An Unsolved Mystery

One of the world's greatest of unsolved mysteries is my love for my wife, Karen. Even if she didn't know me, my mother cared for me, but by father never ever hugged me. He always disapproved of me. It profoundly affected how I related with people. To match my own insecurity, my first three wives were insecure.

I met Karen at Greenwood Inn's singles bar in Portland, Oregon. I asked her for a dance. The moment our hands touched I felt her warmth. We sat and talked. It was like running into an old friend I'd not seen for a long time.

I was not looking for another romance. I tried to get Karen of my mind. She would not go away. Not long after our first meeting, I looked into Karen's eyes and saw in them a woman I could trust unrestrained love to; she would never let me down. We've been together 26 years. My intuition was right.

Perhaps there is a psychic Zaadz member who would like to explain. If you know of one, please send him or her here. Our first date was a hike in the mountains near Portland, on May 18, 1980. We were sitting on a log chatting. Karen blurted out: “I want this to be a platonic relationship.” I thought it an odd thing to say. My response: “I've never had a platonic relationship with a woman.” Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by Mt. St. Helens eruption, something that doesn't happen every day.

Years later a friend of Karen's with an astrological computer program on the compatibility of lovers gave Karen a printout of our compatibility. In it I read, “At last, someone you can really talk with. You should have become instant friends from the very start… The platonic thing was there from the start, and there is a sense of the brotherly and sisterly between you. Even if lovers, you will always be first and foremost, good friends.”

A couple of days ago, “Free Energy,” a fellow Zaadz member, referred me to the Internet's Web site From Heaven's Gate and the Science of Prediction, and from David, a psychic, “the only right place to live is way out in the woodsy mountains with a huge survival stash, completely sequestered away from all possible threats of Earth Changes, and where the only “right” person to be with is your elusive “Soul Mate” whom you have known and loved at least since Atlantis.”

Karen, my “Soul Mate,” and I live “way out in the woodsy mountains” with a freezer full of food. The moment I met Karen I had the feeling that I'd known her from some other time, from some other place.