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San Juan International Airport to the Beach to San Juan International
Airport to the Far Beach (La Punta Roca)
Tuesday Morning to Wednesday Morning
March 26th - 27th, 1991

After finally awakening on Tuesday morning, half the day must have already
passed. The police loaded me up into a cruiser where I again fell to sleep. Next
thing I know we are at the Budget Rent-a-car agency where the police place two
large plastic garbage bags into the back trunk and we take off out of the airport once
again. They drop me and my two bags of belongings off at the beach. I think to
myself, “Are they crazy or what?” They pull away leaving me to go somewhere with
my two heavy trash bags of belongings.

I immediately remove my shoes and crawl under a dilapidating cyclone fence and
begin to walk along the beach in the opposite direction we just came from the
airport. Happy and elated I first encounter a group of men sifting through the sand
and cleaning up garbage. I immediately find the head of the operation and proceed
to thank him for his groups welcomed efforts.

I continue to walk the beach and next encounter a young couple lying on the beach
and holding and kissing each other. He approaches them and tells them tomorrow
they will be able to make love right there on the beach should they choose. They
smile and laugh and continue with their light love advances.

Next, he begins to answer a question that I have held for a long time. He begins to
reveal many things to me as we walk in the hot afternoon sun along the ocean
beach. He began to go through the animal that he himself had created. He was in
search of the one which he had not created. He finally came upon the cat. He
indeed answered the curious question I have had as to why I so much dislike cats
when they are such a nice creature.

He revealed that the cat was the vessel through which the entity which sought to
destroy his creation had manifest itself. He revealed that he and this entity were in a
battle for souls and that he had finally gained enough souls to overcome his
mistake. And his mistake was revealed also. It was a simple mistake. The simple
mistake of duality. By creating a universe of duality he unwittingly allowed the other
entity to enter his universe and take advantage of the duality by switching the true
meaning of duals.

Black is white and white is black, good is bad and bad is good. Rich is poor and
poor is rich, hot is cold and cold is hot. Every dual was switched by the entity to
have the opposite affect.

As we continued to walk the beach I ran into an American couple and I attempt to
explain to the man what was just revealed to me. He listens whole heartedly for quite
some time as we walk the beach.

Eventually we part with the couple and we meet up with three teens with a couple of
jet skis. He looks out on the ocean and he sees a couple of men in a small wooden
fishing boat and he calls out, “John, John.” He then asks one of the teens if they
could give him a ride out to see his friend John out on the boat. The teens explain
they needed to go down the beach and pick somebody up first. The two guys leave
on the jet skis leaving their girlfriend to stay and watch their belongings on the
beach. She and I talk for a little while before I notice a roadside barbecue stand.

Having hunger and thirst I walk up to the stand where I am readily offered a piece of
chicken and a delicious coconut drink. While standing watching my chicken being
cooked the lovely lady who was attending the coals to the barbecue dropped several
of the hot coals on my foot. No problem though. She apologized, he asked for some
coconut juice which he placed over the burns. He happily ate his meal and drank his
juice, thanked his hostesses, and headed back to the beach to talk to the teens with
the jet skis.

The jet skiers had returned with another girl and he went down to talk with them all.
By now John in the boat had left so his question of them was “where can I get me a
jet ski.” They pointed to a marina across the road and told me about how much it
would cost. He then asked them, “How long would it take me to get to Miami on a jet
ski?” They respond with laughter so he asks them, “You guys don’t think I can get to
Miami on a jet ski?” One of the guys tells him, “No, it would be too far to go by jet
ski. A jet ski is only good for going around here.”

He thanks the group and continues to head off, taking to the road across a bridge,
because the beach came to an end at an inlet to the Marina. As he crosses the
bridge he curses those who had succumbed to the opposite entity and had covered
his creation with the burning blacktop he must now walk on without shoes. He
reasoned the bad men built roads which required shoes which required money which
required work and so on.

Once across the bridge he again takes to the beach and eventually arrives at an
area of the beach which is littered with trash - bottles, cans, papers, and broken
glass. So he heads into the nearest building on the beach. It turned out to be a
bar. Still being early afternoon only the bar tender and an elderly man fill the bar
room. He sits beside the elderly man and begins a conversation. He is welcomed by
the bar tender who introduces himself as Joseph. The elderly man introduces
himself as Rosario. Joseph asks him “What would you like to drink.” He answers,
“How much will it cost me for a beer?” “One dollar,” answers Joseph. “Well, all I
have is these,” as he pulls out hundreds of minute shells from each pocket and
places them on the bar.” He states, “These are worth far more than any money.” So
Joseph takes out a beer and gives it to him.

Rosario and Joseph continue to talk with him as he drinks his beer. He tells them
that he is trying to get to Miami and has been trying to for days now.
He finishes his beer and asks what he can do to pay for this one and one more
later. Just then a bar maid says, “Well, you’re just in luck. It is my day to clean the
beach but I have to leave soon. Joseph will give you another beer for cleaning up
the beach.” No problem. For the next hour he cleaned the littered beach.   Spotting
several coconuts which had been in the water a long time and so now were
sprouting, he planted them next to Joseph's bar. He was attracted by the glimmering
tide pools of the beautiful blue coral reef so he walks over to them. Here he notices
shards of glass in the pool so he begins to pick them up. He was quickly joined by a
small boy no older than four who noticed what he was doing and so he too began to
help clean.

After finishing with the cleaning, he re-enters the bar and Joseph serves up another
beer. Joseph indicates that many people with boats from Miami attend the next bar
just down the beach. He points to the stairs which lead up to the bar he is talking
about. It sits atop a cliff on a point overlooking the ocean. So he leaves Joseph’s
bar and climbs up the cliff to the bar. Their he finds nobody with a boat so he heads
out the front entrance back toward Joseph’s bar and across the street.

He enters an open air restaurant where he is greeted by a friendly worker who was
busy preparing the restaurant for tonights guests. The worker offers him a beer and
some food. So he sits down and talks with the fellow as he works.

After a bit of conversation I excuse myself and head to the nearest pay phone to call
my old boyfriend Manfred. I proceed to tell Manfred a little bit of what has been
happening to me here in Puerto Rico over the past few days. I quickly summarize by
telling him I’m meeting all of the apostles as well as Mary Magdalen, and Joseph and
Mary. I explain to him the opposite theory and the reason I dislike cats so much.
Manfred, needless to say, was quite perplexed and speechless.

I finished my call to Manfred and returned to the restaurant across from Joseph’s bar
where I meet the owner and explain to him the opposite theory.    By the time I finish
my conversation with him the sun has set and night is beginning to fall. So, wanting
to be on his way to Miami he head back to Joseph’s in search of his wooden staff
which he had walk up to Joseph’s bar with. It was missing. He looked all around the
bar including the women’s bathroom in search of his staff. He knew then and there
that Joseph had taken it, told him so and left.

He heads up the cliff to the bar on the point, enters the opened building, has a seat
at the central bar, and asks for a glass of ice water. While drinking his water he asks
the bar tender if she knows a way he can catch a boat to Miami. She explains that
the owner of the bar charters boats to Miami and he will be back any minute.

When the owner arrives he discusses the possibility of the owner taking him to Miami
on his boat tonight. He explains that he was to be in Miami on Saturday for a big
concert and that they are still waiting for him to arrive. The owner goes away to think
it over for a few minutes. So he gets up and enters the pool table area where he
sees a familiar face. He calls out to him, “Mark.” The fellow turns to him and then
looks away. He leaves him alone for a minute or two then walks over to him. He
says to him again, “Mark, it is you is it not?” The fellow again looks at him and then
continues with his pool game. So, he tries again. “Mark, how have you been?” This
time the fellow gets angry and tells him he’d better just leave him alone. He instructs
him to leave the place and begins to help escort him out of the bar.

Again he asks, “But you are Mark are you not?” He answers, “Just shut the fuck up
and get the hell out of here.” At that moment I sensed the same feeling I had at the
mall when the entity was preparing for the beating. So I took control of the moment
and led us off of the bar’s patio and down the steps away from trouble. Mark then re-
entered the bar and another mall scene was avoided.

He returns up the patio steps and proceeds to the patio overlooking the ocean. He
walks up to a table of four elderly gentlemen and takes a seat sitting opposite them.
Three of the gentlemen continue to talk as he looks the fourth one squarely in the
eyes. The man attempts to speak but he is only able to get out choked, garbled
words. The entity smiles and says out loud to him tauntingly, “What’s the matter
Bill? Cat’s got your tongue?”

Having never met the man, having never seen the man, I was amazed to know who
he was. The entity obviously knew who he was. He was Bill , the president of MCI
Telecommunications (did you mention seeing the MCI Corp Lear jet at the airport
earlier?). And that was all he had to say to him. We get up from the table, walk
down the patio steps, and leave the bar. We walk down the dirt street and enter the
first open door on our right where sits a family of 8 people awaiting supper.

He introduces himself and the elderly mother of the family introduce herself to him.
He inquires as to whether they would be able to help him out by taking him to the
airport so he can catch an airplane to Miami. They nod and seem to understand his
query but they continue on with their business. So he waits seated in a chair which
they offered him.

He talks with the elderly lady and a man who was about 38 years of age. He
introduces himself as Joseph which totally excites the entity. The elderly woman
proudly states, “He me son.” She points to another man in the room and says, “He
too me son. Name Jesus.”   The entity nods his head and smiles. We wait for the
ride. After more than 15 minutes he queries as to the ride to the “aeropuerto” as
they were calling it.

Finally, the eldest son says, “We no have car.” The entity smiles, thanks
everybody, and leaves through the welcome door which he came in. He walks back
down the road on which he’d come earlier in the day, back toward the airport. As he
approached the Marina bridge he comes upon a man and his son who are fishing.
He greets the man and asks him his name.

The man replies, “Juan.” The entity shakes his head in agreement for he already
knew this. He knew this was John the Fisherman and he said so out loud, “John the
Fisherman, I’m so happy to see you.” Just then his wife comes up from the rocks
below the bridge and looks at me with astonishment and says, “Yes, he is my
husband, Juan de Pescador.”

Relieved, the entity asks Juan, “John my friend, you can help me can’t you. You can
take me to “aeropuerto”.” Juan answered, “I can’t do that.” And the entity already
knew this answer. Just then Juan caught a fish which he let the entity pull in. The
entity took the fish in his hands, unhooked him, put the live fish to his mouth and
clenched his teeth on the quivering body. All in attendance were in awe. He then
through the fish back to the water unharmed, smiled at Juan and his family, and in a
twirling backward dance jetted across the road between two fast approaching cars to
the screams of the watching crowd. The wife of Juan screamed, “Don’t do that,” just
as another car was approaching and he dashed before it in perfect time to come
happily to the other side of the road again. And he continued on his way down the
road toward the airport once again.

He passed the entrance of the Marina and crossed the street to walk once again on
the beach. Here he met several couples whom he asked for their forgiveness and
attempted to explain the opposite theory. He also began a new game. He asked
one person of the group to make 5 statements. They were to be all true statements
except one of the five, and they could even be in Spanish. The entity would ferret
out the false statement. The intent of this game was to prove that the lie was dead.
So a young lady in the group rattles of 5 statement in Spanish. The group is
amazed when he chooses the false statement, so they do it again. Once again he
chooses the false statements (she tried to trick him with two false statements). After
inviting them to the great concert in Miami, he bids farewell and continues on down
the beach.

He nears some large beach hotels and heads on out to the main road to try and
catch a ride to the airport. As he approaches the last roadside stand, a man and his
wife pull their car up next to the stand and the man gets out and heads to the stand.
The entity goes up to the car to ask for a ride to the airport but as he approaches
the wife drives the car away a few feet. Sensing the womans fear, the entity smiles
at her and approaches the car again. Again she move the car further up the road
yelling something in Spanish toward her husband.

So, the entity out of fun begins to pound on the trunk of the car causing the woman
to speed away, leaving her husband back at the stand. The entity walks up to the
stand to talk to the man who is now standing at the doorway of his stand. In his hand
he is holding a machete. The entity smiles at him and asks him if he speaks English
(he already knows that he does). The man replies, “No, no ingles.” He asks again,
“Are you sure you don’t speak English?” “No, no ingles.”   O.K. then, I speak some
Spanish and the entity began to do his best at speaking Spanish, bad as it was. By
now the man had put down his machete and he listened as the entity talked about
Diablo being dead and asking him for his forgiveness for the mistake. The man
forgave him so the entity went on his way.

He crossed the road and began his walk along the outer cyclone fence of the
airport. As he walked, he passed a hole in the fence but continued walking. A bit
later he stopped, turned around and headed back to the whole in the fence. He had
to crawl under the fence where the whole was which then led into a densly wooded
area between the road and the airport runway. He could hear the sound of
airplanes through the sound of the night birds (they were actually Coqui frogs as I
know now) but he could not see the planes through the forest. He wanted to get out
to the runway, flag down a plane, and finally be on his way to Miami.

So, off into the woods he goes being deterred only by the many thick jungle vines
and dense underbrush and trees. Several minutes later he came upon a newer
fence. But he was very determined. He found a tree with a thick limb hanging out
over the fence. He climbed the tree and began to shimmy out on the limb so he
could drop down on the other side of the fence. Just as he was halfway out on the
limb it snapped in half, dropping him 8 feet to the ground.   He gets up laughing,
brushes himself off, and returns to the hole in the fence from which he came into the
woods.

He continues his slow walk to the airport along the old cyclone fence and busy road.
As he is walking he spies a long piece of rusty barbed wire from the old fence. He
picks up the wire and wraps it three times into a circle and crowns himself with his
find. As he walks the barbs puncture him apparently causing him to bleed. Further
down the road he encounters a piece of lumber about 8 feet long. He picks it up and
begins to drag it behind him. Surely now somebody would pick him up and give him
a ride to the airport and surely now he would get on a plane to Miami. Several miles
later he finally makes a left turn at the corner at the end of the airport runway. Only
a couple miles remained until he made it to the terminal.

Although over a thousand cars must have passed him on this section of the road
nobody stopped to help him out. Not one person. He found a night crawler (a long
worm) on his walk which he picked up and placed in his pocket amongst the sea
shells to keep there as his serpent which he could use whence trouble commenced
in the airport.

Prior to making the final turn into the airport terminal entrance the entity revealed
much more to me. (This needs more filling in). The most import revealing was the
fact that the entity was indeed the creator and that Jesus was not the son of the
creator. This explained why none of the apostles and why Mary and Joseph did not
recognize me, for I was not filled with whom I thought I was. From this point on the
crown on my head and the timber at my back was only a mocking of the story of
Jesus and his final hours.

He made the final turn into the airport terminal entrance and continued his
barefooted, shirtless walk, still dragging the timber behind him and proudly wearing
his crown. He crossed the street and entered the open gates of Budget Rent-a-car.
As he entered their parking lot he began screaming in pain and agony as he walked
in a hemisphere around their entrance. He exited their lot as a crowd of employees
began to gather to watch the spectacle.

As he continued his walk toward the terminal still wailing at full scream he fell full
body into a large mud puddle where he laid still for many seconds, crown sharply
entact. Just before a Budget employee came to his aid, he gathered his lumber and
restarted his walk. He walked across the street toward the gate leading to the Lear
jets. As he crossed the busy street he was hit squarely by a long limousine, landing
atop the hood in front of the windshield. The passengers exit the limo to witness the
wailing, crowned spectacle spread across the front hood like an ornament. As he
gathers himself and gets off the hood, an employee from Budget Rent-a-car grabs
the lost lumber and swings it at him, hitting him fully on the back, breaking it into two
pieces just as the police arrive. So close to Miami, yet so far away.

Laughing and bleeding, the police once again hand cuff him, place him in the back
of the cruiser, and speed on out of the airport. We head out past the Marina, past
the roadside stands, and on out into the darkness where the road turns to dirt along
the beach. They drop me off and again speed away into the safety of the night. I
realized then that they knew who I was and that they were not going to let me get off
of this island alive.

The first thing I did was lay down on the sand of the beach and rest. Next I headed
to the nearest light where there happened to be a telephone. So I phoned the
operator and asked the number of a taxi company. I rang the taxi company, told
them where I was. I was at the road side stand called “Roca Mar de Jorge”. They
knew where it was and they would be there soon. An hour later they never came.
So I tried to catch a ride with one of the very few cars that passed in the direction of
the airport. I laid next to the road in plain view, shirtless and still crowned with three
wraps of barbed wire. Nobody stopped.

I tried the taxi company again but still no taxi came. So I called the local hospital.
When they asked me what was wrong I told them I was tired and needed some help.
She told me they couldn’t help me for that. So I then told her I had a broke arm and
needed to get to the hospital and that the police had just dropped me off here at the
beach. She hung up. Needless to say no ambulance ever arrived.

Next I called two numbers in Florida requesting a rescue helicopter to come get me
off this island. While waiting for the helicopter I phoned my friend Tara in Boston
who phoned my Travel Insurance company to inform them that I might be having a
problem and may need assistance. After waiting a couple of hours no helicopter
ever came. So I went to sleep in the shelter of the Roca del Mar.

Upon awakening I could hear the roar of the ocean as if it was calling me out to it.
So I walk up into some strange bushes (you can see them just to the left of the Roca
Mar de Jorge - I now know that they are Sea Grapes) and down some strange rock
formations which was either coral or old sea lava leading to the ocean.

I thought I would see dolphins waiting for me to enter the sea to take me to Miami.
None were there but I kept seeing something like dolphins so I kept looking. At this
moment the entity left me and fear entered my body once again. I had not
experienced any fear since before last Friday morning when the first revelation was
made. I returned to the safety of the bush and lied down for a rest and some
pondering. Just then a rain shower began and the big thick leaves of the bushes
kept me dry.

After the rain shower I returned to the Roca Mar and slept on a bench under the roof
of the shack. Upon awakening I look over across the floor of the shack and I am
startled upon seeing a pair of eyes glaring at me. A scruffy dog was lying under a
bench near by and a second dog was lying in the warm ashes of the barbecue pit
across from the other dog.

I dozed off to sleep once again to prepare myself for the adventures of the new day
to come.