when I was child I began speaking to Saint Germain and Jesus in church and they answered back and showed me how to survive now all the way to 78 years old.
Another interesting fact is that I can remember being given the plans to build my own Flying saucer as a child of about 8 or 9 years old too that is a time space ship and I was sort of like "Hey you guys! I understand how to build this thing but I'm 8 years old. Even if I built this where would I go? I could go off planet but I don't know anyone there. Why are you giving me plans for building this thing anyway.
And the plans were on a Green CRT (Cathode Ray Tube) or TV if you will. They used to sell green TVs for seeing letters better for typing in the 1950s then. Not sure why.
So, my thought was "Okay you are worried about earth getting nuked out of existence. However, I don't see why you would give me these kinds of plans. It doesn't make any sense to me. I'm not stupid enough to build this thing when it likely would lead to my death some how sooner or later. This world is crazy enough to deal with as it is. If there is a nuke maybe it might be better for me to go quickly.
But, in the 1950s people told me often as a child that I would die as a soldier in a nuclear war with Russia. I wasn't thrilled about this prospect but I also was intelligent enough as a child to know that the more I knew about all kinds of technology the more likely I would survive any technological occurance like a nuke. Also, there were things like a show on Twilight Zone where this guy gets locked in a Bank Safe and a nuke hits and when it lets him out after him freaking out about being locked in bank safe overnight everyone is dead in a nuke and that's exactly how this Twilight Zone program ended with this guy alone and then something happens like he breaks his glasses and he realizes he likely is going to die too.
People were pretty mercilous talking to children by the way in the 1950s. You were sort of expected to be an emotional adult by age 4 basically. Now I often meet 35 year old that are less emotionally mature than I was at age 4 and I wonder how this world is going to survive people that never grow up.
But, was it extremely traumatic to Grow up in the 1950s? What do you think?
If you are 6 to 10 years old and people are telling you that you are going to die a soldier in a nuclear war, what are you supposed to think?
But, luckily, none of that actually happened and the concussion I got from Rock climbing with my Dad in the Angeles Crest Forests above Los Angeles County there gave me night time seizures a lot from 10 to 15 years of age. and then when I was draft age I was at a private school in Santa Fe New Mexico that was a boarding school for some of the students there and there was another girl from the Los Angeles area there too name patty who was 16 and I was 17. So, we rode back and forth on the El Capitan Train from Santa Fe to Los Angeles. I think it dropped us off in Pasadena if I remember correctly for Christmas Vacation.
Anyway, the world of the 1950s was pretty horrific for children and then my friends got drafted and I didn't because of my seizures caused by rock climbing with my dad. So, when my Dad called me in Santa Fe when I was almost 18 near the end of the school year he told me to go tot he post office and register for the draft as I was required by law to do just like all 18 year old boys were then too in 1966 but he told me there is a space that says something like "If there is any reason why you shouldn't be called to serve check that one box.
So, I registered and did what he said and they wrote me back after I returned in late may or june of 1966 after my graduation in May of 1966 and asked why I checked this box on my draft card registration and my dad had paperwork from my family doctor who wrote a letter about my seizures from 10 to 15 years old and I got a 4F classification which basically means they will never draft you under any circumstances unless the nation is attacked here on the mainland.
So, I didn't ever have to get drafted so I started studying to be a computer programmer and computer operator in college and my best friend was worried about getting drafted and dying on the front lines in the jungles of Viet Nam so he went to my same college and got his jet engine repair certification and joined the Air Force as a jet mechanic and served his time in the Viet Nam war in Thailand working on fighter jets and B-52 bombers instead of getting killed or getting PTSD like many people did.
So, he and I were two of the lucky ones of that era that didn't die or get PTSD and spend the rest of our lives walking the streets and being homeless from the Viet Nam War.
