Time to clear the decks...

 

I guess I just have to try to slam out the stinkin’ thinkin’ that’s been driving me bonkers at 0300 in the mornings.

It took 70+ years for me to finally “get it” that mom and pop weren’t what most folks then (and now, I suppose) would consider “normal.” Therefore, having a kid that wasn’t normal was rather expected, I guess.

What started this chain of thought was the memory (at age two) of Mom’s going to visit some guy who had the same first name as Pop. He lived on a farm outside of town with his elderly mother. I didn’t realize until some time later that the “visits” were something other than normal, in themselves.

Clue number one was that Mom would get under the dashboard of the ‘39 Plymouth and disconnect the odometer (this was in ‘51) when she’d go to visit, and would only go on days that Pop was on the road for work (railroad telegrapher/agent). When we were at the farm, I would be relegated to spending my day with the guy’s mother, who I would today consider to be a walking study in the DSM (Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders). While she wasn’t violent, she was incredibly stupid, and yet was fluent in German...especially swear words, and technical terms. All the conversations at their house were in German, unless they wanted me and Mom to understand.

This was all very confusing at the time. We’d just ended a world war with Germany six years earlier; there were a large number of Germans whom had fled to the US to avoid the Nazis; others fled because they knew too much, and would not last long under any new regime. I gathered from experience that this clandestine family was not exactly welcomed in their country community.

I also learned later on that there was a small group of my parents’ friends who were Freemasons, or Eastern Star, and for some strange reason they knew about the trysts. Pop (and Mom) were part of a handful of people (men and women) apparently recruited by elements of the OSS in regard to Project Stargate...they were remote viewers.

Project Stargate is not related to the Hollywood film of the same name. The film’s name came from the original “real” project, which sort of coagulated from the older Project Blue Book, and the MKUltra organization.

The “Other Ernie” (as the group apparently called him) was a product of Project Paper Clip, in which German scientists were recruited by the US to enter our technical expansion projects. One of these turned out to be the Manhattan Project, the first atomic bomb. “Ernie” worked the farm, kept his mother safe, and (it was being whispered) would engage in retro-code breaking.

I had no clue as to “Ernie’s” connections. I did hear the name “Peenemunde” a couple of times, along with a “hush-hush” toward Grandma who tended to let things “spurt” fairly regularly. It became clearer to me in later years that she was not all together, but all of that became clearer years later, after she (and the other Ernie) had passed on.

I think I’m done for this episode. It’s 0445 now, and I actually feel tired (although the ME won’t let me sleep). Feels better, though, that I’m getting this crap off my shoulder and trying to just move on. I guess I’ll write like this so long as it keeps me from going clinical over not sleeping.

Peace be with us all.

Seriously. This is a link to my entry on my personal remote viewing experience...at age three.

https://elainealbertsonsblog.blogspot.com/2024/10/turn-right-at-first-star-then-on-til.html

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