Howdy, folks. Every time I write to you lately I have more new information to divulge, even before I've had time digest it. And though I am profoundly grateful to God that I'm getting my memories back (thus recovering the history of my life), those memories never should have been taken from me in the first place. Taking away a person's memory is like murdering them while keeping them alive, and it's a heck of a thing to realize that other people have known more about me and more about my life than I myself have known. It's one hell of a thing to come to grips with.
Anyhow, let's pick up where we left off in the last blog, with me standing on the darkened outskirts of an airport tarmac with Ann, two paramedics and a policeman. Sounds like a movie script but it's not. It's real life circa February 1983. Re-read recent blogs if necessary.
At the airport, Ann took me aside, out of earshot of the paramedics. I remember being very scared and saying, "I haven't done anything wrong. Why are they taking me away? Are they taking me to jail? I haven't done anything wrong."
Ann gave me what I will call a "pep talk", saying she didn't like the situation any more than I did, but there wasn't much she could do except to be present; to "bear witness" as her authority permitted (and on a side note, Ann may have been "unofficially" affiliated with the Navy, and specifically ONR, the Office of Naval Research. If so, she was recruited for her scholastic abilities, possibly right out of high school).
I was terrified about being in this unknown situation, to be taken somewhere without any say-so. Ann commiserated with me but said there were people above her. She couldn't get me out of it. She said she would try to make sure I was back home as soon as possible. Within 24 hours? I'm not sure. She promised she would use the authority she had to monitor the situation and demand my quick return. I asked her "will my parents know where I am?"
I was frightened.
I remember very distinctly that Ann wore a hat, possibly a ball cap. My meditation showed a "red hat". I later wondered if it was sports-related and if it was a USC hat. I distinctly remembered Ann saying to me, "Adam, look at my hat. I want you to remember this hat, remember the color, because they're going to take away your memory of tonight, but if you remember my hat it will be a marker." She also said she would be present when I was returned from this ordeal. "Remember my hat and the memory won't be broken".
The memory picks up, after that, at a facility I'm not comfortable revealing. I'll say that it's (almost) a household name for those with an interest in aerospace, but it isn't Edwards Air Force Base, a facility I've mentioned in other incidents. I have a flitting image of getting on a helicopter to be taken to this facility, but the mode of transportation is not crucial.
I also now have a burgeoning memory of what I experienced at this place, but at the moment, I'm not comfortable revealing those details, either, except to say my memory of the Reading Center Incident was taken away, and that sodium pentothal and polygraph exams were employed. Maybe I will give a more detailed description at a future date (even soon) but not today.
When it was over, I was brought back to the Valley (the location and by what means unknown), and when I got to wherever this was, Ann was waiting for me. She had on the same hat that she wore on the night of the Reading Center Incident, and she said, "See? I told you I'd be here." She said something similar to the paramedics and/or authority figures who had brought me. They seemed irked by Ann's undaunted manner, and the fact that they couldn't overrule her, even though her own authority was "off the books", provable but unacknowledged.
They were bugged that she was there to pick me up, just as she said she would be when we were standing on the airport tarmac, 24 or 48 hours earlier, when she told me to remember her red hat.
I think the return trip happened in the morning or afternoon, and I have images of riding around with Ann "for a while", just me and her in her green hatchback (Toyota, Nissan, VW), and I think we stopped at her Dad's house, Lilly's house.
That last memory has developed, just yesterday, into something so extreme - so unusual - but already 100% verified as real, that once again I can't write about it yet. Not until the dust settles. This extreme memory does not involve Ann, but just me, at Lilly's house. To say it has astounded me is the understatement of the century.
I'm assuming that the timeframe of all the things I've recently written about, from the Super Bowl Sunday Incident at Chi-Chi's Restaurant (involving Gary Patterson), to the "Gary wants his piece of paper back" Incident the following day, to the Reading Center Incident not long after that, to my memory of being with Ann at an airport, then taken to " a facility" and returned, with Ann waiting as described in this blog...I'm assuming all of that happened between Sunday January 30 and Friday February 4, 1983.
I am currently studying the dates February 14 - 18, when Rush played four concerts in the L.A. area, two at Long Beach and two at The Forum. At least one of those concerts is crucial to our storyline.
Thanks for reading, tons of love, back soon.
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