The Advent of Dionysus / Quest for Michael / 16.01

Revelation 12:7

1	"And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven." Revelation 12:7-8

The Lunch Date

The reason why I bring this up is that it calls for a champion of the New Church, which is what Michael represents above. While it concerns a friend Mike at work, which is who I asked to deliver the additional pages of Prin-cess Thianna to May in the last chapter. This was about a month-and-a-half after I quit my job. He didn't seem to have any qualms about doing it, so we arranged to meet at the local Lyon's restaurant for lunch.

We arranged to meet on Friday, November 7th, around noon I believe, and I showed up as agreed. And I began to wait, and wait, and continued to wait, for about forty-five minutes. I even went inside the restaurant a couple of times, to check and see if he wasn't already there, in case I missed him. And, although I thought about waiting inside, I didn't feel like sitting at the table alone and have them waiting on me. I just assumed we started at the same time and didn't want to feel obligated to buy anything. So I spent most of my time in my car out in the parking, scanning the entrances for his arrival.

I decided I would give him another ten to fifteen minutes, which would give him a full hour. About one or two minutes later I noticed his truck pull-ing into the parking lot. He was just pulling into the parking space as I got out of my car and walked towards him. When he got out of his truck I asked why he was late. I think he said something was wrong with his truck. I don't recall exactly what, but it struck me as kind of odd. I then asked if he wanted to go inside and he said no, because he didn't have time. So we decided to talk in my car for about ten minutes.

The Roman God Mercury

When he stepped inside he exclaimed how much room there was (he was pretty tall) and how new it looked and asked what kind of car it was. I said it was a Mercury Mystique and, that it was named after the Roman god Mercury. While I said it was another name for the Greek god Hermes, who was the messenger to the gods. We talked about this for a bit, and talked about sym-bolism and numbers, before he brought up the number 47. And asked if I knew it appeared in each of the original Star Trek episodes, and if I understood what it meant. I said I wasn't aware of this, but said the numbers 4 and 7 were the first two digits in the number 479, which corresponded to the name Dennis. Which, for whatever reason, didn't seem to register.

I then asked if he would be interested in doing lunch on Monday, but he said no, because he was taking the day off for his birthday. So we decided to give it another try on Tuesday, the 11th which, happened to be Veteran's Day: "And after three days and a half the Spirit of life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them."

Revelation 11:11. Whereas there's something about his birthday being so close to Veteran's Day. (See below.)

I then gave him the envelope with the manuscript for May to read (if not before that), which he agreed to deliver that afternoon. Then as he stepped out of the car, apparently he was impressed by our little chat, he said he was the god Mercury about to make the delivery. Which seemed kind of odd, coming from a man of his big build. I always imagined Mercury (or Hermes) as more petite, and smaller in stature. Closer to my roommate from Bulgaria, in fact. Neither did he seem to fully grasp what we were saying. It was only the first time I asked him to do this, and was something I'm sure the god Mercury would have done a regular basis. And he didn't seem like the type. That kind of gave it away. And I thought, Okay, if he wants to believe this that's fine, just so long as he makes the delivery, which he did. Or, possibly he was just trying to humor me, as evidenced by some of the tings that follow.

Also, he didn't seem noticeably upset or bothered about anything, except for his excuse for being late, which was a bit lame (I just figured he overslept), plus what happened here. So I didn't think there was any problems between us. Come to find out later this was probably the last thing he wanted to do, and things were beginning to come to a head. Anyway he got in his truck and left to do whatever he had to do, and delivered the manuscript to May later that afternoon.

Kentucky Fried Chicken / 479

I still had about an hour before I had to go to work, working swing, at the same company I met Julie and Darlene in the next chapter. I was still hungry, but no longer felt up to the occasion, neither did I want to spend the money. So I opted to go to Kentucky Fried Chicken instead, and buy the three piece meal for $4.79. It seems I had eaten there before, and bought the same meal for $4.79. And, since we were just talking about the number 479, although it didn't mean much to him, it meant something to me, so I thought it would be a fitting tribute to myself.

Which is the funniest thing, for it was shortly before Christmas that I stop-ped by a second time and had the same meal for $4.79. This was right before I left for California to visit my mother. Thus on the day before New Years, after I got back from California, I decided to buy lunch at a different restaurant, but missed the left-turn signal and opted to go straight instead, which I did. But as I turned down the last street, I realized it was the same street Kentucky Fried Chicken was on, and at the last moment I decided to eat here. And of course buy the same meal for $4.79. Guess what? Just as I was parking the car, I looked at the trip meter, which I set to zero before I left for California, and it said 479! Wow! Actually it should have said 1479, except there were only three digits on the trip meter (four including the one tenth digit).

The New Lunch Date

It was just as amazing either way, and gave me some consolation after what happened next, when we were to meet for lunch on the following Tuesday. And here, my roommate came home late on Monday night, because Tuesday was a holiday (for teachers). He was unusually noisy and didn't go to bed until about 4 o'clock. (I think he'd been out drinking.) Consequently I got upset and couldn't go back to sleep. (I had just fallen asleep.) Then at 8 o'clock in the morning, he got on the phone in the next room and began to talk—much louder than normal—for the next four hours! Needless to say I only got about an hour's sleep.

But, true to my word, I dragged myself out of bed and got ready to meet Mike. It was just after 11 o'clock, but my roommate was still on the phone. And, since Mike had asked me to call him, just to make sure he was awake (that should have been my clue!), I had drive to the local Fred Myers store to make the call. But there was no answer! And I was thinking that's odd, and thought maybe I should drive to the restaurant anyway and try calling from there. Still no answer! Thus I drove back to Fred Myers and tried once more, to no avail. When I got home my roommate was still on the phone so I crashed out on the living room sofa, where it was more quiet. While the blinds were open and I could see Arlington Street across the way. (More about this later.)

Mike didn't know I was still suicidal, if he knew I was suicidal at all. (I only alluded to it briefly in the last chapter.) So by standing me up for lunch, both times, was probably the worst thing he could have done. I still felt a deep sense of loss over the past month, and was having a hard time containing my-self, as I drafted up the next thirty or so pages to give to May. The last thing I needed was to feel like I was all alone.

Feelings of Betrayal

Did I feel a sense of betrayal? Yes. I was finally deserted by the only person I thought would understand. Having known Mike for about four years and, although we weren't "best buddies," he was the only person remotely interested in my book. In fact he had read it several times over. We even discussed this early on, when I first gave him a copy of it to read, at which point I made the inference to Michael and Revelation 12:7 above. And here, the name Michael signifies the protectorate of the New Church, which is kind of what this chapter entails. Is anyone prepared to step forward and backup what I'm saying in the book? As with my experience in the search for Ariadne, the answer appears to be no or, it becomes part of an ongoing process. It doesn't begin with and end with my friend Mike in other words.

Although I really wasn't expecting Mike to step forward and get involved, for it wasn't the time or place. I wasn't ready to take it any further than what I had to do myself, and it was too much to ask from someone else. It was still my project. Yet he may have felt under the gun, thinking, What does this guy want from me? Which all came to a head when I asked him to deliver the additional pages to May. Yet for the most part I didn't ask anything from him, one or two favors at best. Although admittedly I started using him as a sounding board and would keep him abreast of the things I was working on. He seemed to be interested and I really had no one else to confide in. If I knew I were infringing, however, I would have cut it short.

The next month or so was difficult, during which time I sent Mike several e-mails, that went unanswered. Whereas I was distraught—and angry—and began to project some of his foolishness back at him (in my mind). Whether he was aware of it I can't be certain, but judging by some of things that happened later, something was brewing. While I neglected to say Mike had studied metaphysics and practiced lucid dreaming, which is similar to the experiences described in my book, where I'm in the spirit. I think this was the main reason he was so interested in it. So, if anything was going to happen, the stage was set.

While it was on December 7th that I sent an e-mail to another person named Mike (I don't recall who?), and sent a copy to Mike here, while referring to

Revelation 12, verse 7. And I said, remember Pearl Harbor Day! While just moments later I received an e-mail from Michael in the navy! It was someone I never heard of before, inquiring about my webpage (and book). I later realized it was probably Mike playing a prank on me.

The Big Move

I don't recall when Mike got back to me, but I think it was in response to a link I sent about some free offer on the Internet, possibly as late as February or March. Anyway he started off with some off-the-wall comment, like, Well, we certainly don't get enough of these anymore! Let's get started then! These weren't his exact words, but it wasn't something I expected or, it was out character with how he normally came across, as more subdued. It was like something you might say to someone who hangs around a bit too much, that you don't really care for. And you try giving them the cold shoulder and do what you can to avoid them, but they won't go away? I know it seemed odd at the time, but I don't recall if I took it this way. It's too bad, for if I had, and take this as my cue, I could have spared us both a lot of trouble later on. I just figured if he had any problems he'd get over it. And, except for this one instance, that seemed to be the case.

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And then when I moved to this lady's house, with her preponderance for asking "small favors" of me, to the tune of three or four each day (due to her Catholic upbringing?), it comes out to well over 300 over the three-and-a-half months I was there (a time, a times, and a half a time?). Which makes the few small favors I've asked of Mike over the three to four years I've known him seem like small potatoes? A ratio of a thousand to one? Or, even if it was half that much (it was probably somewhere in between), it helps to illustrate ... And I rarely solicited anything in return?

Thus when I finally did get bummed out (occasionally), all the things which were said, inferred or implied—the whole unfairness of it all—came back to me, glaring me in the face! And what was I to do? But try and send it back where it came from. It's not easy keeping your reserve when under so much scrutiny. Indeed it was quite a slam (retaliation) Mike had put on me. All because of what Princess Thianna implied? ... As I say in the letter below, if it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have asked them to make the delivery.

Yet when we went our separate ways, there was no great animosity between us, in fact she was very clear about it, and made it a point to show me some things she wouldn't ordinarily show someone else—especially if they were moving out! ... Whereas she understood the ordeal I had been put through before (I was attempting the move by myself) and offered to help move a couple of loads of stuff in her car. Which I only accepted because she practically insisted and I had no need to offend her. Again, it was something she wouldn't ordinarily do for someone else.

25	"And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof." Revelation 5:5

The Letter to Joe

26	Below is a (rather lengthy) letter that I wrote to Joe Mason, a person I met on the Internet. It was written in February, 1999 I believe. Joe has a webpage at http://www.greatdreams.com/

26a

Hi Joe,

I thought you might appreciate some background into why I sent the e-mail yesterday (on Sunday). It has to do with this so-called friend of mine (a bit of a rarity for me), who I had a falling out with last year in June. His name is Mike and he too is into metaphysics and "lucid dreaming," and I remember forwarding you his e-mail where he mentioned polishing the "dog turds" (regarding metaphysics and religion in general).

I've known Mike about four years now, yet unbeknownst to me, he too has few close friends, if any? (He seems rather personable.) Of course I didn't do much to tax our friendship. I didn't think it was necessary. I thought we had more of an "understanding," where we didn't need to be "buddy-buddy" all the time. And yet if I had, over this whole period I may of asked a few "small favors" of him (something I wouldn't hesitate doing for someone else), I would have found out what most everyone else finds out much sooner. That we weren't friends!

Anyway he's the person I gave a copy of my manuscript to way back when, who seemed to show an inherent interest, demonstrated by the fact that he read it several times over! But then when he says, "Dennis I can't help it if people wish to maintain ‘illusions' about me," meaning it's all their doing, and then he can't understand why he makes several "enemies" a year by people who get the wrong idea? It leads me to wonder why? Whereas I had the gall to suggest he was dishonest and needed to be more upfront with people. We then got into this big "e-mail war" about what "the truth" was. Which I guess gets back to this thing about polishing dog turds!

Mike was also the person I had deliver the extended pages of Princess Thianna to the young woman named May in November, 1997. Which I think if it were anyone else, it would have been too much to ask. Yet he was one of the only people I thought understood. But come to find out later, when I asked if he could help me move a load stuff when I moved in June, 1998 (he was the only one I knew with a pickup truck), I got an entirely different story. Oh well? ...

Mike and I have also discussed the meaning of the name Michael in Revelation 12:7: "And there was war in heaven, and Michael and his angels fought ... " And I thought it was significant that this was his name (Mike being short for Michael), for he was the only one who showed a real interest in my book early on, the name "Michael" signifying the "protectorate" of the New Church. Indeed there's more to be said about this, which I don't have the time for now (more!?), but I'm beginning a page called The Quest for Michael which should cover this.

Since our falling out (after I had taken him to task for being dishonest, and him turning around and accusing me of invading his privacy), he's sent me numerous e-mails under various aliases (something he "implied" he would do), questioning the validity of my intentions and my work. One of the first being from a woman named Vescia (with its similarities to Hestia and Vesta), who was studying law and was about to take the bar exam. And, although I didn't really "make waves" with Vescia, it illustrates the position he intended to take, as "prosecuting attorney."

It all stopped until recently though, when I updated my "Princess Thianna" page in early December, 1998, and included the verse from Revelation 5:5: "And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof." Which was a verse I had only alluded to him about (two or three weeks after he delivered the rest of "Princess Thianna" to May), and helps to illustrate I "smelled a rat" long before our falling out when I asked him to help me move. For indeed he tried to pin everything on the fact that I had a "short fuse" and had no grounds for being abrupt or and/or "angry" with him.

So within a day or two, I get an e-mail from someone at dragonninja, saying he's studying Greek Mythology (I had also added something to top of the "Princess Thianna" page about this), and needed as much information as he could about Dionysus, by (and get this), December 7th. I was then rather abrupt with him, saying "the truth" is self-evident, and that one plus one equals two (meaning why are you bothering me?), and that was the last I heard of him. I had also just updated the look of my site, and added the new "Site Meter" to the bottom of each page.

I got a few other unusual e-mails after this (actually a whole barrage since I updated the page, considering I hardly got any before?), which I had pretty much dismissed, until I started getting e-mail from this guy in Italy? Yet it couldn't be mistaken for none other than you know who? This is when I began noticing all these "bogus logins" on my stat pages, domains that don't exist, personal names or "codes" instead domains, unusual search engine queries, etc.. Did I say Mike was very computer literate? Whereas I also noticed the counter on my homepage was getting close to 666 days since it was last reset on March 4th, 1997, the "11th year" anniversary of my rebirth experience, and I was beginning to wonder what if anything would become of it? The actual date was December 31st, which went pretty uneventful until later that evening (after I'd pretty much dismissed it).

But then I noticed a second login from the Italian guy (that I was aware of), and decided it was time to discuss my findings with him, as if I were talking to you know who, but without mentioning anyone's "true identity." I should also mention I was watching a program about the year in review on January 1st, which mentioned finding out the true identity of the body in the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (through DNA tests)—"Michael Blassie." Which I referred to in the e-mail, suggesting maybe this has been the "mysterious guardian" over our country over the years (representatively), and that with a name like "Blassie"—his middle name was also Joseph—suggests this was Michael's task, to ward off "blasphemy." And I said perhaps this is who I should be making my appeals to?

There was also some mix up (on my part) as to whether he received it or not, so I reforwarded the e-mail, but not until I added the part about the first person who was murdered in the Portland, Oregon area this year—Michael Joseph Scholls! While it's funny how I had just laid down to take a nap after sending the first e-mail (on January 2nd), and had a vision of a man lunging at someone with a knife. And this was hours before I heard about it on the late night news. And how did Michael die? In a knife fight! He was stabbed in the heart! (And I began to wonder if it had anything to do with my intentions towards Mike?)

It's also funny how all the other e-mails stopped at this point, as "he" and I had a continual exchange until the end of January, when I put a stop to it. At which point he was trying build up my curiosity about his "own" webpage (without referring to the URL), which I eventually found by following a bogus search engine query. And lo and behold, there it was: The Foundation "for" Human Understanding, in Dallas, Texas, on Reagan St., and it was all about gay rights (an organization I doubt that exists, as most of the links were internal). Which I took to be a slam on Roy Masters, head of The Foundation "of" Human Understanding, who has very few "nice" things to say about homosexuals, who was thrown in jail in Dallas, Texas of all places (not sure about the Dallas part?), and did nothing but sing praises about Ronald Reagan!

And then if you were to take "their" recommendation, and visit the "host server," it will soon become apparent, if you're at all familiar with my Chief Joseph page, that this is even more of a slam on "Uncle Roy" and his sexual attitudes. And yet because so much of it reflects that which transpired between him and I (before and after the fallout), with all the little "hidden meanings" and clues, I couldn't help but think it was a slam on me (like I said before, most of the links were internal). Even more so! And it was almost made to look like I was in cahoots with the proprietor of the page!

Whereas just prior to this, we had been playing on the role of Hermes "the messenger," where I mentioned my Mercury Mystique (the car), and asked if he ever wondered why a vineyard looked so much like a cemetery, more specifically a military cemetery, with all the trellises lined up in rows like crosses? (thus signifying the blood or "truth" which has been shed). For indeed this was very day I realized I had been living on the corner of 67th and Arlington! (before I moved; the actual address was on 67th). And lo and behold, when I looked it up, this is where the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier lay! In Arlington National Cemetery! And, having lived in the "wine country" in California, I asked if he cared for a glass of wine? Saying I understood the vintages from California were quite good (as well as here in the Willamette Valley in Oregon).

He made no mention of this when he got back to me, but asked what newspaper in the United States was most respected for its editorials? And I wrote back saying, "Yeah, I used to deliver the San Jose Mercury News," while saying I had gotten a brochure in the mail the night before from the "Wine Finders," inviting me to "Experience a Taste of California." Which I all but glanced at, but didn't bother to look at until after I sent the e-mail. This is when I noticed it was from Emeryville, California, from a place which was located on 67th Street of all places! (I had been wondering about the relationship between the number 67 and Arlington.)

Again, when he wrote back, he made no mention of this, but said he couldn't find the "S. D. Mercury's" page on the web. But this was after I found the page(s), and knew darn well he wasn't referring to the San Jose Mercury News. But the San Diego Bears, on the Bear Network! And I wrote back saying, "I found your page. I also 'delivered' the message to Uncle Roy [sent him an e-mail]. Maybe it's his turn to tread the winepress?"

Shortly after I put a stop to our e-mail exchange (in fact the next day), I began to get other unusual solicitations. And then on February 2nd, my manager was singing an unusual song at work, which seemed to coincide with my idea about a month for a chapter and verse for a day in the book of Revelation (something Mike was all too aware of). And as I work the swing shift, it wasn't until after midnight on February 3rd that I got home, and when I looked it up there it was: "And they sung as it were a new song, before the throne, and before the four beasts, and the elders ... " (Revelation 14:3). At which point I decided it was time to convey this little song (and story behind it) to one of my recent solicitors. Whose last name was Travis, and first name began with a "D." Travis, D? (travesty).

And it was the very next day that I got an e-mail from "Becky" (just Becky), mentioning how I could get the dirt on anyone over the Internet, while referring to a site that didn't exist. This is was when I began to notice more "personal" messages in the login stats, specifically some of the names of my cousins and things pertaining to them—i.e., I had just recently referred him (the Italian guy) to my Cousin Pentheus page on January 13th. While I later realized this person "Becky," could have been a cousin that I haven't thought about in years, whose name was Becky!

I finally got fed up with all the bogus logins on February 5th, after all what's the point if you can't judge who's been there? (for web development), and yanked my whole site off for the next day or so. While I began to contrive the scheme which is there now, which you'll notice by going to any of the previous pages at http://www.dionysus.org. (This has a different page too.) For example if you go to my Book Preview page, you'll find one of my "Cat Jump" pages, which explains someone's been tampering with my login stats, and refers to the song my manager was singing at work the other night. And by clicking on the Cat-chi link, it takes you to the story behind the song, while referring to Cousin Pentheus and his attempts to slam on Dionysus and Uncle Roy (Zeus). It's all quite humorous, and yet "dreadful" (for Pentheus' sake).

One thing I've neglected to say (I've been meaning to get to), is that although Mike appears to be a slouch in so many ways, he's no slouch when it comes to metaphysics. Of course it's amazing how you can stir up all this "pent up" energy (Pentheus?) when calling someone a slouch for any reason. Where all this energy "in reserve" comes boiling to the surface, the monstrous? obsession that it is, just to prove how wrong you are. And make no bones about it, he's not only been tampering with me on an intellectual level (through my website), but also on a spiritual level. And over the last month-and-a-half the battle has been fought in earnest. Which is no joke! (And the implications are far-reaching.) While it's also fair to say he knows when I'm thinking about him—really!

46	And yet each time he appears to get the upper hand, I've managed to regroup and pull the rug out from underneath. Which has all culminated into the symbol of the winepress I sent yesterday. It's amazing how many implications you can derive from the numbers, especially to what I say in chapter 8.

Well it is getting late and I should probably close. I just thought I'd let you know what the deal was and, that I think those verses (Revelation 14:14-20) could very well apply to you (i.e., from February 14th through the 20th). Hey you never know? And it would be nice if I had a "witness" to the whole thing? So keep your eyes peeled? Oh, and don't be surprised to find most of what I've said here in my Michael page in the next day or two.

Thanks for your time,

Dennis

48	P.S. "Playfulness" is a sign of originality. While "playing games" is a sign of resignation and "deadness."

I will say this, in case I've got Mike pegged wrong, is I know of at least one other person who could (or would) possibly do this. And yet he would do these things upfront, and would quite often get people riled up about it, but I could see it for what it was and didn't "judge" him unduly for it. And in this way you could say we became "best of friends." If I had known it was him doing this (I'm not saying it is), I doubt if it would have been such a big deal. Not that I'm soliciting it from anyone else mind you!

50	http://web.fhu.org/

51	http://www.bear.net/

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Thanks for the note Joe ...

I really don't mean to bother you, but it's really starting to bother me and I feel I should tell somebody about it. Regarding my references to a chapter for a month and verse for a day in the book of Revelation in chapter 6, it's all slammed home with the grounding of the New Carissa here on the coast of Oregon recently. I don't know where you're hailing from, or if you're even aware of the story, but if you follow the link—http://www.koin.com/news/carissa—beginning with the events on February 10th and 11th (the story beginning on February 9th is no longer there), you'll see how it directly corresponds to chapter 14 verses 10-11 ...

To be honest with you, if that's possible? (I don't know anymore?), I really haven't been following the story until the last few days (I've been too wrapped up in my book), and it wasn't until today that I was able to backtrack to the beginning and make the complete correlation. And it's basically all there!!??

And indeed I've had several instances in my dreams after the grounding of this ship (like I said I haven't really been following the story), where I felt I was submerged and being dropped down to the bottom of the ocean ... And on a couple of occasions I was startled and roused awake, to become aware that everything around me was up in flames! (the images in my mind). Which more or less coincides with the dates the ship was set afire and the explosion occurred—February 10th and 11th. (My first experience occurred on the 7th or 8th I believe?)

And like I said, my "buddy" Mike, or "somebody" (not nobody) has gotten into my dreams and has been startling me at the moment I fall asleep. While I should say this is a very critical moment for me, especially if I was in the middle of an "involved dream," as I have to transition myself from one completely "different state" to another. And if I'm startled or woken abruptly (it happens all too often anyway), all hell can break lose! And indeed I've experienced numerous things similar to this (being caught up in flames), which over the past few years I've done what I could to try and reduce (aside from drop my work?).

Unfortunately that's not the way the world works, and people will interfere with you, and you will get startled in the middle of the night. This is a given. While I should say that when I do get stressed (not always), because I have an affinity with the "other side," I'm very much aware of such things that happen there, and it's extremely difficult to control (if not impossible). And at the moment I lay down to go to sleep, if I'm the least bit upset about something (for instance my relationship with Mike), before you know it I get "whisked away" and I'm right in the thick of it! The price you pay for being sensitive? Or different? And now it seems the whole thing has come full circle and has manifested itself in the world! Take a look for yourself!—http://www.koin.com/news/carissa

At the very least it exemplifies the falling out I had with Mike, for it all hinges (a later revelation) upon my having him deliver the rest of Princess Thianna to the young woman named May. Whereas I referred to the 14 instances of the name Ari, and how it all began with the 14 images of Kari—which, if you were at all familiar with my work, signifies the New Church, Hence the New Carissa!!! Need I say more?

Except, does this make me out to be the bad guy? As I'm sure Mike would attest. And who knows? Maybe I am? I don't even know anymore? Or, does it reflect the travesty which has occurred (on my behalf) at the inception of the New Church? Hey, maybe I am the Devil, but I can assure you he's been around a lot longer than I have! Or, maybe I am in the sense that I know a lot more about him than most people? (Due to people's ignorance.) But I can assure you if I went around telling everyone man was nothing but evil, which he is—which I don't—people would have no problem levying that accusation against me! (i.e., people need to maintain the illusion of how "nice" they are).

Oh, a couple of other coincidences. Did you know the fall of Pentheus occurs on line "1111" in The Bacchae? And, that I had also changed the extension of my Cousin Pentheus page to x1111.html before I found this out, and had only considered your references to the number 1111 after I began adding the additional pages (which bumped it from x1109.html to x1111.html). If you go to my Cat Chi page, and follow the links, you'll see what I mean.

Thanks again for your time ...

Dennis

62	P.S. Maybe this signifies it's time for Mike and I to lay down our differences?

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Is he really gay? Or is it just another element of his ruse? At the very least he's helped established who Michael is, and who knows, he may still come around? Of course it's probably too much to ask, for I think the real Michael who's slated to head the Seventh Church, would be more in the manner of Michael Masters. And, although I've never met him, I've seen a picture of him, and there was nothing but character written all over his face, much in the likeness of his father, Roy Masters.