On a night in August 2000, Landy and I drove many miles to a hotel in South San Francisco, CA. I made a series of raps with my right knuckles upon the door on the second story. A short thick person came out to give me Maori greeting on the nose. I pulled back not knowing what that meant at that time or thinking he was going to kiss me or whatever but instead I shook his hand up and down vigorously American style.
Two thick people and a little, light-haired girl were inside a hotel room. I didn’t expect the couple and a child to be present. They were his relatives with Oscar being his cousin.
We watched a video of a race which took place near American Samoa. The point of view of the camera was way above the Pacific Ocean and too far away to view the pin-sized contestants up close. There was no sound but a visual of vast ocean. My mind was racing with many thoughts, later realizing they had the gift of hearing without speaking. Damn.
Oscar was the talker of the group and he told of a time when he used to be very good at racing in canoes during his younger years. He motioned left and right as if rowing and his strokes were truly smooth and rhythmic to that of a canoe racer. I could see that he was in muscular shape from the looks of his upper body, which appears doughy from age but still tight and probably left over from working out during his high school years.
I later found out that he lost his girlfriend out to sea while they both went swimming during his high school years. He tried to swim after her but his strength from body building left him and could not save her. I figured anyone who has lost a loved one has already suffered, which probably explains why he loves talking about women. So on with my story.
He went on to brag how many beautiful women would wave: `Hi, Oscar`. He smiled widely, cocking his neck this way and that and waving back at these women. I believe the man was very popular and attractive to women in those days. At that time, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Oscar to my right hand side.
Then suddenly, Ruby his wife flung an empty water bottle on his head. She was sitting to my left hand side and to Oscar’s right side. This incident was after a brief pause in Oscar’s conversation of women. I remember looking downward in silence, too, while visualizing all the women waving to Oscar.
I later found out that he dated lots of women and that he probably let a few more stories slip by, letting his wife, who was within earshot to hear of his newest story. I was rather impressed but not amused. I didn’t react to the incident but kept my cool as my mind was too relaxed at that time; since it was late into the night.
He then started talking about credit agencies and my asking for his website of that sort of business. For whatever reason, I tugged on Oscar’s dark-blue, long-sleeved, plaid-designed shirt (similar to some sort of gang color code) after he said:
We fight them.
I knew they meant business. I too am business minded. But I still wonder if I could see them once again on better terms after so many years. I made weird discoveries over the course of nine slong years. But those data do NOT reflect what is printed in black and white. And I’ll keep it at that – simple and merely administrative.
So to the intel community, just lay off the mainstream media. It is NO longer worth my entertainment. TPTB know more than they are willing to expose, much like UFO’s and extraterrestrials floating around above in the air or hiding below underground. Once again, many are called, few are chosen. Go figure.
