Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 06:56:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
Good AM! I was reading, as you were writing P.II! A week without "J" is like a year without cold weather! He's even in SCOTT'S dreams, now! OYVAY! I quote: "J" was walking with "us" up a mountain, and we came across some people filming a movie. I went on my way, up the mtn., Scott & "J" stayed behind and suddenly, "J" started stabbing people! Cont'd.)
- When he woke up, he said, "I just had the strangest dream." I got to thinking about it, and I said - well, it is funny, but here's something even funnier - I never told you I tried to talk him into pursuing acting, and there he was in your dreams, running into a group of actors on a movie set! Cont'd.
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Wed, 03 Sep 2003 09:06:47 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
2-)
I apologize to Scott for those dreams, obviously he should not be left with Junior. I know I am physically safe with the distance but until there is someone in my heart to block him then he can continue to hurt me there.
From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Wed, 03 Sep 2003 09:13:02 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
3-)
Yes, he can act. Scott has a psychic link , bad boy Eros has a strong impact and hold. He is evil though with laura's influence. I know this is the case yet.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Monday, September 01, 2003
Date: Mon, 01 Sep 2003 07:48:32 CDT
From: 8663166256@skytel.com
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
- 2-)
'had a dream that pulled me into waking. some one was murdered, messily, a young man gutted by a heavyset 40-45 yearold very short haired white guy who is quite pleased with his work. some guy at a hotel was telling everyone to register under the victims name to protect him & confuse the perpetrator. signin as RAY RODOVIC he said it over & over. write it down he insisted and said: Wake up & write it down! so I did.
- 3-)
spelling could be: rodolvic, i wrote that first then rudolvic then radovic. after waking I remembered a name junior told us about: not knowing how to spell it, Randy Rudosovic (phonetic).
From: 8663166256@skytel.com
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
- 2-)
'had a dream that pulled me into waking. some one was murdered, messily, a young man gutted by a heavyset 40-45 yearold very short haired white guy who is quite pleased with his work. some guy at a hotel was telling everyone to register under the victims name to protect him & confuse the perpetrator. signin as RAY RODOVIC he said it over & over. write it down he insisted and said: Wake up & write it down! so I did.
- 3-)
spelling could be: rodolvic, i wrote that first then rudolvic then radovic. after waking I remembered a name junior told us about: not knowing how to spell it, Randy Rudosovic (phonetic).
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Dream Stone Gem
Note: Scott was sleeping over . . .
Dream #1:
Someone came up to me and handed me a large ston-shaped piece glass. It was a huge gem from some museum. But it had no weight. I held it in my hands and arms and admired it. I was to put it on a special pedestal where it belonged. It "fit" in that one spot like some sort of futuristic component. Placing it on it's pedestal 'enabled' it's function. I almost dropped it (fumbled it), juast as I was walking over to put it down in its 'spot'!
Dream #2: Same Morning - 7:47 (note the precise moment.)
The great enemy came down out of the sky like many black jellyfish - only they were black video cameras with tentacles.
They were agens of darkness! Armageddon-esque!
Note: Puss puss was lying on my pillow above my head, when I woke up to write this down, and noted the time. She was curled up under my arm and made a gutteral sound as I wrote "Puss puss".
Air Collision
- "Flash" just came up to me in the dream and told me very distincly, and matter-of-factly that he saw something "Immediately around me" - an air collision! (He was clairvoyant, in real-life.)
Emails during this time:
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 10:09:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
Good AM! We just got up! A beautiful night walk, came back here and had a beautiful night! I'm running him back home so he can get 2 wk. Mother calls. Was it "J"? Or some other weirdo? I so sorry! How ya doin'? L&H S
- Hello Duckky! What A DAY! Starting last pm, Even tide walking barefoot on the beach - in search of Mars (no can do) - under a brilliant orange-crescent moon. Sat and shared secrets on Hollywood pier, back 2 the batcave for soft music and naked exploits on the love seat! Returned him at 1pm. Got home to flowers! Pic 2 sixth Romes@aol. L&H - WOW! S
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 17:51:17 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
ahhhh! another good news no stress no crap no fear night for you. if mars is low east se early then I've seen him. I had a call this evening from an intelligence co-worker, circa 1968-1970. I sent postcard, he called. quite a surprise, 2 contacts of long losts since being here.
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Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 16:15:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
This is soooo cool! You have reconnected with hunks from the past, and I have perhaps done the same??? I'm reading 'We Have Been Here, Before' - book from Karol's bookshelf. There is no 'blackness', this Thursday, and I cannot tell you how good that feels! L&H - S
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Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 15:28:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Duck prints in the sand . . .
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com
FLOWERS!
Hello MySpencer!
Last night was one of those rare and unforgettable moments in time. We both looked forward to getting together, again, since Sunday, for a mooonlight walk on the beach, last pm, to see if we could view Mars. (We could not.)
We strolled, barefoot in the cool sand to the pier, under a beautiful orange-crescent moon, in search of the illusive Red Planet. The ambient light made it impossible.
We strolled to, and sat on the pier, touching and caressing. - I just then, told him the story of my stolen children, and my child-support problem - he had kind words, and expressed heart-felt understanding for my story. (Something I only reveal to my closest
loved-ones. Those who will not judge me, and know me for who I am. the obvious reasons!)
We walked back to the apt., and spent at least an hour, if not longer, listening to Josh Groban (some nights, Mickey) - and slowly getting naked on the window seat. Talking of our past loves, present soul loves, (you came up, of course), and our fantasies and dreams.
We adjourned to the love-nest (br) and had the most wonderful night and morning of passion, never letting go of one another. We finally got out of bed, just a little after noon,
and I stopped at 'our' (as in yours and my) Starcafe on Bryn Mawr, and he bought us our morning coffee.
I dropped him off at his place, basking in the afterglow that has not stopped, since the moment I met him . . . drove home, and hopped on my bike for a ride to North Ave and back. These were waiting for me, when I got home, today! (pic) Love and Huggs, Steve !:@>
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 18:19:02 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
How is that book coming along? Do you feel you read it before?
- Long writing session at cafe right now. Marcela seems to have as much to say as spencer, carol, giani and juan carlos combined!!! you have agreat night, sleep and why dream while you are living one. love and huggs :Spencer
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Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 18:54:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
Hello! Yes, a dream that has not ended! I don't remember him from my past, although, I'm still searching. I don't know how he got here, but, I sure like what I see!I did some regression, yesterday, and it scared me, so I stopped. I will need some help, if I am to go back, again. L&H - S
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 20:58:19 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
hey, my steveman: 'just wanted to say goodnight. love huggs :Spencer
- #-)
hey! mysteveman! good morning. how are you? I meant to tell you that on wednesday night I dreamed I was given a lover, a blonde, husky thirty'ish. quite a surprise. I awoke thanking God that at least I had one in my dreams.
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Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 04:12:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
Good Am! Good news in your dream? Bad news in my mailbox, this am. Court order forcing me to take family insurance for the child. Increasing deduction another $50/wk. = $200/mo. I am now trashed. What good is a turnip with no blood? S
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 07:54:00 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
:-O
That is either a great amt of insurance or just expensive. I stayed up too late and had dreams that pulled me deep to the upper levels of Hell. Difficult waking now, it appears that court order pulled you to a similar level.
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Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 06:22:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
AIR DISASTER
I had a weird dream, Wed. night - "Flash" came up to me and said "there is an air disaster immediately near you." It wasn't scary, just a little too clear for a dream. Scott was sleeping next to me. I told him, but he said he has dreams about air disasters all the time. Not to worry. I wonder if it had something to do with the court order, today. Going for a run? S
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 08:34:47 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
Air disaster in Clearwater yesterday just a couple miles from the highrise in which I chose not to live.
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Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 07:22:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
Clearwater? No kidding? That was a close call! Dale and Marine are out for their umpteenth smoke. Dale just got back from having a smoke with someone else, 10 mins. ago! DB disasters and server problems. Phones ringing. Not too bad, in here, yet. But may be too early to tell. I'm having a morning. How's the weather?
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From: 8663166256@skytel.com
Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 09:42:19 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
It sounds like chip n dale deserve high colonics. thats the"air head" disaster near you.
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Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 09:00:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
To: 8663166256@skytel.com
One of the network gurus in here, now. The system crapped out, yesterday, only a few locations not affected. Today they moved TCP/IP to another system (We're not fully sysplexed, yet.) May be indirectly caused by that worm / virus - since they had to turn down communication on the Black Diamond. (Got up to 70% utiliz!) Maybe they turned some things off, that were needed??? We're still on alert, things not running thru, as smooth as they should. . . Frostbite never goes away, I don't think. It is like dead skin. . . A souvenir from the hell period. . . L&H - S
Saturday, August 16, 2003
Theatre Complex in St. Elmo
Dream 1:
I was walking out in front of the house in St. Elmo, where I grew up - down a driveway. They had torn down all the buildings and dug up the parking lot/driveway. I had to step over chunks of concrete.
To the back, they were building some kind of business/theatre complex. The house was still there, but new windows.
Suddenly, I was in some lady's car by the railroad tracks, W. of the house. There was a teenage boy with braces on his teeth, belting out some broadway song, into a microphone.
He was really over-doing it. But, even stranger, the lady was accompanying him on her car horn. Also over-doing it. Really putting her whole body into it! "Body-stock?" (See diagram when I get it scanned in.)
Dream #2:
There was a dangerous precipice, I almost fell off of. The person I was with, I'd known a long time - not "with it" as far as 'sharp'.
Somehow I had 'seen' or known he'd fall, if he wanted to be with me. I let him, anyway.
I did not care. I let him come with me. He fell and I had his 'spirit' with me, forever - guilt?
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Matching Gloves
Note: "Flash" was there, in this one . . .
Dream #1: At some street market:
A leather designer selling gloves, bags - caramel color - beautiful. We were leaving the market, walking home to Grandma Rhodes'.
We found several pairs of those gloves lying on the ground.
Spencer said to pick one up to see if it matches. They did. Then . . . two older ladies came along our path and saw us going through the gloves.
They said "Oh look, the gloves we bought for our husbands."
I wondered if they were for real or scamming. They spent hundreds of dollars on their gifts.
So, I have them back, while Spencer wasn't looking.
Dream #2: Billy Jo Marchman (real-life friend of my mother's, and a former teacher of mine.) - was preaching a sermon at some church. I asked my friend if she was a drag queen, today. He said "when is she not?"
Dream #3: We were at someone's house. There were some children, some pets, some beautiful people. There was a bag of new glasses - same color as the gloves. (See Dream #1, above).
I tried on the one pair that was different - tortoise shell. This one girl said they looked awful. Every pair I tried on made me look old and fat. (I saw in mirror.)
Monday, July 07, 2003
Identical Twins
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Friday, September 13, 2002
Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 06:59:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Tales of the City
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com
Good Friday Morning to you, my Spencer!
Last day of the Disaster turned non-disaster week! YAY! Another good thing to be thankful for! Oh, and did you hear the NY Lottery was 911 on 911 - about 5,000 people played that number, and won around $500 each!
Just heard of a near-Disaster in Miami. Terrorists were stopped, this morning (Fri.13), on I-75, near Miami, with bombs and detonators - bound for Miami. We just got a phone call, about it, here in the computer room, but it is unconfirmed, at this writing. [False report]
Another disaster happened yesterday, sort of in my world, or at least a little closer to home.
After I spoke with you, my homeless friend, Will showed up. He had $3 in his pocket, his mother gave him. It took him almost 3 hours to walk to her house to get it! He stopped by his campsite under the viaduct, and the Dept. of Streets and San. had thrown away all his clothes he had stuffed in a garbage bag, and his protective tarp, when they mowed, yesterday.
I threw his clothes he was wearing, in the wash, on Wed, and let him take a nice, hot shower, and sleep in a warm, clean bed, (well, sofa.) We ate cold-cuts, (he bought us, with the last $4.75 on his Link card,) picnic-style, around the living room, on pillows, and sat up and talked for hours.
I got him up at 5am, when I left, and saw him off. I let him use one of my bikes for the day, so he could make better use of his time (i.e. to find a job.) One of the guys who works at Panera, has also befriended him, and promised to meet him at noon, there, today to put in a good word, since he has already turned in his application.
He kept saying this phrase, "If you think things are bad, just think of me." And he is right. And you have to feel better, when you think about living under a bridge. I sat up with him and talked for a little while, last night, trying to keep his spirits up, and assured him that things will get better. Chicago is a rough city, when you're down. But, aren't they all? He says this one is really bad. I am not so convinced. I think it may be no worse than, say, the Deep South, or NYC, or any of the other cold ones in the North and Midwest, for that matter. I pray for each meal I receive, with deeper thanks, these days, is all I know.
Then, after I got WIll settled in for the night, I also tried calling Sonny back, several times. No answer. I was getting a little worried. His roommate walked in, while we were on the phone, and started a fight, and he had to let me go. Said he'd phone back, but never did.
When I woke up, this am, there were about 5 msgs. from him, overnight! Then he called before I left for work. He and the roommate indeed fought. Sonny's lip was bloodied. But he said he refrained from beating the guy up, too badly. He called the Police out, but since they'd both been fighting, and both wanted to press charges, they'd both have to be taken in. So, they ended up doing nothing.
I told him to try and stay away when the roommate is there, and soon he will be out of there. I know that is next to impossible to try and do, all the time. Soon, he will be with me, and these days will be a faded memory! Judy, (my brother's girlfriend out in CA,) and I both knew the roomate was a potential abuser, as did Sonny, and we have been worried about the living situation since we met Sonny. We sat down and talked about this very thing, when I was out there. I was so glad to hear from him this am, and to learn that he is okay.
I know you still love Junior, the orignal one. I know you miss that one. I think it was only a matter of time before you learned to see him, for the "whole", as I do. And, perhaps that would be better than feeling lovesick. I don't know. My only solace to you is, Time will help heal what the heart cannot. And consider yourself lucky to be alive, to not be permanently scarred from the abuse, to be free from future repurcussions of the violence. And pray that whatever town he travels too, the residents be protected by the Almighty, so this never happens to anyone, ever again. Period. . .
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Tales of the City
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com
Good Friday Morning to you, my Spencer!
Last day of the Disaster turned non-disaster week! YAY! Another good thing to be thankful for! Oh, and did you hear the NY Lottery was 911 on 911 - about 5,000 people played that number, and won around $500 each!
Just heard of a near-Disaster in Miami. Terrorists were stopped, this morning (Fri.13), on I-75, near Miami, with bombs and detonators - bound for Miami. We just got a phone call, about it, here in the computer room, but it is unconfirmed, at this writing. [False report]
Another disaster happened yesterday, sort of in my world, or at least a little closer to home.
After I spoke with you, my homeless friend, Will showed up. He had $3 in his pocket, his mother gave him. It took him almost 3 hours to walk to her house to get it! He stopped by his campsite under the viaduct, and the Dept. of Streets and San. had thrown away all his clothes he had stuffed in a garbage bag, and his protective tarp, when they mowed, yesterday.
I threw his clothes he was wearing, in the wash, on Wed, and let him take a nice, hot shower, and sleep in a warm, clean bed, (well, sofa.) We ate cold-cuts, (he bought us, with the last $4.75 on his Link card,) picnic-style, around the living room, on pillows, and sat up and talked for hours.
I got him up at 5am, when I left, and saw him off. I let him use one of my bikes for the day, so he could make better use of his time (i.e. to find a job.) One of the guys who works at Panera, has also befriended him, and promised to meet him at noon, there, today to put in a good word, since he has already turned in his application.
He kept saying this phrase, "If you think things are bad, just think of me." And he is right. And you have to feel better, when you think about living under a bridge. I sat up with him and talked for a little while, last night, trying to keep his spirits up, and assured him that things will get better. Chicago is a rough city, when you're down. But, aren't they all? He says this one is really bad. I am not so convinced. I think it may be no worse than, say, the Deep South, or NYC, or any of the other cold ones in the North and Midwest, for that matter. I pray for each meal I receive, with deeper thanks, these days, is all I know.
Then, after I got WIll settled in for the night, I also tried calling Sonny back, several times. No answer. I was getting a little worried. His roommate walked in, while we were on the phone, and started a fight, and he had to let me go. Said he'd phone back, but never did.
When I woke up, this am, there were about 5 msgs. from him, overnight! Then he called before I left for work. He and the roommate indeed fought. Sonny's lip was bloodied. But he said he refrained from beating the guy up, too badly. He called the Police out, but since they'd both been fighting, and both wanted to press charges, they'd both have to be taken in. So, they ended up doing nothing.
I told him to try and stay away when the roommate is there, and soon he will be out of there. I know that is next to impossible to try and do, all the time. Soon, he will be with me, and these days will be a faded memory! Judy, (my brother's girlfriend out in CA,) and I both knew the roomate was a potential abuser, as did Sonny, and we have been worried about the living situation since we met Sonny. We sat down and talked about this very thing, when I was out there. I was so glad to hear from him this am, and to learn that he is okay.
I know you still love Junior, the orignal one. I know you miss that one. I think it was only a matter of time before you learned to see him, for the "whole", as I do. And, perhaps that would be better than feeling lovesick. I don't know. My only solace to you is, Time will help heal what the heart cannot. And consider yourself lucky to be alive, to not be permanently scarred from the abuse, to be free from future repurcussions of the violence. And pray that whatever town he travels too, the residents be protected by the Almighty, so this never happens to anyone, ever again. Period. . .
Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 05:06:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Dreamweaver
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com
Last night - dreams of some kind of "Star Wars" attack in the sky! This has been a recurring dream. It happened twice, last night, and within the past few months or so. My sister was the only one there, I recognized, the first time. There were new people there, I was getting to know. People moving into my life, taking the place of former friends, family, who had passed on. There was an attack - certain buildings were gutted, our concrete bldg was only slightly damaged. We looked out at the next bld., and the floors were gone, only the shell remained. Great fear, sadness. But we were not afraid. We were protected. OR maybe just lucky.
There was a dinner party. New people came. But there was a major plot hatching, somewhere. Something big, we didn't want to alarm anyone. So, this guy from work (Al, a manager) and I went to his "room" in the house, and we were trying to make sense out of all the Star Wars attack. Maybe an invasion. Then, another attack came in the sky. Confusion, everywhere.
Funny part - I was in the bathroom, and I noticed a very unusual car, parked under the window - with a boat attached to it. It drove off, and tossed out a bunch of frozen chicken pkgs. - as it left. I looked at the packaging, and it was "bat meat"! I knew this was bad. There was some kind of "bat meat" business going on, I was supposed to know about! Very strange.
Well, how's that for a "Mother-of-all-dreams!"
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Dreamweaver
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com
Last night - dreams of some kind of "Star Wars" attack in the sky! This has been a recurring dream. It happened twice, last night, and within the past few months or so. My sister was the only one there, I recognized, the first time. There were new people there, I was getting to know. People moving into my life, taking the place of former friends, family, who had passed on. There was an attack - certain buildings were gutted, our concrete bldg was only slightly damaged. We looked out at the next bld., and the floors were gone, only the shell remained. Great fear, sadness. But we were not afraid. We were protected. OR maybe just lucky.
There was a dinner party. New people came. But there was a major plot hatching, somewhere. Something big, we didn't want to alarm anyone. So, this guy from work (Al, a manager) and I went to his "room" in the house, and we were trying to make sense out of all the Star Wars attack. Maybe an invasion. Then, another attack came in the sky. Confusion, everywhere.
Funny part - I was in the bathroom, and I noticed a very unusual car, parked under the window - with a boat attached to it. It drove off, and tossed out a bunch of frozen chicken pkgs. - as it left. I looked at the packaging, and it was "bat meat"! I knew this was bad. There was some kind of "bat meat" business going on, I was supposed to know about! Very strange.
Well, how's that for a "Mother-of-all-dreams!"
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Homeless ChatDate: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 11:39:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Cyber Day in the Cafe!
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com, Spencer
Good Afternoon for my Spencer!
. . . Saw my homeless friend, Will (living under a protective tarp, under a viaduct, yesterday.) Bought him a coffee, [at Caribou on Diversey] and spent the better part of afternoon having a few laughs, and having a wonderful conversation (s)! Got back about 8pm, phoned my Sonny! . . .
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Cyber Day in the Cafe!
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com, Spencer
Good Afternoon for my Spencer!
. . . Saw my homeless friend, Will (living under a protective tarp, under a viaduct, yesterday.) Bought him a coffee, [at Caribou on Diversey] and spent the better part of afternoon having a few laughs, and having a wonderful conversation (s)! Got back about 8pm, phoned my Sonny! . . .
Monday, August 26, 2002
From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 18:49:42 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
he threatened to break off my ankles if i talk to you again. he forced me to phone you . i'm sorry. :Spencer -gerry spencer
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From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 23:59:42 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
he is gone and my heart is broken. I think his too.:Spencer -gerry spencer
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 18:49:42 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
he threatened to break off my ankles if i talk to you again. he forced me to phone you . i'm sorry. :Spencer -gerry spencer
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From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 23:59:42 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
he is gone and my heart is broken. I think his too.:Spencer -gerry spencer
Sunday, August 25, 2002
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2002 15:14:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: ~Dreamscapes and Prophecies
To: Spencer
Hello My Spencer,
. . . Had another epic dream, last night, I felt I needed to share with you, since I was worried about you, when I went to bed, last night. You were utmost in my prayers, and as it turns out, in my dreams.
It was the most profound dream, yet, and I awoke after only two hours of sleep, to write it down. This one was unique in two ways. One, it happened at the beginning of my night's sleep, and Two, it contained some of the most prophetic and clear messages, to date. When I awoke from it, I grabbed hold of my Bible, which I went to sleep, holding, and opened it up at random, and it just happened to open up to Isaiah 61 - which I'll quote, at the end. . .
. . . Here is the dream . . . (in four parts:)
Part I: There were two of us. We were waiting to go to work one afternoon. We were farmers. Our dad had gone into the fields ahead of us, to "clean" them. We were to follow him, but we weren't sure where he was, nor into which field he had gone.
We would go in and harvest, after him. We looked, and the fields had been subdivided. They had been divided into thirds. And those thirds were further divided into triangles. They fit together, two on the end, and one in the middle, forming rectangles.
Part II: While we were waiting, I went up to a concert arena. I went to buy a ticket. Wasn't sure who was playing, but I told the girl at the ticket office it was the "Big Name". There were only a few tickets left, on either the 9th or 19th or 28th - (not sure if those were rows, or dates.) She was not laughing. No sense of humor. It was as if she was part of some important operation. Anyway, I got my ticket and went into the arena.
Suddenly, I was talking with some kind of church group. I was to lead the music for their praise and worship group - helping them rehearse. There was a piano and a familiar group waiting for my special style of music.
Someone was angry with me for not being prepared the way THEY wanted it to be performed. I stood in front of the congregation, as some sort of prophet, or a leader, and explained to them about how and why it had to be done this way - sort of "enlightened" them, so they could understand my vision. There was only one "right way". I held my position and was very emphatic about it.
Part III: Next we were in a P.O.W camp. Some boy was trying to escape - was being "rescued" by some people from above, pulling him up by a rope. He was rising up a very tall distance through an opening in the roof. The guards were fast approaching. He made it to the top and safely out. I recognized him from somewhere. He made it out, as well as one other person, both to safety. But there were more guards (evil) waiting for both of them (us.) They were easily re-captured. The one boy was forced down into the "splits" - one leg out in front, the other behind, into a sitting position - locked all the way down. He was then pushed forward into a corner - where he was to await his punishment. They did the same to the other person (maybe myself, or another, not sure.)
Part IV: Just then a new character arrived on the scene. Sort of like a gun-totin' cowboy dude - a gigantic man (a giant) - wearing a black hat and shirt and chaps. His hands were steadied over his pistols, as he rode into town on his motorcycle. Everyone was sure to stay out of his way. He was the biggest, baddest cowboy of them all. He was there for a reason - to eliminate the bad guy(s) once and for all. He was many, many times bigger and more powerful, than all the rest. We were all relieved that he was about to clean up this town, once and for all. We felt safe, knowing he was here. Secure. Healthy. Strong. Peaceful.
Then I woke up. I felt as if I had been on a strange journey to a very dangerous and unsettling place, where I could "see" all this happening from above - sort of transported. It felt as if I was alone there, but, I was aware that I was in a protective shield of some sort. It would have been too dangerous for me to go in there and "see" this knowledge, outside of this shield. But, I had been protected by this "force" or "power", I could neither see nor hear. I just "went" with it - whatever "it" was. I was then brought back home. Woke up - very alarmed and disturbed!
Like I said, earlier, I opened up my Bible, I had been hugging onto . . . to Isaiah 61 . . . And this is the part that really freaked me out:
"The Spirit of the Lord God IS upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.
To proclaim the acceptable year to the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn.
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, (Note: The next part is a popular praise and worship song, we used to do almost every Sunday, coincidentally:)
- To give them beauty for ashes,
- the oil of joy for mourning.
- the garment of praise
- for the spirit of heaviness.
- that they might be called
- Trees of righteousness,
- the planting of the Lord,
that he might be glorified. (End of song) continuing with passage . . .
AND they shall build the old wastes, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the waste cities, the desolations of many generations.
And strangers shall stand and feed your flocks, and the sons of the alien SHALL BE your plowmen and your vinedressers.
But ye shall be named the Priests of the Lord; MEN shall call you the Ministers of our God; ye shall eat the riches of the Gentiles, and in their glory shall ye boast yourselves.
7.) For your shame ye shall have DOUBLE; and FOR confusion they shall rejoice in their portion; therefor in their land they shall posess the double: everlasting joy shall be unto them.
8.) For I the Lord love judgement, I hate robbery for burnt offering, and I will direct their work in truth, and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.
9.) AND their seed shall be known among the Gentiles, and their offspring among the people; all that see them shall acknowledge them and they ARE the seed WHICH the Lord hath blessed.
10.) I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me WITH the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh HIMSELF with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with jewels.
11.) For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown into it to spring forth; so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
The dream fortold of: 1.) the sowing in the field; 2.) the Praise and Worship song being Priests Ministering the Word; 3.) the prison opening to them that are bound, and proclaiming liberty to the captives; 4.) the gun-slinging giant - or the day of Vengeance to comfort all that mourn.
I was just astonished how all four parts of the dream were right in sync with the Passages. I don't pretend to understand all this - I am just the messenger, here. I wrote it down, word for word, as it happened, so I wouldn't forget. Nor alter.
I feel a real danger coming from your end. I felt very afraid to call or make plans with you, Sunday (today,) after I had previously written you on Friday. Just so you know why I didn't call.
Then, this afternoon, I received a threatening message from Joe - on my machine. I don't know why he is threatening me, out of the blue, like that. I haven't spoken with him since the Mozart concert, nor with you, since the Sunday before I left on vacation. I am going to call the Police and report it, though. As soon as I get home, tonight. I think he is seriously dangerous, and there is no telling where his violent, schizophrenic behavior will end up.
I am holding onto your postcard, by the way. I thought it might trigger a violent reaction, if he saw a letter from me, when I heard he was still there. I will just give it to you in person, when I see you. Will you please call me this week, and let me know how you are, and what the H@#$ is going on. I worry for you, like I have never worried, before. And I am afraid to come around, now, because of his violent behavior. I left my car battery charger in the rental car - (for the cell phone) accidentally - so didn't turn on cell phone earlier in day, to conserve the battery.
I feel our time is short, together, as I mentioned before. I have just submitted my resume to BayRecruiters.com - looking for a job out in the SF area. It may take a couple years at most, to fully relocate, but I have picked out where I want to go, and the details are miraculously falling into place. I will explain, in person. Great things are happening, and cannot wait to tell you all about it. Was hoping to get with you, today, but then, the thing with Junior really has me alarmed.
- The greatest Love for You, humanly possible, and THEN some . . .
- Your Steveman MSM
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: ~Dreamscapes and Prophecies
To: Spencer
Hello My Spencer,
. . . Had another epic dream, last night, I felt I needed to share with you, since I was worried about you, when I went to bed, last night. You were utmost in my prayers, and as it turns out, in my dreams.
It was the most profound dream, yet, and I awoke after only two hours of sleep, to write it down. This one was unique in two ways. One, it happened at the beginning of my night's sleep, and Two, it contained some of the most prophetic and clear messages, to date. When I awoke from it, I grabbed hold of my Bible, which I went to sleep, holding, and opened it up at random, and it just happened to open up to Isaiah 61 - which I'll quote, at the end. . .
. . . Here is the dream . . . (in four parts:)
Part I: There were two of us. We were waiting to go to work one afternoon. We were farmers. Our dad had gone into the fields ahead of us, to "clean" them. We were to follow him, but we weren't sure where he was, nor into which field he had gone.
We would go in and harvest, after him. We looked, and the fields had been subdivided. They had been divided into thirds. And those thirds were further divided into triangles. They fit together, two on the end, and one in the middle, forming rectangles.
Part II: While we were waiting, I went up to a concert arena. I went to buy a ticket. Wasn't sure who was playing, but I told the girl at the ticket office it was the "Big Name". There were only a few tickets left, on either the 9th or 19th or 28th - (not sure if those were rows, or dates.) She was not laughing. No sense of humor. It was as if she was part of some important operation. Anyway, I got my ticket and went into the arena.
Suddenly, I was talking with some kind of church group. I was to lead the music for their praise and worship group - helping them rehearse. There was a piano and a familiar group waiting for my special style of music.
Someone was angry with me for not being prepared the way THEY wanted it to be performed. I stood in front of the congregation, as some sort of prophet, or a leader, and explained to them about how and why it had to be done this way - sort of "enlightened" them, so they could understand my vision. There was only one "right way". I held my position and was very emphatic about it.
Part III: Next we were in a P.O.W camp. Some boy was trying to escape - was being "rescued" by some people from above, pulling him up by a rope. He was rising up a very tall distance through an opening in the roof. The guards were fast approaching. He made it to the top and safely out. I recognized him from somewhere. He made it out, as well as one other person, both to safety. But there were more guards (evil) waiting for both of them (us.) They were easily re-captured. The one boy was forced down into the "splits" - one leg out in front, the other behind, into a sitting position - locked all the way down. He was then pushed forward into a corner - where he was to await his punishment. They did the same to the other person (maybe myself, or another, not sure.)
Part IV: Just then a new character arrived on the scene. Sort of like a gun-totin' cowboy dude - a gigantic man (a giant) - wearing a black hat and shirt and chaps. His hands were steadied over his pistols, as he rode into town on his motorcycle. Everyone was sure to stay out of his way. He was the biggest, baddest cowboy of them all. He was there for a reason - to eliminate the bad guy(s) once and for all. He was many, many times bigger and more powerful, than all the rest. We were all relieved that he was about to clean up this town, once and for all. We felt safe, knowing he was here. Secure. Healthy. Strong. Peaceful.
Then I woke up. I felt as if I had been on a strange journey to a very dangerous and unsettling place, where I could "see" all this happening from above - sort of transported. It felt as if I was alone there, but, I was aware that I was in a protective shield of some sort. It would have been too dangerous for me to go in there and "see" this knowledge, outside of this shield. But, I had been protected by this "force" or "power", I could neither see nor hear. I just "went" with it - whatever "it" was. I was then brought back home. Woke up - very alarmed and disturbed!
Like I said, earlier, I opened up my Bible, I had been hugging onto . . . to Isaiah 61 . . . And this is the part that really freaked me out:
"The Spirit of the Lord God IS upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.
To proclaim the acceptable year to the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn.
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, (Note: The next part is a popular praise and worship song, we used to do almost every Sunday, coincidentally:)
- To give them beauty for ashes,
- the oil of joy for mourning.
- the garment of praise
- for the spirit of heaviness.
- that they might be called
- Trees of righteousness,
- the planting of the Lord,
that he might be glorified. (End of song) continuing with passage . . .
AND they shall build the old wastes, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the waste cities, the desolations of many generations.
And strangers shall stand and feed your flocks, and the sons of the alien SHALL BE your plowmen and your vinedressers.
But ye shall be named the Priests of the Lord; MEN shall call you the Ministers of our God; ye shall eat the riches of the Gentiles, and in their glory shall ye boast yourselves.
7.) For your shame ye shall have DOUBLE; and FOR confusion they shall rejoice in their portion; therefor in their land they shall posess the double: everlasting joy shall be unto them.
8.) For I the Lord love judgement, I hate robbery for burnt offering, and I will direct their work in truth, and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.
9.) AND their seed shall be known among the Gentiles, and their offspring among the people; all that see them shall acknowledge them and they ARE the seed WHICH the Lord hath blessed.
10.) I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me WITH the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh HIMSELF with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with jewels.
11.) For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown into it to spring forth; so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
The dream fortold of: 1.) the sowing in the field; 2.) the Praise and Worship song being Priests Ministering the Word; 3.) the prison opening to them that are bound, and proclaiming liberty to the captives; 4.) the gun-slinging giant - or the day of Vengeance to comfort all that mourn.
I was just astonished how all four parts of the dream were right in sync with the Passages. I don't pretend to understand all this - I am just the messenger, here. I wrote it down, word for word, as it happened, so I wouldn't forget. Nor alter.
I feel a real danger coming from your end. I felt very afraid to call or make plans with you, Sunday (today,) after I had previously written you on Friday. Just so you know why I didn't call.
Then, this afternoon, I received a threatening message from Joe - on my machine. I don't know why he is threatening me, out of the blue, like that. I haven't spoken with him since the Mozart concert, nor with you, since the Sunday before I left on vacation. I am going to call the Police and report it, though. As soon as I get home, tonight. I think he is seriously dangerous, and there is no telling where his violent, schizophrenic behavior will end up.
I am holding onto your postcard, by the way. I thought it might trigger a violent reaction, if he saw a letter from me, when I heard he was still there. I will just give it to you in person, when I see you. Will you please call me this week, and let me know how you are, and what the H@#$ is going on. I worry for you, like I have never worried, before. And I am afraid to come around, now, because of his violent behavior. I left my car battery charger in the rental car - (for the cell phone) accidentally - so didn't turn on cell phone earlier in day, to conserve the battery.
I feel our time is short, together, as I mentioned before. I have just submitted my resume to BayRecruiters.com - looking for a job out in the SF area. It may take a couple years at most, to fully relocate, but I have picked out where I want to go, and the details are miraculously falling into place. I will explain, in person. Great things are happening, and cannot wait to tell you all about it. Was hoping to get with you, today, but then, the thing with Junior really has me alarmed.
- The greatest Love for You, humanly possible, and THEN some . . .
- Your Steveman MSM
Friday, August 09, 2002
Love vs Loneliness . . .
Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002
"Spencer, Gerald" wrote:
. . . lasting regressions? Heartache by the number.
MySteveMan,
yes, a breakdown, a meltdown at seeing yet another sign of a life out of sorts, drifting. Wanted yet unwanted hopes dashed. Love hurts, so who wants it? if it means no hurt but loneliness is pain as well. Loneliness and depression go together; love and agony go together; I don't know which is worse. I want to say love and agony are worse
Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002
"Spencer, Gerald" wrote:
. . . lasting regressions? Heartache by the number.
MySteveMan,
yes, a breakdown, a meltdown at seeing yet another sign of a life out of sorts, drifting. Wanted yet unwanted hopes dashed. Love hurts, so who wants it? if it means no hurt but loneliness is pain as well. Loneliness and depression go together; love and agony go together; I don't know which is worse. I want to say love and agony are worse
From: Steven Rhodes [mailto:cubstryper@yahoo.com]
Sent: Friday, August 09, 2002 8:40 AM
To: Spencer, Gerald
Subject: Re: Lasting Impressions
Good Morning My Spencer,
I remember once, meeting my "dream" match. It was shortly after I moved back to Chicago, from the turbulent Belinda years. We had several phone conversations - all lengthy - before meeting. We agreed to meet for lunch, one Summer day.
He came by to pick me up - apologizing for both the Rolls(es) being in the shop, the Caddy was his work car. He was handsome. He was dashing. He was English. Office on LSD - Real Estate and Law - (son or grandson of a Nobleman - who founded the Boy Souts of America.)
We were both seeing stars. I could feel it. I could see he felt it. We sat close to each other on the way to Lunch. All during Lunch. Talking of past relationships, work stories, family, many good topics. We were so different. Yet, we found the common thread in each topic, and laughed and had fun, all thru the course of the afternoon.
A perfect gentleman, he dropped me off, we kissed goodbye, and I got out of the car, and went back up to my apartment, alone. Probably to drink. Drown my sorrows. Drown my feelings. I never called him back. He never called me. The possibility of rejection, overwhelmed me, so I remained isolated. Remained safe.
I wanted to remember him, just the way he was. You see, he had already "become". I was barely even "born". I knew I had a WAYS to go, many, many issues to resolve. Many lessons to learn. Many people to meet. People who would bring enlightenment. Encouragement. Hope. Knowledge.
Different people would bring different gifts, over the years. Helping me to "become". Never took on a lover, in all that time, tho. There were many proposals. Many friends. A few playmates. But NO one I would be able to live with. No one I trusted that much. Except for potentially, that one Englishman. And that, based only on a few conversations, and one date.
I suspect it is the same with Junior. He has barely been "born". Many people to meet. Many lessons to learn. Life will happen. His Destiny is not here. This was only a stop for "food". A banquet, at that! I am all the wiser for having met him. All the stronger. I hope you can say the same.
Sent: Friday, August 09, 2002 8:40 AM
To: Spencer, Gerald
Subject: Re: Lasting Impressions
Good Morning My Spencer,
I remember once, meeting my "dream" match. It was shortly after I moved back to Chicago, from the turbulent Belinda years. We had several phone conversations - all lengthy - before meeting. We agreed to meet for lunch, one Summer day.
He came by to pick me up - apologizing for both the Rolls(es) being in the shop, the Caddy was his work car. He was handsome. He was dashing. He was English. Office on LSD - Real Estate and Law - (son or grandson of a Nobleman - who founded the Boy Souts of America.)
We were both seeing stars. I could feel it. I could see he felt it. We sat close to each other on the way to Lunch. All during Lunch. Talking of past relationships, work stories, family, many good topics. We were so different. Yet, we found the common thread in each topic, and laughed and had fun, all thru the course of the afternoon.
A perfect gentleman, he dropped me off, we kissed goodbye, and I got out of the car, and went back up to my apartment, alone. Probably to drink. Drown my sorrows. Drown my feelings. I never called him back. He never called me. The possibility of rejection, overwhelmed me, so I remained isolated. Remained safe.
I wanted to remember him, just the way he was. You see, he had already "become". I was barely even "born". I knew I had a WAYS to go, many, many issues to resolve. Many lessons to learn. Many people to meet. People who would bring enlightenment. Encouragement. Hope. Knowledge.
Different people would bring different gifts, over the years. Helping me to "become". Never took on a lover, in all that time, tho. There were many proposals. Many friends. A few playmates. But NO one I would be able to live with. No one I trusted that much. Except for potentially, that one Englishman. And that, based only on a few conversations, and one date.
I suspect it is the same with Junior. He has barely been "born". Many people to meet. Many lessons to learn. Life will happen. His Destiny is not here. This was only a stop for "food". A banquet, at that! I am all the wiser for having met him. All the stronger. I hope you can say the same.
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
Hostage Crises on Huron
Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 17:26:20 -0700 (PDT
8776010995@skytel.com wrote:
i am at starbucks now for 2.5 hours waiting for junior . he [Junior]said he will come . i call each hour , he is home , now he says no. i need to get him out and to meet me. it is a little thing i need i ask of his love. i will not go home without it . i cannot. call my cell please .SOS Love Spencer & -gerry spencer
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Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 17:26:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: R U OK?
To: 8776010995@skytel.com
Is everything OKAY? What did I have for dessert? What did I tell the old lady at lunch? - MSM
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From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Wed, 07 Aug 2002 19:48:27 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
- ok. cookies&cream ice cream certainly no problem. -gerry
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From: geraldsp [mailto:gspencer@idolo.com]
Sent: Thursday, August 08, 2002 4:35 PM
To: 'cubstryper@yahoo.com'
Subject: Occasions . . .
. . . Of less comfort.
Phone line: use 312-944-2129 for phone calls, I took the phones off of
312-944-2123.
Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 17:26:20 -0700 (PDT
8776010995@skytel.com wrote:
i am at starbucks now for 2.5 hours waiting for junior . he [Junior]said he will come . i call each hour , he is home , now he says no. i need to get him out and to meet me. it is a little thing i need i ask of his love. i will not go home without it . i cannot. call my cell please .SOS Love Spencer & -gerry spencer
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Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 17:26:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: R U OK?
To: 8776010995@skytel.com
Is everything OKAY? What did I have for dessert? What did I tell the old lady at lunch? - MSM
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From: 8776010995@skytel.com
Date: Wed, 07 Aug 2002 19:48:27 CDT
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com
- ok. cookies&cream ice cream certainly no problem. -gerry
---------------
From: geraldsp [mailto:gspencer@idolo.com]
Sent: Thursday, August 08, 2002 4:35 PM
To: 'cubstryper@yahoo.com'
Subject: Occasions . . .
. . . Of less comfort.
Phone line: use 312-944-2129 for phone calls, I took the phones off of
312-944-2123.
Friday, August 02, 2002
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
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
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.
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