Hi folks, and Happy Sunday Evening. My Rams won, and my Cincinnati Reds clinched a Wild Card spot and will be playing the Dodgers starting Tuesday, so it was a good sports day, and I hope you had a good weekend and a great week overall.
I have another Sunday Story for you, though it may be short. I'm truly working overtime at the moment, information-wise, probably more than ever before, and it will take me a while to catch up in my reporting, even from where we left off last week (drinking beer while under hypnosis at Ann's apartment).
I have to jump ahead from that incident, in our 1983 timeline, because I recalled a memory this week, since I last wrote, of the worst and most horrible thing I've ever experienced. I'm not going to describe it, but I will give you the context and provide a few details.
In blogs written during the Summer I have mentioned the Meissner House, which I've been passing semi-regularly on my walks, when I extend those walks to the White Oak corridor between Lassen and Rayen Streets and detour past the Birke House on Superior and Shoshone and two other houses in that upper sector. In mentioning the Meissner House in recent blogs, I have noted the unusual detail that it's been empty for 23 years, entirely unoccupied and not maintained except for groundskeeping, which allows it to "blend in" with the upper middle class homes in the neighborhood, until one looks more closely at the faded and peeling paint and the rotting wood on the gates and the (frankly) haunted-looking mailbox.
Walk past there and see for yourself.
The Meissner House is a haunted house, and it is a haunted house of evil.
I know this, because I have experienced the evil I speak of. The Meissners, the three family members who lived there during the time I knew the son, will go down in infamy as on par with the Manson Family, and no that is not a joke.
Continuing my preface, I have noted two separate Meissner House Incidents in my recent blogs, both of which involved Lys, and Howard Schaller. My readers may look up the blog(s) in which those incidents are mentioned if they desire, but what I am getting at is this: the incidents I have previously alluded to, occurring at the Meissner House, are not the same as the incident I am about to report.
Therefore, we will call this one the Main Meissner House Event. We will state that it may have occurred over the weekend of Friday night July 8 through Sunday July 10, 1983, and we will state that it definitely included EXTREME VIOLENCE, sadism, and torture, and that is all I will say regarding the activity.
Among the participants in this activity were all three Meissner family members: the evil mother, the evil father, and the evil son, rock-bottom gutter scum every one of them.
It is IMPERATIVE to note that there were other participants present. Those participants are every bit as evil as the Meissners.
My testimony of this event begins with the sudden "snapshot" memory (recovered this week) of a Polar Bearskin Rug, which we will call The Polar Bear Rug,
In one of my meditations on the Meissner House, I got a millisecond flash of a bearskin rug. The image was there-and-gone, and I wondered, "What kind of bear was it?" because brown didn't seem to fit. White had a ring of truth, and I remembered a story that the evil son once told about the evil Meissner father.
He told of his father's hunting trip to Alaska, and that he went there to shoot and kill a polar bear, and in this recounting, the son was incensed that his father had flown more than 3000 miles north to "go out of his way" to shoot a bear who "had done nothing to him and had never known or even met him".
Now, before you make the mistake of thinking the son was a compassionate guy who felt terrible that his dad had killed a polar bear, I can assure you that the son was a grade-A sociopath, as evil a person as you could meet. His dad may have been worse, but that does not make the son a good guy (quite the opposite), and the mother may have been worse than the other two put together. All three are currently vacationing in hell and should enjoy that vacation while it lasts, but anyhow, getting back to the son and the tale of his father's hunting trip, I think he told it to drop a hint, of the horrible event that happened in his family's house in July 1983, that he participated in. He told that story for the same reason that serial killers and arsonists drop hints about their crimes; because he got his jollies hinting about The Polar Bear Rug knowing I had no awareness of that event (because my memory was taken away) - even though I was one of the two primary victims.
I suffered greatly, but the other victim suffered far worse than I did.
There was an official vehicle in the driveway and a helicopter on the lawn when it ended.
That's all I will tell you about this event.
I believe that, one day, justice will be served on evil people. Thank You, Lord Jesus and Heavenly Father God.
To all my friends and loved ones, thanks for reading, tons of love, back soon.
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