Seemingly Random
This is an entry from my Autobiography, I am The Phoenix. It’s about one of the more interesting synchronicities that occurred during my earlier years in the 1980s. This is a story about how a series of seemingly random events that undoubtedly saved me from the strong possibility of being murdered.
The year was 1986 and I had just started to come across the words The Phoenix.
I had come across the name of The Phoenix before 1986, but they made no blip in my consciousness. I had forgotten everything about who I was, so completely; I had no memory or even resonance with those two words.
This was by design because if I remembered who I was, then the entire point of why I was here and what I was doing would become moot.
It was in 1986 that those words finally started to register, and I took more notice.
It was in the next week, after taking notice of those words for the first time, that the first major attack occurred. It was an incident wherein if things had gone differently, I’m quite certain I would have been murdered.
Naivety
When my mother remarried, my stepfather had two grown sons. One of them had some psychological issues and could end up being quite aggressive and violent. His name was Emond (Not his real name). I met him in 1981 when I was 16 years old.
In my naivety, I thought that I might be able to help him. But I had no clue what the hell I was doing. All my theories were pretty much “Pie in the Sky” type ideals.
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