Memory can be very tricky..selective. Something that occurred in your past, is shunted aside for no apparent reason, only to spring back in your thoughts many years later.  That's what happened to me and my two "visits".  

1979 was a seminal year for me.  

Lydia called and told me she didn't want me to call her anymore..she didn't want to see me or even talk to me.  Before that call, in January..my birth month, we had been seeing each other rather regularly for dinner, movies..conjugal visits. So, the "legal separation" wasn't that hard to bare for me.  Now, it became so.

It was during this year that I had finally finished writing and rehearsing my play, SAUL/PAUL, and   made my first presentation at my chiurch, in the cult.  

It was the year that I stopped smoking for good.

 I was still selling sandwhiches in beauty shops in Beverly Hills and the new Century City. This left time for me to pursue my craft. I tried being a parking valet at the movie theatre there..good money in it, but as a result of  scraping  a patron's car the first day, it was decided that I wasn't cut out for such work.

It was the year when a strange disease, cancer-causing started to become more noticeable. It started first of all with men having sex with other men, but also started to spread to women, who had sex with those men who were infected. AIDS had started to raise its evil head.

This was also the year that  I was paid a second visit by a "messenger" from God.. I was still living on Crescent Heights, had a  small bedroom, in a house that I shared. As you are aware, from the video, I had picked up this woman.  There was really nothing legally wrong..as I was "legally 'separated, but  morally?  Anyway,  had I been able to awaken her, the sex would've been consensual.  You know the rest..that miraculous flood of light prevented me from having any physical  contact with her. There is little doubt that the Father used this method to protect His "son". He didn't want me to incur any disease that might prevent me from performing in my play. What disease it might've been, I have no idea..never saw her again.

God knows, I realize this sounds difficult to believe, but He had a mission for me,and He wasn't going to let my carelessness prevent my accomplishing it.  In the twenty years that I portrayed Paul in my play, I missed only one performance, and this was due to a strep-throat, and the church had no audio system,  and the venue was  outside.  That was  out of a total of over 1100 performances, over twenty years.

I believe God continues to keep me physically and mentally fit, considering my age. He's not through with me.  I still have to get Paul's teachings out there. I would appreciate your help.

I began this blog about memory..selective memory.  Well, after that year, I literally forgot what happened with my visits, only to have them come flooding back shortly after Lydia passed away.  

I'd been watching a lot of Bible stories on TV, and these professors of religion, from various institutions, who kept saying, "Of course we have no proof of God' existence, etc"  It was then, the memory of my visits came flooding back.  In my head it kept screaming, "Yes we do have proof!"  

And then I got together with my grandson and he shot the video. I realize it's not a real polished performance, but it says what I wanted to say.  I have proof of God's existence!

I'm going to the dentist tomorrow and maybe a little karaoke, teeth willing, in the Valley.  I'll pick up the thread on Wednseday..bobnPaul