Okay folks. Hold onto your hats. My memory of what I called the "Reading Room Studio Incident" is now much more developed, and as such, it is one of the most disturbing things that has ever happened to me. In some ways, it is the most disturbing. If you read the last blog, you'll remember that it involved Dennis, at his studio, that it happened in 1983, and that it was possibly connected to the Chi-Chi's Restaurant Incident on Super Bowl Sunday, which involved the drug dealer Gary Patterson. Go back and re-read my recent blogs if necessary.
Now, going forward, the first thing we must do is correct the name of Dennis's studio. It was in a converted garage in back of a facility (possibly a former residential home) near Devonshire and Woodley that I remembered being called "The Reading Room." I was close. I knew it was run by a man named Paul, and in double-checking it last night, using his name as a search term, I found links to Paul K., a teacher of children with learning disabilities (he's now 84, apparently still living and teaching). His facility was called the One-to-One Reading Center, not the Reading Room, so now we've got that cleared up.
Here is a link for Paul: https://therapynext.com/Profile/PaulKlinger
I remember meeting him, and going inside what we called "The Reading Center" for short. I think he had a fridge filled with soft drinks. I remember him as a very nice man whom I met once or twice, and I stress - before we get started here - that he has nothing to do with what I am about to report, except that he was the owner of this facility, and thus there is no way he did not know what took place there. We will examine that aspect later.
In the last blog, I reported being illegally detained and tortured by Dennis, inside his studio. I gave you a "framework" of what he did to me. To again put in context, when I wrote that blog, I thought this incident was directly connected to Gary Patterson's harrassment of me over a piece of paper he'd given me at Chi-Chi's.
But as I pondered it later on, I wondered how did Dennis get me in that position? How did he overpower or subdue me? It's not like I would've stood there and let him put on handcuffs.
While meditating on this question, a scenario "bubbled up". "Bubbling up" is my phrase for blocked memory data rising up from the subconscious. I remembered being in the studio with Dennis. In the early days, when he first acquired the place, I was often there alone, jamming away by myself. I remember trying to learn the solo to "Mr. Crowley." But this time he was there, and I was going on about something. I was pontificating - about bad guys, maybe "criminals", maybe Gary Patterson, and crimnal cocaine dealers. I may have said something about bad guys "getting what was coming to them". In the meditation, this scenario rang a strong bell. I remembered that what I was saying seemed to irritate Dennis, though not (at first) to the point of anger. Just enough to answer me back, if we were arguing. More likely, it was me "mouthing off." That's the way Dennis would've seen it. Well hey - I've never liked bad guys. And I didn't know he was taking it personally. But I don't think we had a heated argument.
In the meditation, I next remembered this: one day, when I was in the studio with Dennis, he offered me a giant line of coke. I gladly accepted because even though coke was not like speed, it was better than nothing, and this line was enormous. "Thanks, man." Then I remembered he offered me a second line a little while later. Keep in mind that my speed trip had just ended (see recent blog). I said "great, thanks". He wanted me to help him move something first, I think, and then he would give me that second line.
Here's what bubbled up in the meditation: when Dennis eventually chopped up that second line (another huge one), I snorted it. Then I started feeling woozy. "What's going on? What was that?" A bit of dialogue popped up. "You'll snort anything."
If this scenario is correct, and it rings a strong bell, Dennis subdued me by pouring out a line of crushed Valium (or another sedative drug) or Valium mixed with just enough coke so I'd snort the whole thing without question.
What's 100% certain is that he did indeed subdue me. My guess is in the aforementioned manner. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a chair by the west wall of the studio, in handcuffs. Dennis's anger was now coming out, talking about "You think you're so smart (or a badass) (or whatever)...you've got a big fucking mouth."
In the last blog, I gave you a gist of his manner after this. I told you he threatened to hurt me. I said his mask of sanity came off.
But folks, that wasn't the half of it.
Here is what yesterday's meditation showed. My notes will assist this description:
August 26, 2025 (Midnight): New data in the 1983 Dennis Incident reveals it to be possibly the scariest and most crazy of anything I've experienced. I said in a previous entry (or in my regular blog) that at first I detected "no electronic devices" in this detainment. That changed in today's meditation. I very quickly had the perspective of looking at the rear wall of the Reading Center Studio. That would be the east wall, facing it from the west wall, where Dennis had me seated in a chair. I got the feeling of heat and a "light show" going off against the east wall. At first, I thought "strobe light". But I already sensed it was something extreme, and my mind flashed to x-rays. I thought Dennis had set up a machine (old & analog) that projected x-rays against the wall. Not controlled x-rays in the medical sense, but "naked" x-rays, pure x-rays. X-rays as a weapon. I had an image of a sphere. I kept thinking "basketball", but if a sphere was part of this situation, it was possibly part of the x-ray setup.
Then my mind gradually suggested (while maintaining the general picture) a switch from the term X-rays to Gamma Rays. "Gamma Rays" rang a bell, which was rung again even louder by a phrase:
"Gamma Gun".
"Gamma Gun" struck me as something I heard Dennis say. He was "off his rocker" by this point. It would be easy to say "he was possessed" but he wasn't. He just straight-up lost all control.
He wanted to show me what the Gamma Gun could do. He turned the lights off in the studio, as reported in the last meditation entry. He set everything up, and then the "light show" began. It felt like an atomic bomb going off inside my head. A person is not used to "non-Earthly rays". The meditation showed flashes of orange and/or purple light. Like having an x-ray explode in your brain. I also had the notion that Dennis demonstrated the "photon" effect, the "donuts on a rope" stream of light that I would later see in 1989 at the Wilbur Wash.
He may have told me he could shorten my legs with this (thing, weapon, machine). I can't say for sure that it was a gun. He may have said that it could shrink a person. When he stated these things, his manner and voice were maniacal. He bounded about the darkened room. "I'm a demon!" He meant "a demon in his cult". In his cult, he was king, according to him. "The cops can't touch me". He may have used a setting on this (gun?) to show me that he could burn a hole in the wall, if he wanted to.
This imagery was conceptually clear enough to place it in the conscious mind.
I was psychologically aware, in the meditation, of what I experienced and felt, in that room in 1983, while Dennis had me handcuffed and bound and was showing off this evil device.
It was like an air-heating microwave x-ray light show that exploded in your brain. It turned you inside out for a second. Dennis thought it was funny.
It's impossible to describe, in words, what it felt like to be in that room with that weapon going off.
But it happened, and it was real, and I believe the LAPD knows about it.
I had a vision of various people entering the studio (I mentioned Pat Fordyce yesterday). Today, I thought Dennis's younger sister may have come in and tried to get her brother to let me go.
In the meditation, my perspective switched to outside, in the parking lot. My breathing was slow. I held it steady and saw a police car with red and blue flashers. I asked, did the police come? and I got a very strong notion that Dennis had locked himself in the studio and was "threatening to burn it down" with his weapon. I got the notion of a helicopter overhead. It wasn't strong enough to give credence to the presence of a copter , but the "Dennis Barricade" was well over 75% clear. I had the notion that Pat said to someone, "He's still in there, and he's threatening to burn down the neighborhood." It's possible that a fire truck was on the scene, but the strongest image was of a police car, and someone pounding on the studio door, telling Dennis to come out, but he refused.
My breathing slowed further, and I had "subterranean" ideas that LAPD took me (and maybe Lilly) to Devonshire Division. For our protection? Medical examination? If they did this, they took us separately. As mentioned in yesterday's notes, Lilly was there, waiting in a car, but she was too scared to enter the studio. Dennis had demanded she come in, if they wanted him to let me go, but Pat or Lys came inside in her place.
A huge thing for Dennis, when he was "going off" in the studio, was that he was "untouchable".
"I'm King!" he said over and over. ////
Those are my notes from yesterday's meditation. The term Gamma Gun gets stronger and stronger. This morning, I had a strong feeling that Paul K. spoke to Dennis at some point. We've noted that, as the owner of the Reading Center, there is no chance he would not have learned of this incident. Especially if the police were involved. The scenario of Dennis locking himself in the studio after I was let out, is growing very strong. Pat was there. The police were likely there. There is no way Paul didn't find out.
The notion I had this morning was that Paul quietly confronted Dennis. This would've likely been days later. He said something like "I can't have that thing on this property." He may have threatened Dennis with eviction.
As to where Dennis got the Gamma Gun, I can't say for sure. But I believe there were others in existence in the area of Reseda and Northridge. It's possible it's the same thing I saw at the Wilbur Wash in September 1989, when they had to call Jerry Brown and a National Guard unit to shut that situation down. You guys know that's not a joke.
And Howard Schaller also had a weapon, which I have referred to as a "sodium silver nitrate gun" that shot light instead of bullets. I believe he surrendered it at an incident at Lorne Street School in July 1989. That incident was peaceful, a reunion of sorts. Lys was there, she knows. Lys was all over the place.
But that's another story for another day. My point is that there may have been more of these Gamma Guns, and if there were, they caused one hell of a problem.
In closing, I have to say that words cannot possibly describe what I experienced in that studio. It's been covered-up for over 42 years. This account doesn't come close to the terror of that afternoon and evening.
I hope someone cares, besides me.
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