ME, MYSELF, AND I

I feel like the second cousin to a discouraged Fuller Brush salesman whose opener was : "Lady, you don't want to buy any brushes, do you" ?.....My life seems filled with more than its share of supernatural events that defy explanation.  Explanations are weak excuses for the stance that if I can't explain it, it isn't true.  I find encouragement in that if it isn't believed, at least it might be entertaining.  Some might classify me as a liar and others that I am crazy and then some may combine the two and think of me as a crazy liar...you know..the best of both worlds.  I am feeling my way through the story of Bob and Blythe; two real people who existed and do exist in time and place.  Bob was a very successful doctor of the disturbed, Blythe was a successful writer for a major newspaper and the two were brought together by a Divine guiding hand.  Bob was successful because of a mentor who came his way back in 1952.  That mentor was me as I was in current times.  I was introduced to alcohol at an early age and became an alcoholic and whose life was affected in tragic ways because of it.  We now enter the world of time travel  and I was brought back to 1952 in my state of being as I was seventy years later.  My job was to mentor myself to the point of changing the course of little Bob's path in life so that he would not turn out like I did.  Had I not been successful in my mentoring, I would never  have met Blythe.  Arrangements were made so that I became the resident of  a house for sale that was across from where I lived then and five houses up.   Rules were given to me, the breaking of any one of these would cancel the whole operation.  I could not reveal who I really was; I could not demonstrate my knowledge of details regarding the lives of little Bob nor his parents. I could not warn any one of things to beset them of which I knew, but they didn't know yet.  I began by knocking on the door of the Fishback residence and meeting my Father face to face.  I had to over come my desire to hug my Father,  and weep my heart out,  "Mr. Fishback, I just moved into 3534 Rosemary, and I have seen your son delivering papers, would you ask him to start throwing the News Press to my home"?   He was very obliging.....That very day, Bob stopped by to give me a paper and we visited.  I was a cute little guy, small but wiry.  I knew well his likes...somewhat of a mystic, liked an ambiance of flickering candles, and maps of the Western U.S. pinned to his bedroom wall.  He did not know why he liked them, but my perspective allowed me to know exactly why.  Anticipating all this, I made my back yard to his expected liking. There were a few big Oak trees and I made winding paths that circled around bushes (secret bushes) and hung kerosene lanterns from the lower branches of the trees.  During that first meeting, I showed Bob my garden. He was mesmorized and said the oddest thing...."Mr Tye  ( my new name)....you are just like me"!   No pun intended, but I was beside myself at such a comment ...(to be continued)