...Roswell...

Strange stories come out of strange places. In my case it's Roswell, NM, of all places. As you know, it has its own history. Like The Donald, it has their -alternative facts. It's a tourist attraction dedicated to Space Aliens. Yes, you guessed it, these were the friends & neighbors of Pecos Valley Christian College. Acting as its interim President, we were trying to bring the power of hermeneutics into the cauldron of shimming individualists. The operational definition of hermeneutics is the study of the methodological principles of the interpretations of the text, bible. Roswell has a long history; its very own & strange way of interpreting evidence associated with the supernatural, in particular, space visitors from outside of our galaxy, the Milky Way. On behalf of the school, PVCC, where I was their interim president, I was interviewed on the local radio station, as well as being a guest speaker at various venues around town. To tell you the 'truth,' I'm still not sure of what it was that I was a witness to when Ms Taylor, founder of PVCC, took me to someone's back yard gathering. We are all strange in our own uniqueness but these folks in Roswell were alive in their beliefs. Believe me when I say that I wish that I could levitate; as of yet, I can't levitate at will. Even though there was a belief by those who attended the affair, as I had, that they had seen the holy-spirit pass through me as I spoke out in Tongues. But I can't remember the Roswell incident, even when it was occurring. I was out in left field at the time. So, as you know, or maybe believe, the concept of free will is just as hard to get your head around as it is to believe that somehow someone could have levitated at one of these preacher sponsored breakfast gatherings. Or speak in tongues. I hope you know what I mean? The funny thing about it was that it was for the prison ministry, those who took care of  -fallen souls. And because of it, they warned me about the pending attempt on my life when I was being transferred out of Albuquerque, NM.  No, I survived but I was kidnapped by the state of SC to be set up, purged because it valued "the good old boy' s system of justice, based in its aristocratic beliefs. Thankfully, I was pulled out of lockup just in time by those two SC cops who were escorting me. They were still in the vicinity when I was about to be attacked; I screamed at the first pass of the knife; they jumped in at the nick of time. I ended up in solitary that night; the following morning I was paraded through the airport, shackled with hands & leg irons. Everyone was looking at me as I walked by, a shackled white "cracker' and two Black strapping officers from the sunshine state of SC. Slavery is alive and well, in the old days it was a black runaway slave being repatriated without any institutional rights. Today it's a white Irish boy without any constitutional rights.
     

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