An Excerpt From "Life As A Cape Cod Mental Patient" (Sci - Fi Fantasy & 09/11/01)
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This day, December 23, 2020, pre-dawn, I managed to finally email the office of former President George W. Bush. Rather than describe the email, I’m giving you the entire context of it, with only a spell check done now.
Sir, George Bush : -)
For me to believe that anyone else but you reached out to me via phone and in person summer 2003 is never going to happen. Likewise, immediately after the Christmas Day 2004 South Eastern Tsunami.
I’m going on record to say, the 09/11/01 terrorist stateside leaders scoped out my website, now defunct, Mahlers.Com and my business partners/in-laws site, M2Tech.US also defunct.
If not for CNN announcing the two mad hatters had internet access from the University of Arizona, perhaps I wouldn’t have had hard copy logs hand delivered to my employer, Janet Morris, also aunt of my then wife.
When you publicly for the first time on camera to the nation said “weapons of mass destruction” my inbox was flooded nearly a month straight non stop with questions as to “why did he say that when you Mr. Mahler were talking weapons of mass protection”. I only answered maybe two emails out of hundreds to thousands. Life was absolutely quiet and hardly anyone batted an eye of any hint to my dealings online in person.
But most notably, you did and in plain site too, unless of course, as any secret service would do, a “twin” visited me at Dunkin Donuts summer 2003. Jeans, green t-shirt and either the best makeup job ever before my eyes or he was you, polite, buying a medium coffee, no security save for the video camera above and you walked out, drove away in a box truck. That rocked my world sir.
I’m going on record saying to the one man that has absolute authority to turn me in to law for this next statement. From just about pre-sundown to a bit after sunup September 11, 2001, I know now I had in fact been with at first 20, then in a matter of minutes 19 middle easterners all by the same infamous names to you and everyone worldwide. But I’m also stating for a fact, that entire nonstop transcript either you and the feds have from the hard drives of the terrorists or you are all missing the complete uncensored over the top total anarchy of conversation that also gives credible detail to almost every significant subject to take place globally since then and I stress incredible as if day old news yet in total advance. So detailed, the names of passengers on each flight, the floors of where the two towers were struck and exactly when and that is just a minor part of that only God could tell me situation and flowed through my mind and into their screens.
For a fact, I ditched my hard drive that morning and also cleansed the router/modem and memory too. For all intent purposes my copy is somewhere in the atmosphere forever ionized into nothing due to the junkyard incinerator. However, there is two photos of my then 19” Compaq monitor complete with the IRC chat room with all of us in it, no conversation at t the time and to the best of my knowledge, the photographer is my former friend Shane William Kelly, who never knew for a Nano-second as neither did my wife what and who and where I had been since near sundown September 10, 2001 online.
But due to the fact, seemingly you visited me, first by phone when I had actually thought I was calling Sony Media Software and then in person that same summer.
If it isn’t breaking deep intel secrets, beyond classified, does that IRC transcript actually exist?
For the record, I spent a week in a hospital for mental care from September 11, 2001 for seven days. My roommate, no joke was a living breathing right down to the robe and sandals straight out of the bible version of God himself. Not even you had that pleasure LOL,
Below is a song I recorded with you in mind, two years before the 2005 hurricanes.
I’ve also attached it to this email.
Feel free to call me anytime, 17744183253 or 17743144121
Regards and most respect,
William K. Mahler
“Bill”
“LIVING LIES (HEADED TO LOUISIANA)”
https://www.reverbnation.com/williammahler/song/32148729-living-lies-headed-to-louisianaOh she’s definitely smarter than me
Well I come from deep in the woods of Louisiana
I come from Jersey and New York too
I’ve been travelling California
Wearing a jarvik heart and a harmonica too
And I’ve been told many times I might be Mary
And I’ve been told many times I sing like a canary
And I’ve been told it might be true
Oh my name is Mahler now how ‘bout you
Well now next to the donut shop
There’s a man you might recognize and he’s kind of hot
I don’t mean to be slighting man in any way
But you know who the president is of the USA
So when you pump your gas in the town of Sandwich
Oh you might call him the duke of Earl but that is
I’m telling you my friend it could be no end
If you take two men and stand ‘em side by side
You’ll wonder if there’s truth to the living lies
And I’m telling you it just might be true
I might be headed to Louisiana with ride to you
Whoa oh oh
Now if this is living history
Oh last time I looked at my watch
I sure was a mystery
And now I tell you once again
Oh is he our president and is he our friend
And I’m a telling you it might be up to you
In the mind you keep and the things you do
Mm hmm
https://www.reverbnation.com/williammahler/song/32148729-living-lies-headed-to-louisianaCopyright 2020 BMI
Created and recorded live at the Prodigal Son coffee house, late summer 2003, Hyannis, MA. USA.
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It’s worthy of note, there is a ring of truth to being prescient in life. For instance, two years before two category 4 hurricanes devastated Louisiana, my song, well, only twice the word “Louisiana” is made mention. It’s so you know, the song was made with also a man known as “Earl” in mind, who for all intent purposes, as a petroleum dealer and gas station attendant, could be a direct relative to President Bush. They both entirely share similar facial features. Earl went on record to say he’s not related to the Bush’s. “Living Lies” not implying an untruth but the living proof lies alive before your eyes.
Within less than one hour after sending Mr. Bush that email, the first email in over a week regarding housing was in my inbox from no less, a woman whose last name is entirely middle eastern. She is disabled, lost her husband in a car wreck and is residing within the west coast of the USA. She has her keys to an apartment in Boston she offered to rent to me for less than $600 a month. Karma and or sheer coincidence? 09/11/01 from middle easterners written of to Bush and then the next email is from a middle easterner wishing to do hopefully innocent and honest business with me. No doubt, a true test of, investigative intelligence by to suggest, Windows karma and God only knows, perhaps Bush himself as his mind is forever tied to all things USA even when asleep at maybe 2 or 3 am if he is in Texas.
How say you? Is my mind mentally ill or am I in your opinion, behaving rationally, logically and actually enjoying myself during this period of unwarranted captivity? All of the above, no answer necessary.
William Mahler
17744183253
17743144121
https://mahlers.nethttps://revervnation.com/williammahler-----------------------------
The entire 28 page, 13,000 word ever growing non fiction account can be found here:
http://mahlers.net/life-as-a-mental-health-patient.htmIf it is of any reference, read this in its entirety and then draw your conclusions about "reality" of which the online life and gainful employment with Janet & Chris, both of M2 Technologies Inc. and my ex-in-laws of whom have given me the alternative to 9-5 work I've had that started long before the internet summer 1984 would entirely be as dull as some limited attention spans make mental illness out to be.
“Fantasy meets reality in books by Cape Cod author Janet Morris”
By Ellen C. Chahey
Posted Oct 12, 2018 at 7:56 AM Updated Oct 12, 2018 at 7:57 AM
She could be a character in a novel, but instead she writes them. Janet Morris of Centerville, born and raised in the town of Barnstable and a product of its public schools, has some 40 science fiction and fantasy books to her credit, many co-written with her husband Chris, as well as some historical fiction.
But for all their highly acclaimed works of imagination, she and Chris also have plumbed the depths of the very real world: military strategy through the use of non-lethal weapons. As the research director and senior fellow at the United States Global Strategy Council (USGSC) from 1989 to 1994, Janet Morris wrote several white papers about the use of non-lethal weapons such as psychological and digital warfare.
“Weapons of mass protection,” she called such strategies, “rather than chucking bigger and bigger rocks at each other.” In 1991, she visited Moscow, “where I saw Russian technology that no one in the West had ever seen before,” such as infrasound transmissions.
“The real cost of [conventional] war is the cost of rebuilding after it’s over,” Morris observed. So now she and Chris have their own tech company, which works with the US federal government and military on non-lethal weapons and long-term strategic planning.
The challenge in modern warfare, as Morris sees it, is “the containment of barbarism – but nobody wants to admit to being a barbarian.”
Naturally, Morris’s fiction explores the themes of conflict and power. And some it is eerily prescient. One of her novels written with Chris, “The 40-Minute War,” begins as Islamic terrorists hijack a plane and crash it into the White House – and it was written in 1984.
She said that her favorite of her novels is “I, the Sun,” a biographical novel about the Hittite king Suppiluliuma I, who reigned around 1350 B.C. “I took a crash course in Hittite before I wrote it,” she said of her preparation for the 1983 novel, and added of the king that “I learned more from him than from my whole time in Washington.”
She also reveres the Greek poet Homer, author of “The Iliad” and “The Odyssey”. A bas-relief of him hangs in the Morris home.
Among her fantasy writings, she favors her “Sacred Band of Stepsons” saga of nine books (again, some co-written with her husband, 1985 to 2012). The stories explore sexuality (“Plato had suggested gay troops because if they loved each other they wouldn’t run away,” she said), including multi-sexuality and pansexuality. She also presents the presence of wizards and magicians as “true because that’s how people saw it.”
By the way, magic is a theme in Morris’s own life. She keeps one of those Magic 8-Balls on her desk, and said, “It’s guided every business decision I’ve ever made.”
Of writing itself, Morris said that it’s the characters that drive her work: “My characters talk to me. As long as they keep talking, you keep writing.” She credited a teacher, Robert Ellis, with giving her a “toolbox of writing skills,” and a friend, Martha Seeger (daughter-in-law of folk singer Pete), with connecting her with the agent who made her first sale.
As one more influence on her writing, she gave a shout-out to William Shakespeare: “You need a word, you make it up.”
The couple have more collaborations, too. Chris leads a rock band in which Janet plays the electric bass. And they share a love of horses, especially an almost extinct type of Morgan. “We’re trying to help save the breed,” she said. To that end, they have a farm in upstate New York where they breed Thoroughbreds, several of whom have won national and world championships. “Horses are my absolute joy. Magic. There’s nothing like exchanging breath with a horse.”
How did she come to love horses?
“I bought my first horse, Coco, for $175 at age 6,” she said, “from the Ellis family in Centerville. My parents let me earn the money by reading books and then writing reports for them. My parents taught me that there’s nothing I couldn’t do, and I think that’s the root of my idea of non-lethality.”
It may sound as though Janet Morris never stops. But she and Chris have a rich resource in their Centerville home: a picture window with a water view, where, she said, “There’s nothing to think about but tides and birds.”
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Is it safe to say that perhaps the notion as to how life exists and perceptions from less than knowledgeable sources can be introduced without fear of reprisal?
I am going on record here publicly on a subject that touches the inner lives of millions of mentally ill people and the world in and out of the not mentally ill.
Regarding 09/11/01, after the once in a life time experience I had within the entire two month lead up to the day, capping off with a completely understandable if believed to be insanity of a conversation with all 19 terrorists going on in excess of ten straight hours the night before and well into dawn the day of, well.
Is it entirely possible that somewhere on this Earth, scientists work with a futuristic, literally from our future computer sent back to when a "UFO" landed here in America? Is it entirely possible that computer contains every minute detail as intricate or more than DNA itself about the entire future of the planet? Me thinks so. In fact, for those who tune into that stream of consciousness, as I know I have dozens of times lifetime, lastly being 09/10/01 - 09/11/01, it is entirely possible that my public and proven track record of for example being a complete human history before it happens dynamo of all things NFL, well, Hakim Clay and those at the circa 1999 - 2000 Cape Cod Works of Hyannis remember exactly each score and in depth pre week ahead analysis betting advice I freely gave. I capped it off at the last Pete Carrol led Patriots game vs. the Dolphins in Foxboro.
The entire time, for days and nights, my computer was entirely online and I was as well as my wife were wide open to any information being broadcast in means that is the stuff of nowadays, reality yet forever known as futuristic science fiction. My ex- in-laws are sci-fi fantasy authors backed with a lifetime of being over their head deep involved with the Kennedy community and JFK's Cuban Missile Nuclear crisis ensemble of CIA advisors on down to Janet’s father being head of Massachusetts Civil Defense at the height of the cold war, within less than 1/2 hour walking distance from the Kennedy Compound. It's been the absolute education of a life time short of actually attending a "university". - Combined with as I see as a cover of mental illness, it's been a one arm behind my back challenge to say the least.
