Howdy folks, and happy last day of Summer. Sorry for a week between blogs. I don't mean to leave you hanging, considering everything we've been talking about lately, but I'm slightly disoriented because of the sheer amount of information I've been processing. I'm living in three time zones: 1983, 2009 and the present (2025), which takes a bit of juggling - a mental balancing act.
Anyhow...man, I have so much to tell you, and - as is the case lately - I can't possibly fit it all into one blog.
Not only that, but (unfortunately) there are details I will have to omit in certain cases because I'm not comfortable revealing them. When that happens, I will do my best to give you the general idea of what I'm talking about.
Let's start with a short Sunday story.
When I was in junior high, there were these two guys everyone knew and liked, the Amati twins (last name slightly changed). John and Jim Amati were Identicals who sometimes played a gag on their teachers. I'm sure you can guess what it was. They would occasionally attend each other's classes, take each other's tests (and answer in class and all the rest of it) and the other students who were in on the joke got a kick out of it because the teachers couldn't tell the difference. I doubt the Amatis invented that trick, and they didn't do it often, but when they did, it was all in good fun.
On the night I met Lilly at the Capitol Records Swap Meet (in October 1980), her friends called her Lil. I may have, too, at first, but when we became a couple in June 1981, I began calling her Lillian, maybe because it seemed more formal and we were now in a formal relationship. Besides that, it's a beautiful, feminine name. All of the forms of her name are lovely, whether Lil, Lillian or Lilly, and I never called her Lilly until I began writing about her, and right now, it's my favorite. On a side note, we didn't use first names a lot. We called each other "Honey." She started that trend, and it became a Thing. "Hi Honey, how was your day?" "Pretty good, Honey. How about yours?"
But yeah, I probably used first names more than she did, and when I did, I mostly called her Lillian.
When I lived with my Mom, I remember her saying (at least once), "There's Lil, there's Lillian...and don't forget Lilly." I don't recall the context. Was she enumerating the forms of Lillian's name?
Now I will segue back to the incident at Lilly's house, which I referred to in a previous blog. That incident is one of the most astounding things that has happened in my life, and because of that, the details must remain oblique. Let's just say that it's connected to a conversation that began on the night of one of the February 1983 Rush concerts. To recap, I attended at least one of those concerts (maybe two) with Lilly and Dave Small. She drove us (in Peanut) and on the way there, she told us something that I initially had a hard time believing.
The incident at her house occurred not long after the Rush concert(s), and was prompted by the things she told me and Dave, not only on the ride to the concert but in a subsequent visit to 9032 where she spoke to me in private. Her story ultimately caused me to drive to her house where the incident in question occurred.
We'll shift gears again to the aftermath of that incident. I've mentioned Ann a lot in recent blogs. Ann got me out of many jams, including this one. In my meditations, I use strict protocols to ensure the actuality of an incident. Small but vivid details can help verify a situation, such as my memory of Ann's hat at the airport (described in a recent blog). In a meditation this week, I recieved another such "vivid and visceral" detail. Before starting a self-hypnotic meditation, it is good to state your intent. Speak quietly to your subconscious as if it were a person. Set a temporal umbrella (a timeframe) and the general idea of what you are seeking. You only state this second part if you have an established memory of an incident you are trying to build on. For instance, in this case, I wanted to know "what happened after the incident at Lillian's house in mid-to-late February 1983". I knew Ann had come to the house in the aftermath of that incident, but the memory ended at that point. So, I stated my desire to add to that continuum. "What happened next"? I enquired.
In meditation, it can take several minutes (even a half hour or more) for imagery to arise.
This time, when it did, I got that "vivid and visceral" sensation.
I saw myself in a dwelling. A house? An apartment? Ann was there, talking to me about (something) that took a certain amount of time to take effect. What? A drug? Hypnosis? I saw us making small talk.
Then Ann got me a beer from her refrigerator. I opened it and began sipping. Another person entered the room (or the apartment in general). It was Brenda the nurse, who may have been Ann's roommate. I was sitting there, beginning to feel whatever "state" I was supposed to be entering into. (Slight vertigo?) Brenda may have asked "What's with him" (because hypnosis makes you docile or subdued), and Ann explained to her what was going on, probably leaving out the details of the incident at Lillian's house.
The memories in bold (above) are as clear as if they happened yesterday.
When I began this 1983 Investigation on an intuitive prompt last June, I went first to my movie list, to see if any of the titles would "trigger" any memory data. One of the movies was "Blue Thunder", about a high-tech police helecopter, that made quite a splash when it was released on Friday May 13, 1983. Lilly and I went to see it at the Pacific Parthenia Theater. Usually, we went to movies by ourselves, but on this occasion, Ann came with us. Of course, I had no awareness of anything I'd endured previously that year. All of it had been removed from my memory.
But in thinking about "Blue Thunder", I remembered that Ann brought beers into the theater. She snuck them in inside her purse, one for her, one for me. That night, I only thought, "Wow, Ann's cool".
"Thanks, Ann, for the beer."
At the time, I had no notion whatsoever of having been with Ann on several occasions in February. I just thought of her as Lillian's older sister who (I thought) I'd briefly met two or three times, mostly at Dr. Winn's office.
Now, I know better, and I'm thinking about that beer at "Blue Thunder". I wonder if Ann was testing my memory.
Thanks for reading, back soon, tons of love.
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