I have to say that I needed to be with the Mayor through the evening without you. Finding out I care about him for him as well as for his relationship with you; which you explained for me previously and set forth again in your letter to Karol. I really do like him. . .
. . . There is an unfathomable amount of love flowing through all of you and an unmistakable bond meant to be. . .
. . . I feel a thread from me out my window up the street to Joe and Richard; a thread soaring across the skyline heading north, wrapping around your abode and going north to you as you sit at work.
The sky is overcast today, its a pall that cannot break the bond. Your email to Karol is incomplete, a thing left unsaid and I wonder why. Is it because you are unsure, because we are unsure, all of us unsure? We cannot have unsteady legs any longer. Sunday, after work, we talk - you and I, maybe all of us. It doesn't matter to me who else will be there. The sun is trying to burn through the pall, it will.
Again, I hope you are having a good day.
Caring Huggs, Kisses and love
:Spencer R6
gspencer@idolo.com "The Romeo and Juliet Chronicles,
Part 6: Romeo and Juliet Have a Son"
Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved ISBN 1-58898-428-1
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