Then my grandmother stopped. She pulled the two of us nearer to her in shock. The fight was now three men against three men, two of whom were significantly older… but, the older the dog the meaner the fight and they don’t go down easily. The three bloodied men got in the car and pulled away… my uncle was face down in the road, and my grandfather was lying on the shoulder of the road. Harry came up to the car to check on us and was covered in blood. Now, in those days there were no cellular phones and we were in the ‘out country’ in the very early sixties, in rural upstate New York… My grandfather was a mild man, a banker. He always wore a bow tie and he aged gracefully into his older years. I was very close to him. As I have aged I too have his white hair and his rounding stance. Writing this book has taken me on an emotional journey that I hadn’t really planned to take. But nonetheless here I am with nearly forgotten feeling coming forth from the core of my being… I must say I never wanted to channel. I think the old David chose to leave a life of abuse; tired, worn out and ultimately frustrated, he ceased to have the desire to remain in a life that had taken its toll upon him. I still sense him close to the surface of my beingness. It is often like standing within my own shadow’s reflection. A silence within a moment when I stand face to face with someone I do not know, but with someone my heart achingly goes out to… Does it matter where we come from? Sure. I always think back about the saying, “You can’t beat out the bone what’s born in the blood.” We pay attention to the pedigree of our dogs, our cats, and of course horses. Horse breeders always pay for the line the horse comes from and its appointments and pedigree. I know many of you are twitching now that I have made this comparison, but think about it, the line you come from and how you were bred also speak to the environment you grew up in and the values and behaviors embraced by that culture; those may be rough odds to win out over… I was introduced to what we now call Transgenderism when I was a young boy, a very young boy. Back in the fifties and sixties it was a subject that little was known about and frankly something that was never discussed, especially openly. Thinking back, my mother always had problems with men. Well, there was a reason why. She married, divorced, and remarried and then divorced again. But, my mother always kept company with what I thought were distant cousins, or unusual, and very, very, distant and unknown uncles. The first special friend she had was called Dee. I think back when terms were less refined than they are now. My step-father always called Dee a diesel-dyke. Imagine such a term and what it brings to mind. He was jealous of the time my mother would spend with her, and she, Dee, liked to be referred to as ‘he’, not ‘she.’ It seemed no one in my life liked to be referred to as who they were and more importantly what they were. Back then in the fifties, sixties, seventies and even eighties terms were much looser and more colorful than they are now… There will always be someone smarter, brighter, wealthier, and just 'more' than you. Learning to focus within your life and celebrate it in ways that bring union, oneness, and contentedness gives you the ability to go forth from a solid foundation in a more structured and sensible way. The gift of love can be seen in the eyes, for within lives the soul. When one looks at you in ways no other can, you know that deeply within them there is 'only a place for you.' Now how well will you, or have you, respected and nurtured that place? Each person comes to be at where they are at any given moment because they were taught to be and react as they do. With love, patience, and through understanding you can overcome tempers, affairs and betrayals. And once you do you will be in a stronger and more secure place than ever before... When it came to be Bonnie’s turn she said, “I’m Bonnie, an N.D.E. survivor and an abductee. I’m so excited to be here tonight with my friend David. We first met during our abduction but he isn’t fully reintegrated yet and has suppressed the memory.” Okay, where do you go with that? This was a stranger. Someone I had never seen, never met, and totally didn’t know. Then came my turn. “I’m David and I apparently just re-met Bonnie tonight. So, I’m guessing that this will be an interesting evening.” Is it true that I believe I have experienced abductions or alien presence within my lifetime? Yes, so I seem to recall. Both Bonnie and I shared these types of experiences… When I was a boy I would recall floating above my bed and traveling upward and out into space. Clicking sounds, darkened backlighted silhouettes and a feeling of comfort and safety was also experienced… The periwinkle door opened and people took their seats throughout the house as they placed their offerings of food in the kitchen. The guests were fairly easy to identify by their license plates or by the rentals in the driveway and on the lawn. There was the usual Range Rover and Mercedes parked by the spray painted VW that had duct tape covering a rusted out opening in the passenger door and by the Dodge Rams with stainless steel toolboxes in the back. It was certainly an array of people and vehicles.
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