The New Age Of The Robotoid, Attacking, Stalking, E-mail Sneaking, Cheating Chicken Women
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

"This Is The E-mail And Letter I Sent:"

WORT 118 South Bedford Street Attn: Classical DJs Madison, WI 53703

Richard S. Tolley 706 Braxton Place Madison, WI 53715

Dear Cybil:

For over 40 years, I have been composing themes for piano. I began with one basic theme and decided that it was probably an Operatic Tenor solo. As it has turned out, it is the unwritten Tenor solo to Beethoven's 'Ode To Joy' out of his 9th Symphony.

I have also composed other conjoined thematic intrigues based upon this tremendously powerful initial theme.

In 1986-87, I began to work on a Tchaikovsky-like fairie song on a Yamaha DX-7 Synthesizer. As it turned out, it became the Tchaikovsky-like 'Sleigh Ride Song' for the Irish Naoise and Deidre legend within the Opera itself.

Going back to my very young childhood, when I was 11 years old, I awoke to a loud, loud electromagnetic humming sounding like two superconducting electromagnetic rings with the magnetic 45 degree angled magnetic fields shaving themselves with a great deal of vibrational force.

It was coming from just over the roof of the family house.

I could have screamed as an 11 year old boy, and my mother would not have heard me.

I lay back on the double bed I had in the guest room and listened. I was almost ecstatic about it in a very gentle and accepting fashion.

It suddenly occurred to me to get up and go to the window and see if there were any lights.

I tried to get up, but found my physical body paralyzed from the neck down and could only move my head, from the neck up, forward twice, in an effort to get up. Then I was suddenly blacked out.

The next thing I knew, my consciousness came on again, only this time, I could get up, got out of bed, stood at the window and tried to see it's lights.

Suddenly, it headed off, as I was going to the window, and headed off to the east of the house, over the Airport, over the Wisconsin River, at a tremendous rate of speed.

It accelerated from 0 mph. to about 300 mph in about 3 seconds.

This was in 1963.

Even today's jets cannot accelerate at this rate.

I remember this extremely vividly from my youth.

I have a pictorial and audio memory of the entire experience.

The next morning, I went to breakfast.

After eating my cereal a while with the family and my mother in an unnormal state of absolute silence, with their heads quietly bowed, I asked them if anyone heard anything peculiar the night before.

My mother said yes, she heard what sounded like the electric sewage pump in the far back yard burning out.

I said no, it sounded like it was coming from right over the house.

My dad cut me off and said, raising his eyebrows sarcastically, "Maybe it was a flying saucer."

I went out immediately after breakfast and looked around the neighborhood for Power and Light people fixing maybe a blown transformer, but I did not really think I would find anything.

No Power and Light people.

Then I went to the back yard sewage pump, but nothing. It was working.

I knew what I had heard and witnessed, but, in my child's mind, I was trying to be scientific and prove there was nothing else.

That afternoon, I went to the baseball diamond between John Wilzewski, our sports leader's, and my parent's house.

Suddenly, John came running, as I've never seen him run all the way from his house to the ball diamond 150 yards.

Out of breath, he excitedly gathered us kids into a huddle and exclaimed, "Rich and Dave, you're not going to believe this, but I saw a flying saucer over your house last night."

All the kids were going, "Oooooooo!!!" and "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

But I was shocked and skeptical about whether or not John had another witness.

I asked whether someone else had seen it with him.

He said, "Yes, my mother saw it!!"

I remember it word for word, sight for sight.

This has become the theme of my Opera: Bara-t.

The Opera also leads into some 90's Alternative Rock, 50's Pop, 60's Rock and Pop, 70's Rock, and 80's Rock and Disco.

It is a fascinating and entrancing Millennium Opera about UFOs and reincarnation.

I am not a perfect musical technician and had to suddenly, with minimal money and equipment, record the themes in a matter of 6 months.

In its entirety, it is 40 minutes of recorded music.

A few of the themes I recorded perfectly by computer MIDI.

Other themes I recorded perfectly by hand.

Some of the themes were recorded imperfectly by hand while I was improvising.

Some of the themes were written and composed improvisationally while I was playing and recording them.

It was suggested to me that I write the Classical DJs there at WORT an introductory request letter.

He said that you have a way to play MP3s on the air.

Consider this Millennium Work.

I had to be moved to a faster server in Spring of 1998.

My hit counter is not working properly.

Three times it went from 3,013 back to 2,882.

I may be getting millions world wide.

I have a book sales button for The Quest For Arthur's Britain book.

I checked some of amazon.com's other books.

Most sales tallies are between 1,000-8,000 books per book.

The Quest For Arthur's Britain was out of print.

July 2000, it was put back in print.

208,800 Books Sold.

My Sales???

amazon.com has been stealing my income???

The reason I have come to WORT is because I tried to go to the internet columnist at the Capital Times.

They threatened to arrest me at the door.

Then a police officer left me a message on my answering machine telling me I cannot even go out there.

This is not a free public newspaper.

I would like to share this with my neighborly fellow Madisonians, not just the rest of the world or 208,800 in Great Britain.

Check It Out And Keep In Contact!!!

Thank You!!!

Richard S. Tolley 'Tully'

"What I AM Wondering, Here, Is, "What Will 'They' Do, If 'They' Stole Heather's E-mail???"

"I Still Do Not Believe Heather Called Brad."

"If She Did, Then She Is Being Advised By Anti-Human Rights People."

"Brad Even Wrote Out A Note Of What She Said To Him."

"And He Didn't Think His Word Was Good Enough???"

"It Looks To Me Like He Just Repeated What The Men Said Without Speaking To Her."

"But There Were Female Nazis In Germany Before WWII."

"I AM Really Wondering What Former Student Radical Jewish Mayor Paul Soglin Had To Do With The Staffing At WORT."

"He Was A Right-Wing Phony Kissinger Plant."

"He Went Into Business Law."

"I Just Discovered That A daemon@students.wisc.edu Stole Cybil's E-mail At The University Of Wisconsin."

"This Was The Address She Gave Me On My Telephone Answering Machine: cybil@terracom.net"

"I Sent Another To: wort@terracom.net"

"I Did Not Get This One Back???"

"I Checked Terracom In The Phone Book."

"'They' Are Located In The Same Building I Used To Go To See My Probation  Officer at.

"In Spring Of 1992, Before The Presidential Debates, When Jeanine Was Being Courted By Boyfriend And I Was Locked Up, 'They' Were Going To Release The Cold Fusion Secret To The World Public, Just Outside Of Area 51, At The University Of Utah."

"The Cold Fusion Boiled Water For A While And Then Stopped Working, Watson."

"During The Presidential Debates With Clinton, President George Bush, Sr., Appeared To Back Down."

"How It Weakens The Soul To Be Guilty, Watson."

"George Bush, Sr., Was Running His Presidency Like Evil Knievel, Holmes."

"And The Democrats Knew, Watson."

"What Are Clean Fiends, Holmes???"

"It Confuses Me, Watson."

"City Of The Skull, Holmes."

"Nation Of The Skull, Watson."

"Do You Still Smoke A Pipe, Holmes???"

"I AM Trying, Watson, To Find The Pipe Filter For My Old British Briar On The Search Engines Of The World Wide Web."

"I Could Not Even Find The Pipe Company Listed Anywhere, Watson."

"Tragic, Holmes."

"I Will Have To Use Masking Tape, Watson."

"Are We All To Be Clean Women, Watson???"

"Apparently, Holmes."

"Bury Me On The Lone Prairie, Watson."

"A Tasteless, High-Tech, Police-State World, Holmes."

"You Bet!!!"

"Apparently The Head Honcho At The Pipe Smoking Ring Is A Nazi, Watson."

"I Was Initially Approved As Number 278."

"Jack Tompkins Took Me Out Of It."

"Nazis, Holmes..."

"Probably CIA Females, Watson."

"The Men Women Love With Those Kitchen Man Voices, Holmes."

"I Have Found Carlton Pipes On A British Search Engine, Watson."

"What Luck Holmes!!!!"

"The Really Hilarious Thing About All The American Search Engines Is That All 20 Of Them Only Had Three Pipe Manufacturers Listed, Watson."

"What Variety In America, Holmes!!!!????!"

"Utterly Disgusting, Watson."

"Holmes."

"Watson."

"I Asked My Mother If She Could Provide The Money To Fix My Grandfather, Her Father's Mandolin."

"She Said I Don't Even Play It."

"I Didn't Argue With HER."

"I Just Told Her Over The Telephone That She Was Abusive To Her Father."

"I AM Living On A Planet Of Abusive Lunatics..."

"An'nare All Creeps!"

"Revelations:"

"Creeptown."

"I Was Born In Creeptown."

"I Don't Belong Here."

"I Called The Sunday Morning Classical DJ Female At WORT."

"She Said She Had Received My Letter Describing The Opera And UFOs And Would Give The Letter To Either Tracy Dietzel, The Monday Morning Classical DJ, Or Scott Herrick Or Dave Niergaard, The Two Thursday Morning Classical DJs."

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2000-"I Just Received A Telephone Call From Scott Herrick, The Thursday Morning Classical Music DJ At WORT."

"He Said He Did Not Get My First Letter Describing The Opera And The UFOs, But Apparently Received My Letter Asking If He Had Received My First Letter."

"What Is Happening Here???"

"Earlier Today I Went To Register For Printing And Publishing At Madison Area Technical College."

"I Accidentally Left My Lighter At The Bus Transfer Point."

"I Asked A Number Of Folks For A Light, Then Saw A Lady Smoking And Got One From Her."

"While I Was Smoking My Cigarette, I Suddenly Saw A Black Police Officer Walk Up To The Lady Who Gave Me A Light..."

"He Then, In A Threatening Way, Like At The University Of Wisconsin, Accosted Me And Told Me Someone Had Told Him I Was Loud Or Something."

"This Is What They Always Tell Me."

"I Do Not Believe It Anymore."

"While He Was Cell-Phoning The Dispatcher With An Earphone In His {Its??} Ear, I Told Him About Madison Newspapers And The Badged Guy With The Wandering Eye That Accosted Me There..."

"He Said Madison Police Aren't Involved In Private Security."

"But They Are At The University Of Wisconsin."

"He Kept Telling Me, In A Dictatorial Gestapo Fashion, To Sit Over There."

"I AM A Free Citizen Of The United States Of America; Land Of The Free And The Brave."

"I Wanted To Stand After Smoking My Cigarette."

"One Is Supposed To Be Free Of Harrassment, Also."

"I Have Heard Of The Black Panthers As A Former Protest Organization."

"The Right-Winger-RepubliCons Are Now Hiring Black Lying Thugs As Police Officers."

"Madison, Wisconsin Is Like Berlin Just Before WWII."

"And I AM The Wisconsinite, Ritchie Cunningham, In Happy Days."

"My, Holmes..."

"It Must Give One A Certain Sense Of Power To Dictate To THE LORD, "Sit Over There!*&!"

"He Was Absolutely Twitching At Me, Watson."

"Eerie, Holmes..."

"Utterly Eerie."

"I Took The Freshly Recorded Tape Over To WORT And Gave It To Sybil Today..."

"This Is How It Went:"

"I Rolled Some Royal Cherry Cavendish Cigarettes And Went Down To The Bus Stop."

"There I Met A Guy Who Knows Bill Millard, My Troublesome Next Door Neighbor."

"He Apologized To Me For Bill's Behavior."

"I Thanked Him."

"Then He Asked Me How Long I Had Been Playing Guitar."

""36 1/2 Years," I Said."

"He Told Me He Had Been Playing 3 Years And Was Practicing Today But Could Not Get It And Gave Up In Frustration."

"I Told Him I Still Am Not A Technician Like I Used To Be."

"I Improvised A 35 Minute Lead Slide Guitar Solo."

"But That Took Tons Of Practice."

"He Told Me About The Ashram For Buddhists Outside Of Madison."

"He Said Some Guy At The Concourse Told Him About It."

""And America Is Stalking China," I Said."

"I Got On The Bus."

"I Got To Where I Change Buses And Had To Go To The Bathroom."

"I Went Into The Old Sellery Dormitory Hall Where I Had Stayed For A Special Summer Music Clinic When I Was In High School."

"They Have A Yamaha Grand Piano They Allowed Me To Play About Three Weeks Ago."

"I Asked If I Could Use The Bathroom."

"The Guy Behind The Desk Said Sure."

"I Asked If I Could Play The Grand Piano."

"He Said Only Guests Could Use It."

"I Told Him I Had Taken 8 Years Of Piano Lessons And Asked If I Could Use It Again."

"He Said He Didn't Know If The Door Was Open Or Not."

"I Took That As An A-OK If The Door Was Open..."

"I Went To The Bathroom, Came Out, Checked The Door..."

"It Was Open."

"I Sat Down And Began To Play My Opera Like They Had Let Me Three Weeks Ago..."

"When I Finished I Came Out To Catch My Bus To WORT."

"A Police Officer Was Just Then Coming In The Door."

"He Accosted Me."

"In A Threatening Nazi Way He Bullied Me."

"He Told Me The Guy Behind The Desk Called Him."

"I Told Him Everything Above."

"It Now Strikes Me As Amazing That A Fellow Student Would Put Me In This Position With The Police Without Being Civil And Telling Me Himself..."

"He Asked If I Had A Student ID. And I Gave It To Him..."

"He Asked Me If I Was A Student."

"I Told Him The Truth That Now I Was With MATC."

"He Took My Spring Student ID I Need Until September 4th To Ride The Bus To Class At MATC."

"If I Don't Have It, I Cannot Get To Class."

"He Crushed It In His Fist Like A Bully Without Asking Me."

"I Left And Said They Must Be Nazis."

"I Found My Spare ID In My Credit Card Wallet."

"I Went To WORT And Gave Sybil The Tape..."

"I Got Home And Called The ID Validation Phone Number Below."

Looks Like I Just Got Caught Bearing The Cross Of Christ; In The Spirit."

"The LORD BEING-NON-BEING; DESPERATELY POUNDING ON MY FLOOR FOR A WEDDING."

"Feeling More Guilt About Christ In The Spirit Than Jeanine In The Spirit."

"Curious Feelings, Holmes."

"And Jeanine Is More Of A Jinn Than I AM."

"And Irresponsibility All Around, Holmes."

"Our Very Genetic Ancestors Would Be Ashamed."

"Temperamental People, Watson."

"It Spews And Then Locks It In, Watson,"

"But With A Whole Lotta Noise, Holmes."

"Factoid."

"And Adolph Was Supposed To Be The Pit Of Doom."

"It Does Not Take Much To Tally Up The World Score, Watson."

"And Our Planet Is Theoretically A Lone Being In The Universe."

"A Book, Watson."

"And A Knowledgable Fully-Conscious Humanity, Holmes."

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I AM... only the God... YOU created... JEANINE!!!
Category: Romance and Relationships

I figured she had come and tried to get to me, but after I didn't show Friday and left the note, she decided she would go home 'cause she had to work Monday.

Richard

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My Short Visit To Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio…
Category: Travel and Places

I left my apartment here in Madison at about 6:30 pm CST. The two spirit girls were with me. I went to the bus terminal after seeing Michael Murphy, the guy I think is a reincarnation of King Arthur, my former father's father. I had told him about the trip and he said to be careful. With the two Jeanines, one sat and one stood. This is usually the way it goes when we are seeing him. He seems to know they are there, but sometimes gets irate at me in front of them in a threatening, bullying way, and then points out his platitudes and his own superiority as if he was saying to the girls, "He's to blame, he's inferior, but I am superior."

After we settled the score at Roxanna or Jeanine's plantation, we had Captain Morgan's orders to take our gold to the King, King Charles II., a French Bourbon as well.

We steered for Bristol Bay, landed and went to Dorset to see my relatives there. This is when Edmund Halley discovered Halley's comet. It was brilliant and lit up the entire sky. I had just married Jeanine or Roxanna and this was the best of bridal dowries. Everyone thought we were blessed except the future King James II., who was defense minister under Charles II., his brother's kingship.

Sharp and the rest of the successful buccaneers came back to Britain also to see and enjoy the festivities after Halley's comet. James had them arrested and brought before a Marshalsea, but King Charles effectively pardoned them, but we were nervous about James.

When he became king, he began to stalk us.

We sent the Duke of Monmouth, Charles II.'s son, up through Dorset to claim the throne. He failed. King James had already murdered 400 Protestant Anglican peasants and we and the Duke thought he was dangerous. He killed his own nephew.

That did it for us. We wished to remain Anglican and not be forced to become Catholic as James seemed to be planning.

Roxanna and I sailed back to the Virgin Islands and were corresponding with the Future king of Great Britain, William of Orange. We brought back the entire 4 ton tobacco harvest from Roxanna's and my plantation, supported his successful crowning with our ships, and brought Anglicanism back to Britain

King James, we captured twice and told him, "Love thine enemies as thyself." And let him go free in France.

We effectively put William & Mary on the throne of Great Britain.

Roxanna or Jeanine and I went back to her Jamaican plantation and coddled our children. We also educated our slaves whom we now called 'servants.' Captain Morgan let out that he died the same year William & Mary were put on the throne of Great Britain. This is only his testimonial to having assisted them himself. Smokey Robinson of the Miracles is now the voice of King William III. William and Mary had no children.

And Jimmy Tribble from Janesville Wisconsin is the final Captain Morgan. He never actually drank that much, but was busy spreading false rumours to frighten the slaveholding Spanish and steal a small amount of their gold for the British crown.

I was downtown when I was trying to get a better photograph of Smokey and there was this girl who apparently worked at the Barber Shop near Lake Street on State. She had just come out for a break or something and she looked like Queen Mary without her makeup. It fit. These people I keep coming upon seem to be extremely involved with me either positively or negatively as I am observing them. She was. It fit.

There is also something else which has occurred to me after Jeanine kicked me away.

One night, I was watching CNN Headline News. There was a substitute anchor woman delivering the news. I looked at her and my thoughts were being spoken to that here waqs the former mother of Carlos Santana and the former Spanish governor's wife, the woman I took to bed at the behest of her husband, and we set it up that we buccaneers had raped her.

We had taken his fortress on a New Moon dark night.

Roxanna was with us and I had decided that we would be married eventually.

Back in those days, it was well known that the woman's period usually followed the cycle of the Moon. The Spanish governor's wife was fertile.

Because we had taken the fort, the governor was in deep trouble with the Spanish Holy Roman Emperor. We figured that they would behead him or some other atrocious thing.

I told him about my father's and my own enslavement in Jamaica. My being whipped by Roxanna's former husband whom I had killed in a duel. And how my father was in the Battle Of Worcester trying to put the beheaded King Charles I.'s son, Charles II., on the throne, as the legitimate King, during the Oliver Cromwell Protectorate. How the Battle of Worcester was lost and my father taken prisoner.

I being my father's son, I was enslaved also.

We looked at the very real possibility that the governor would be punished and his family would suffer.

I suggested that, if he wanted to protect his family, he could say his wife had been raped by buccaneers and probably the Spanish Emperor would feel sorry for him and be easier on his family.

And probably he would not be executed.

He and particularly, his wife, agreed.

Carlos Santana was born.

On her news broadcast, there was a report about a Chinese official of Red China. When he came on the screen, he looked Spanish.

I thought Synchronistically, that, here was a form of the Spanish governor.

What is reincarnation anyway, but repeated genetic character within the many faceted genetic code.

I am absolutely sure that if you come out of it, you are it, but that also, the historic and present characters are here with us now, either perfectly the way they were, or very close to the way they were as historic figures.

Anyway, I saw Mike. He kind of growled at me. I saw Earl Raabe, an x-Vietnam veteran and a friend of mine. Then I got on the bus. It was 1 ½ hours late.

We got to Chicago late and I had to take the morning bus to Cleveland.

At Cleveland I took the bus to Akron and got off at about 5pm.

I took the Falls Taxi to 2118 14th Street, the address for Jeanine I had been assured was hers by Private Investigator Gregg.

I waited on the front porch and then decided if she wasn't home, I would get something to eat. I went to a neighbor's house and asked to use the phone. They called me a cab, but the elderly man looked at me suspiciously and asked which house I was visiting. I told him which one and that Jeanine Patricia Jacques lived there according to Investigator Gregg. The neighbor said no, that a male golf instructor lived there. I insisted Jeanine lived there and that Investigator Gregg had absolutely convinced me of it and was convinced himself. I went to eat.

I went to the Ponderosa steakhouse and really had a good meal, but I noticed a male and a female whom it was coming to me were Jeanine's and my son and daughter when we were Percys. I paid my bill. This reincarnational material comes to me all of the time now.

While I was there, I noticed the two 100 dollar bills I had neatly folded into my bills had been dematerialized by our apparent God. Things including my own body had been dematerialized and I decided to look on the bright side, but realized that now, I couldn't stay and that Jeanine had better be where Investigator Gregg insisted she was.

I went across the street to a Tavern. In that Tavern I saw a male who looked like John F. Kennedy, Jr. and I had already determined that he also was my son as well as his father. It was Urien's Irish genes in Jeanine and I as Percival. This gentleman looking like Kennedy had a woman with him and it suddenly occurred to me that they were my son and daughter together again as lovers. A bawdy guy made trouble and I got kicked out. I walked north down the main street.

I got to a place called Art's Place, drank two drinks there before they closed at 9:30 pm. I went south.

I came next door to the Tally-ho motel where I was staying, where there apparently was a strip joint. I was curious and went inside.

There was a girl there who approached me and wanted to dance for me. It suddenly began coming to me that here was Bon-Scot of AC/DC's former wife. Angus Young, Bon Scot's lead guitar player was the Irish King Anguish in the Arthurian Legends about Tristram. Tristram was my brother but had Arthur's father's nose and blonde hair. He married King Anguish's daughter and romanced her with his stringed instrument. Tristram is presently Billy Thorpe the writer and lead singer of the song Children Of The Sun about Aliens and UFOs. The elderly man who called my cab next door to the address Gregg gave me was formerly Bon Scot's father. This was his girl.

She liked Garth Brooks and it was coming to me, as I listened to the lyrics, that Garth was really writing his songs about Bon Scott and this girl. I didn't want her to dance for me so gave her some money and drank two beers. Then they kicked me out for no reason. I was pushed to the ground by an angry young man. I had done nothing but ask for a drink. I went home. This whole story is a hard one to read and experience.

I was sitting outside smoking, when three young boyish police officers came up and began to harrass me.

They acted liked bullys or thugs. They told me they knew about my Web Page and that I should leave town.

I am a legal citizen of the United States and had done nothing illegal.

They told me if I called the golf instructor to find out anything, they would arrest me.

I said O.K., but this was police-state behavior for three young officers. I wondered who was corrupting them.

I went back to my motel room and went to bed.

The next day I left. Jeanine's city was really 'gone.'

I took the bus to Cleveland. At Cleveland I saw a woman who looked like Makumba's former wife who is now Bridget, a woman I worked with in the dishroom at the student Union here in Madison. I saw two girls who looked like they might be Mary Wells' of the Supreme's former daughters.

I took the bus to Chicago.

On that bus, I was sitting next to two women and one man sitting in front of one of them. One girl was from Czechoslovakia. All three looked like Mike and Barbie, a couple of folks I have determined were Arthurian children. It was coming to me that the guy sitting in front of the girl was her husband in Britian and she the daughter of Coenwahl and Arthur's presented bride, the future woman Barbie.

Before we got to Chicago, I had been noticing all of these extremely frigid-looking Mormon types with their Mormon wives traveling on the bus with us.

Suddenly, I noticed a Mormon dressed woman holding a little baby boy who had a brand-new healing large wound on the little baby's left cheek.

I was immediately offended. It was coming to me that these Mormon men and women were a lot like David Koresh who led his group of people to suicide in a burning pyre in Waco, Texas.

I thought these people were serious 'fruitcakes,' but it was also occurring to me that maybe this is the way they once lived in an earlier incarnation. I wondered where 'God.'

I got off in Chicago. I went to the food stand.

There was a guy there who I had seen on my bus in Cleveland, who it was coming to me was a secret agent of the CIA in cahoots with the police in Cuyahoga Falls.

I had noticed him in Toledo where we had a short rest stop. He was standing around while I looked and noticed a few more of Makumba's children and grandchildren getting on and off busses there. He seemed to be rather uptight and observing me secretly.

At the food counter in Chicago, he approached me and told me that if I was a Christian I had to buy him some pizza.

I said, warmly and sarcastically, suspecting he was an agent, "What if I say no??"

He said something sarcastic and denigrating, I told him gently his eyes were like a sheet of ice and then began to negotiate two pieces of pizza. He wanted the whole thing.

I thought, "O.K., I guess we'll have to see if this man is a Christian or not." He, by his intent, motives, and behaviors did not turn out to be one.

He got a softdrink. I asked him if he was with the CIA. He said, "No," but I could see he was playing a game. I wondered if he wasn't a dark CIA robotoid with blacked out consciousness. I told him he was a robotoid for the non-being we all live inside of. He didn't seem to mind this. I asked him who bought his bus ticket for him. He said his brother did. I 'knew' this was a lie. His brother would have bought him food also. He seemed to be just there to irritate me in his dark robotoid consciousness and he seemed to take a special personal interest in me.

I asked him jokingly if he was stealing my million dollars I made at amazon.com for the books and CDs I sold. He asked me if I owned amazon.com. I said, "I thought you did!"

Today, Monday, I have suddenly discovered my first five book or CD sales. There were none before except the Heart of Darkness book I sold to myself by Joseph Conrad.

When we got up to the checkout counter he said I had to buy him a pack of Marlboros. He seemed to be intentionally trying to drain me of my cash based on an erroneous Christianity for devils. I said no and gave him a pack of mine. I asked him for the other two pieces of pizza, 'cause he only asked for two and there were four. He gave me two. That was more than I expected from 'it.'

I got on the Madison bus and noticed a black woman with all gap teeth who also looked like Bridget, Makumba's wife. It was coming to me that this was her daughter along with James Earl Jones and that they were married and had the Bridget look alike in Cleveland for a daughter.

Today it has come to me that Rodney King of the Los Angeles police beatings is a reincarnation of the Cleveland Bridget's husband upon landing their raft in the Himilayas after the Biblical Flood. That they were both children of James Earl Jones and the Madison bus woman, and George Benson, the guitarist, was Rodney King's brother.

The day I got home, I saw a retarded woman on the city bus who looked like the retarded man that was behind Darth Vader's mask. These observations seem to be all coming in a distinctive ordered fashion.

Now we get to the meat of the whole story.

After I got the two newsroom phone calls in the Fall of 1997, one with an old ticker tape sound in the background and one with two girls and a guy standing around her copy editor desk in the front of the typing room, I assumed she was working for Madison newspapers here in Madison and went to see her there. She didn't work there, so I got the idea that God was fabricating these two newsroom phone calls.

Then Private Investigator Gregg told me amoung other things that he had three addresses in Ohio since 1996, when she lived on Pinckney Street just around the corner from where I lived then and where I live now. I assumed she worked for a paper in Ohio near the last address Gregg gave me at 2118 14th Street in Cuyahoga Falls.

I began to call around Akron for newspapers.

She didn't work at the Cuyahoga Falls newspaper, but the female operator put regret in her voice at the mention of Jeanine's name.

I tried the Akron Beacon. No luck.

I called the Akron Parent Newspaper. There I got a recording with an irate older gentleman's voice sounding like he was outraged about something, telling me that he had just moved his offices just outside of Cleveland in Rocky River, Ohio. He sounded like a newspaper businessman who was irate about something and was now, with his newspaper, stalking Cleveland.

I left a message on his answering machine asking if Jeanine Patrcia Jacques worked there.

He didn't call me back.

Now I get threatening police in Cuyahoga Falls for no justifiable reason and Private Investigator Gregg apparently intentionally gave me the wrong address apparently after finding her there or maybe for some other reason.

After the police, I went home.

Today, I called the Akron Parent Newspaper, but got a different recording from a younger man who sounded like the confident son of the earlier irate older Owner.

This switch from father to son occurred right after my bout with the illegal threatening police of Cuyahoga Falls.

What I am wondering, now, is, did Private Investigator Gregg call her employer???

Was she initially set up as copy editor to promote her career for his son??

What is going on now???

Are these males intentionally holding her hostage or what???

Did Private Investigator Gregg make a deal with the editor??

I can only theorize, but they all apparently know that Jeanine has my Web Page.

Was the editor of the Akron Parent Newspaper expanding his sales of his newpaper with her Web Page Internet column in his paper???

What was he irate about if he had just moved his offices to promote his tiny newspaper in Cleveland.

What motivated him to think he could promote his newspaper in Cleveland as well as Akron??

And why were the police stalking me in Cuyahoga Falls??

If Jeanine has my Web Page, we will know.

How many dark robotoids are amongst us??

Private Investigator Gregg told me he had found her address in Middleton, Wisconsin which is a little town south of Madison, here. Apparently her father, Russ Jacques, gave her her own mailbox when living there for all her Cleveland highschool friend's mail after they moved here.

Did Private Investigator Gregg contact her father, and is that why he gave me the false address??

You mean to tell me her father and stepmother, with their 3 year old child they decided to have so that Jeanine would get pregnant with boyfriend's child, still do not know about the Web Page and are still trying to get me in trouble??

What in God's Name is going on here???

When will Internic give me back my Domain so I can give all of you the beautiful, moving music to my Opera Bara-t??

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MY LOST..??:four days...LOST!!!..??"

"Back in 1996 I Asked, Who I Had Been Led-By-Her-To-Believe, Was A Nurse Good-Friend Of Mine Named Erica Or Rikki Napoli To Read, Listen, And Give Me An Opinion On Barâ-t!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

"I Dropped The Tape And Script-OFF Where She Worked...."

"When I Came-BACK For Her Opinion......She Was Not There, And I Picked-UP The Tape And Manuscript......??"

"I Decided Not To Call Her Or Go Back For An Opinion"

"The End Of Last Month,DECEMBER 2006  I Gave Her An Extremely Friendly Call To Ask Her If She Would, Finally, Give Me An Opinion On The Music, Etc."

"The Answering-Machine Answered And I Was Extremely Suprised At The Incredible Pandemonium Of Two Happily-Yelping Large Dogs.....And The Ecstatic-Voice Of Rikki Saying, Almost As If Suprised Her-Self.......OHHHHH, MYYYYY!!!!......The Dogs Are Answering The Phone.....Leave A Message After The Beep!!!!!"

"I Said This Is Richard Tolley, A Patient On Your Ward At Methodist Hospital, And Joyfully Told Her That I Had Dropped The Opera-OFF At The Hospital Back In 1996, As She Requested, But Had Not Gotten Her Opinion On The Music Or The Script, Call Me Back At 251-9438!!!!"

"SHE DID-NOT-CALL-ME-BACK."

"Not Believing: 'this' OF Bright-Eyed Rikki, Who Told The Other Girls That She Liked-Me In 1977-80: I Called Her Back Twice And Asked Her To Call Me And, That I Was Listed #1 In 12 Of The TOP SEARCH ENGINES IN THE WORLD IN THE CATEGORY PLAYABLE SYMPHONIC MUSIC.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"BUT."

"THE ANSWERING-MACHINE-MESSAGE HAD BEEN ALTERED FROM THE ECSTATICALLY-YELPING DOGS TO RIKKI GRUMBLING-COLDLY INTO THE RECEIVER.....'THE DOGS ARE NOT ANSWERING THE PHONE###.'"

"THERE IS SOME-'guy' WITH 'NAZI'-ELECTRONIC-CONTROL-OVER-MY-COMPUTER WHO TOOK-THIS-ABOVE-DESCRIPTION OUT OF MY WORD-PAD.?"

"I Call 'him': 'shit-stink-piss': WATSON."

"I HAD TO COPY THE FULL WRITE-UP FROM THE INDEX-PAGE WRITE-UP."

"SHE DID NOT CALL ME BACK BOTH TIMES....?"

"The Next Morning I Called Her At 7 AM, Her Husband Answered And I Told Him That I Had Called And Asked Rikki For An Opinion On Barâ-t, AND, THAT I WAS LISTED #1 IN THE TOP TWELVE SEARCH ENGINES IN THE CATEGORY PLAYABLE SYMPHONIC MUSIC AND THAT HE SHOULD CHECK IT-OUT!!!!!!!!!"

"HE SAID HE WOULD!!!!"

"NO ONE CALLED FOR ABOUT A WEEK......"

"I WAS UP-SET.........LEFT HER A SHORT-SAD MESSAGE, 'I AM Not Anti-Social...'"

"NO ONE CALLED......AND I LEFT IT AT THAT FOR A WEEK."

"I WENT TO THE OLD PSYCHIATRIC WARD WHERE I WAS ONE OF HER PATIENTS."

"I ASKED FOR HER AND TOLD THEM THAT I HAD ASKED HER FOR AN OPINION ON MY OPERA ON THE WORLD-WIDE-WEB BACK IN 1996......LEFT THE TAPE AND OPERA SCRIPT LIKE SHE SAID........CAME BACK FOR IT.......BUT SHE DID NOT COME-OUT TO GIVE ME AN OPINION......WHICH I ASKED FOR.....AND I HAD COME FOR HER OPINION: AGAIN."

"THEY SUDDENLY BEGAN TO AVOID-ME.......A DIFFERENT NURSE CAME-UP.....TOLD ME TO WRITE-DOWN MY REQUEST FOR RIKKI ON PAPER......I ASKED HER WHY I COULD NOT TALK TO RIKKI.......SHE GAVE ME A PEN......I ASKED HER WHERE I COULD GET A TABLE........SHE SAID IN THIS DAY-ROOM.....I SAT DOWN AND WROTE THAT I STILL WANTED AN OPINION ON THE OPERA SHE TOLD ME TO DROP-OFF IN 1996: 10 YEARS-AGO.....BECAUSE SHE STILL HAD NOT GIVEN ME AN OPINION ON IT."

"THE HEAD PSYCHIATRIST CAME-UP TO ME."

*****"HE WAS 'STALKING' A VISITOR."*****

"HE IN-A-PUSHY-BOSSY-BULLYING-ANTI-SOCIAL-FASHION TOLD ME THAT I HAD BETTER-LEAVE THERE."

"I TOLD HIM I HAD BEEN TOLD BY THE NURSE TO WRITE-DOWN MY MESSAGE FOR RIKKI."

"HE REPEATED THAT HE WANTED ME TO LEAVE."

"I GOT-UP AND WENT TO THE DOOR, BUT GAVE HIM THE MESSAGE."

"A 'STALKING' SECURTY-GUARD, HE HAD CALLED WITH-OUT WARNING MET ME AT THE DOOR."

"I TOLD BOTH OF THEM THAT I WAS JUST LEAVING AND THAT I DID NOT NEED AN ESCORT."

"THE GUARD ACTED THREATENING, TRIED TO BULLY-ME AND VIOLENTLY DIRECT-ME TO THE PROPER ELEVATOR."

"HE ARGUED WITH ME ABOUT MY GOING OUT THE EMERGENCY-EXIT IN THE BASEMENT OR FIRST-FLOOR AND THREATENED ME IF IT DID."

"THAT EXIT IS THE QUICKEST-WAY TO GET HOME."

"HE, IN-A-'NAZI'-'GESTAPO'-FASHION WALKED ALONG-SIDE OF ME TO THE SECOND-FLOOR MAIN-ENTRANCE........??"

"AND..........I WAS-GONE!!!!!!"

"FUCK-'you'!#!: 'paranoid'-'schizoid'-DANGEROUSLY-'psychopathic'-'anti-social'-'LEGALLY-EN-TRAPPING'-'nazi'-'police'-'STATE': bitches."

"On the 4th or 5th of Jan this year 2007........The Police And A Psychiatrist Came To My Door To Harrass-me About Calling Her And Fabricate What Was An Incredibly Considerate Phone-Call And Get A Court-Order Forcing Me To Take More Addictive-Psychotropic DRUGS."

"THEY WERE HOVERING IN-A-PUSHY-BULLY-BOSSY-THE-COW FASHION OVER MY KITCHEN DOOR-WAY LIKE A CAGGLE OF VULTURES......AND I TOLD 'them' THIS!!!!"

"NOW THAT ..:namespace prefix = st2 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />AMERICA HAS FREED AFGHANISTAN.....'they' HAVE AN AFGHAN 'Heroin' STRONGER THAN CHINA-WHITE."

"SODOMIZERS..........FEMALE-DRUG-'fiends'.....ENFORCED BY FEMALE-POLICE AND MILITARY."

"THE NAZI-ANTI-SOCIAL-POLICE-STATE-ANTI-MUSIC-SEX-POT AMERICAN-FEMALE-MALE."

"WORSE......THAN SODOM & GOMORAH & NAZI-GERMANY."

"ANTI-SOCIAL-NON-MAN-WOMEN-UNT-WOMEN-POLICERS-UNT-WOMEN-FUCKER-RAPISTS."

"THE AMERICAN WOMEN PREFER TO BE HATED-AND-SELF-HATING-IN-BED AND FUCKED-BY-COLD-BRUTAL-THUGS 'JUST-like-they-are'."

"American Anti-Social Thug-Women UNT DER 'men'."

"FEE-Male trashy-WHITE-SUPREMACIST-non-MOTHER-non-women."

"Rikki, IN-ONE-OF-HER-PAST-LIVES WAS ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas:contacts" />Artaxerxes I., OR, AT THE MILLENNIUM, Electric Light Orchestra' Lead Songwriter And Singer, Jeff Lynne's EMPERESS AND MY DAUGHTER DURING THE MEDE-PERSIAN EMPIRE OF AHURA-MAZDA."

"Rikki, ALSO, WAS Mary, SISTER OF LAZARUS, WHO WAS ANOTHER INCARNATION OF Jeff Lynne OR Artaxerxes I., EMPEROR OF THE MEDE PERSIAN EMPIRE."

"ONCE EMPERESSES........NOW.......'shit-women'."

'their' COLLECTIVE-'cryyyyyyyyyy' IS: 'Nooooowwwwwww I've Got-Chu' Myyyyyyy Pretttttttiiiiiieeeessssss'........###!#!"

"YESTERDAY.......THERE WAS A KNOCK ON MY DOOR........I WENT TO ANSWER IT......AND A POLICE OFFICER HANDED ME A NOTICE OF HEARING FOR A PROBABLE CAUSE HEARING RELATIVE TO 'them' EITHER WANTING TO COMMIT-ME OR WHAT MY PSYCHIATRIST SAID.....GET A COURT-ORDER MAKING-ME 'their'-SLAVE."

"Evidently, ALSO, Rikki Napoli, Cindy Vleeschouwers, Jacqueline Robinson Tolley, MY 'X', Mary LEE, 'Snidely-Whip-Lash' - Gloria Estefan: Cuts Both Ways, AND ALL AMERICAN SO-CALLED-WOMEN."

"SHEEEEEEE WAAALLLKKKSSSSSSSS......O-VER-MEEEEEEEE

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THE life & times of JEANINE & RICHARD "A LIFE THROUGH TIME ITSELF" PRT 2

"LOOKS LIKE AFTER YOU CRASHED-INTO-ME.......YOU ALREADY HAD QUIT BOYFRIEND'S EMPLOYMENT.....GOTTEN A DISCO-DANCE-TEACHING-JOB AT Sergios.......I WENT THERE IN SUMMER-1998........SUDDENLY!!?#!........THEY CLOSED........OVER 300-HELLO?-JEANINE?-CLICK.-PHONE-CALLS FROM THANKSGIVING-1995-AUGUST-1999....."

"I TRIED U.S. SEARCH.......GOT YOU AT BRIDISI CT. IN MIDDLETON........FALSE."

"RUSSELL M. JACQUES WILMINGTON DRIVE, STRONGSVILLE, OHIO............MUSTANG-HIGH-SCHOOL-FOOTBALL-TEAM-LOSS...........???"

"IN 1998......AND YOU WOULD KNOW THIS.......I CALLED JANELL AT WILMINGTON ROAD, CLEVELAND, OHIO.......REAL-BIG-EMPTY-HOUSE.........2 YEAR-OLD-SON RAPPING ON THE TELEPHONE-KEYS STANDING NEXT TO YOUR STEP-MUM.......AS IF HE RECOGNIZED-ME....?!!.....WANTED-OUT-OF-TOO-BIG-RITZY-HOUSE........I TOLD JANELL I THOUGHT YOU WERE CALLING-ME 300 TIMES, AND IF IT DID NOT STOP, I WOULD GO TO THE CARIBBEAN TO START MY LIFE OVER."

"U.S. SEARCH HAS YOUR-DAD LIVING IN STRONGSVILLE IN A DIFFERENT-ADDRESS THAN YOUR STEP-MUM.......WHO IS!!!!....HIS PAST-LIFE-WOMAN.......MOTHER OF OUR PAST-LIFE-SON.......YOUR PRESENT HALF-BROTHER!!!!!!!!"

"YER DAD......I WOULD INSTANTLY ASSUME.......WAS RENTING HIS LUXURY-HOUSE IN CLEVELAND......TO A LIVE-IN-FAMILY.....WHEN HE WAS NOT-EVEN-PAID BY BARRY 'THE SCROOGE' ALVAREZ.......AND.......ON HIS STIPEND-ALLOWANCE.....BUT-MAINLY THE RENT HE COLLECTED FROM HIS CLEVELAND LUXURY-HOME.......WAS ABLE TO PURCHASE THE MIDDLETON-HOME WHERE YOU AND DENISE-LIVE............!!!!"

"HE GOT FIRED.....?"

"MOVED-BACK-INTO-HIS-AND-JANELL'S-LUXURY-HOME-IN-CLEVELAND."

"AND RENTED-OUT HIS MIDDLETON-HOME." AT ALL TIMES.....M&I BANK....OWNED BY BOB BARKER AND HIS 'fruit-loops'........WAS SETTING-UP TO GIT YOU MARRIED TO boyfriend.....???

"UNT YER-DAD VANTED-DIS: TOO."

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JEANINE & RICHARD ' a life through time itself' '
Current mood: crushed

"Christ States, 'I And HE Are ONE.'"

"I..................AM HE."

"I Had An Extremely Intense Audio Vision Of Christ Back In 1958 When I Was a lit-tle 6 year old boy."

"HE Groaned Like HE Did Before HE Healed People: The Deepest Most GODly Three Groans I Have Ever..............OR.....Will.... EVER!...Hear.......!!!!!!"

"I Theorize, That after our first  encounter,when she was the read haired Grail Maiden and i was Sir. Percival,Jeanine Crashed Into Me at the bus stop in front of the public library, The Phone Calls Stopped Until Spring Of 1997, Because I Decided To Go To boyfriend's Father's New Tavern Brothers To Check Things-OUT, Hoping That All Of Us Could Make-UP, And I Could Get A Mother For My Parent's First-Born Grandson."

"Jeanine, is, Living In Wisconsin, After I Saw Her De-Materialized On State Street, Here, In Madison With Boys To The Left Of Her And Boys To The Right Of Her, And In Spring Of 1997, After boyfriend Had Opened-UP His Father's New Bar, Brothers, The Old Joe Harts, Where Jeanine Was 'Stalking' ME ILLEGALLY WITH THE ASSISTANCE OF POLICE-SURVEILLANCE EAR-PHONES WITH MUMBLES TELLING HER WHAT TO DO, And I Went In To Have A Beer, It Was Coming To Me That boyfriend Was Coming-IN With Jeanine To Tell Me To Leave {Brothers; HUH?##?#!}, I Blacked-OUT, BUT, I Was Getting Ready To Ask boyfriend, 'What Girl Do I Get?'."

"She Left Town, Mayor Paul Soglin Quit Office In The Middle Of His Term, And Jeanine Began To Live With Her Relatives, Nicole L. Jacques And Susan M. Jacques."

"The Phone Calls Continued, Again, And I Received Three In June."

"I used short hand to write as much and as many as of the calls down,here are, but a few of those calls" 

"Hello?-Click."

"Hello....Jeanine?-Click."

"Hello.....Jeanine?......I Have A Web-Page Opera On The World-Wide-Web......Heemmm, Hawwww, Heemmmm, Hawwwww-Click."

"I Did Not Receive Another Dead-Line Phone Call, Again, Until August."

"And Not Again Until The Beginning Of November."

"Hello?......Jeanine?.......I Can't Hear Anything Coming From Your End Of The Line........."

"Suddenly!?..........I Heard The Most Genuinely Gushy-Breathy Sighhhhhhhhhhh In Jeanine's Voice That I Have Ever Or Will Ever Hear."

"I Was Soooooo Taken With IT, That I Just As Gently Said, 'I Think I Better Go, Now.....'"

"Was IT Real?"

"All I Have are memories past..??"

"Listen........To The  Wolves at night.......The Lower-tone one Is Jeanine........She Goes Lowwwww.......And Then......I......Go.........

Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooo...."

"RIKKI NAPOLI'S EMPEROR ARTAXERSES I.....

STEVE IRWIN..?????"

"Steve Was ALSO Lazarus For Christ!!!!"

"HE TOOK PORTABLE MICROPHONE AND SOUND-EQUIPMENT TO THE SWISS-ALPS TO RECORD-US........AS PARALLEL-BEINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Jeanine AND I WERE CRYING AT THE FULL MOON ACROSS THE SWISS BORDER IN FRANCE..............................."

"I will BLOG as much as i can about ME and JEANINE,

"The courts have put rulings on a lot of stuff that cant be mentioned untill the cases are finished" 

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The Grandchildren Of The Baby Boomers Will Run Out Of Harvestor Fuel Unless We Can Capture Phot
Current mood: anxious

HERE!: Is My Physics Paper Which PROVES Beyond A Shadow Of A Doubt: WHAT The Photon: IS.:

I Slipped This Paper Underneath The Office-Doors Of ALL The Department-Heads In The University Of Wisconsin Physics Department.

2 Weeks Later, I Received A Phonecall From An Elderly Male, Who Said He Was A Professor.

He Was SOOO Overly Excited That All I Could Do To His Excited Statements Was Say, 'Oh, Really!!!!!'.

He Said That They Were Building An X-Ray Laser Out In Stoughton.

I Said, 'Oh, Really!!!!', And He Just As Suddenly Hung-UP....???

HERE: They Are Trying To Trap Photons With Atoms.

THIS: Cannot Be Done As Easily As Trapping Photons Within A Superconducting-Magnetic-Field.

Coupling many atoms to single photons: single-photon source and beyond

The collective interaction of many atoms with a single mode of an optical resonator also allows one to prepare entangled states of large samples of atoms by detection of the photons emitted by the atoms. When the atoms interact with the mode in a way that makes it fundamentally impossible to determine which atoms, e.g. emitted a photon into the resonator, the system must be described by an entangled state of the atomic ensemble (Dicke state). Under appropriate conditions, these states interact collectively, and therefore very strongly with photons.

Following a slightly modified version of the quantum repeater proposal by Duan, Lukin, Cirac, and Zoller [1], we have built a system where a sample of atoms is made to conditionally generate a single photon on demand following the (random) detection of a previous single photon.

Currently we are able to store the excitation corresponding to a single photon for 2 us as a ground-state polarization grating (spin wave) in the atomic sample containing 106 atoms, and to convert this excitation into a single photon with an efficiency up to 80%. The storage time is limited by the Doppler effect, i.e. by the random thermal motion of the atoms that destroys the holographic grating. We are working on increasing the storage time into the range of milliseconds, and possibly seconds, by decreasing the Doppler effect, and ultimately removing it altogether by strong confinement of the atoms (Lamb-Dicke regime). We also expect to be able to further increase the read efficiency, producing an even better approximation to a single-photon Fock state on demand.

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THIS.: Is My Cover-Letter And Physics Papers On The Mega And Quantum Universe
Current mood: annoyed
Category: Blogging

Colleagues and Students of Abdus Salam:

I AM Looking for someone to publish my Quantum and Mega descriptions of the Unified-Field Time-Structure of the Universe based on Vacuum-Implosion- Particulate-Pressurization.

Back in October of 1996, I sent Abdus Salam my paper: The General Time Structure of the Universe. I spoke to him on the telephone. He gave me the direct-line phone number of Gary Eden, Professor of Physics at Illinois University. Gary has an Ultra-Violet Laser. Gary stated he had a tremendous backlog of experiments.

My experiments with Laser and Polarized Light Proofs could be performed very simply with even a Ruby-Laser.

These experiments would prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, WHAT Light-IS!!!!!!

I have mailed these papers to University Physics Departments In China, Iran and to Trieste, Italy.

Please Get Back To Me About Publishing For The First-Time.

The New Deduction I Have Made Is About The Gaseous Spectral Content Of The 100 Billion-Light-Year-Long Shaft Of Galaxies In The Constellation Sagittariu s.

There Should Be More Helium and Lithium Gas In This Challenging Portion Of Our Immediate Universe.

Richard S. Tolley________________________________________________

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