My return to the east coast on 11/4/94 was because of what was at a level of continuance after I had separately hit a major bump in the road. The level of paranormal activity here is like bread and butter and was directed right through by the FBI of New York with what had measured out. I got lucky with the conflict of interest concern I returned east with for such a level of progress that was made.
Things evolved in the manner they did with so much greatness taking place with phenomenal meaning present. This has much to do with my presence at Grateful Dead concerts. This also goes much further within the music & entertainment industry as well as the broadcasting world. The emphasis here is my presence at some very high-level rock band concerts, but it’s really a much bigger picture being deliberated about. The theme of this series is the FBI requested clearance that wasn’t provided. After being put on my ass 9/3/88 after being singled out by Jerry Garcia at the end of the 17-year unsung “Ripple” that night, the next sign of being on my own with the level of things was during and after the last concert of that tour. At that last concert, there is a nice Mona Lisa-type story to reflect on and tell. I attended 15/17 concerts on that tour and had two passes for a Gala reception in Greenwich Village after the concert that both Jerry and Bobby would be at.
With what had taken place 9/3/88, I had to be open to Jerry Garcia taking me home after the Gala reception in Greenwich Village after the last concert of that tour that I had $250 Rainforest Benefit mail order tickets for. As could be expected, from the last line of “Ripple”, it was almost written in the stars that I had to begin to be interactive with things. What happened at the reception was very eventful on a covert type of basis. It was as with what took place at the concert (when I went from the floor to the porthole I’d danced in for 8 concerts at MSG on that tour and stepped into the arena at first when getting to the porthole to look at the band before dancing [without spinning yet]) earlier that night. A few days later the extra tour was announced, beginning 2 ½ weeks later, which pointed me in the direction to continue west. That was where my home was going to be, where the Grateful Dead played year-round. This literature is about openly advancing towards becoming public material which is the kind of mission within this pragmatic disclosure.
Before I was dismissed completely from the FBI because of the clearance not being provided, they had advised that a camcorder be funded for me to purchase halfway through the one-month investigation. I had contacted them for the first time on my own from Maui because of the initial bump in the road continuance from California that took place in New York beginning about 18 months after the clearance wasn’t provided. I was a person the FBI wanted to help with this high-level situation and felt there was more than a good enough reason to contact them with what had continued in Maui.
While working on this case, I began studying acting in ‘06 shortly after moving to Los Angeles with the kind of momentum I had for the fame that I was kind of chasing. I had a small, quick thought about acting before moving to Los Angeles from Vermont where I resided after Maui. I studied Linux independently after symbolically attending UVM for two summer sessions and two semesters with all the mayhem that had taken place in my life when living in New York. I was partially influenced by hearing stuff about Forbes when living at Mike Gordon of Phish’s formerly owned guest house. The author of the “Angela’s Ashes” series had bought the house for his daughter that I knew from Grateful Dead tour. She rented the guest house to me and the paralegal I had given residency to for a year after the attorney he worked for sent in a Freedom of Information Act to the FBI for me about the assessment that was made in early ‘95. I stopped studying Linux soon after moving to Los Angeles and have never auditioned because of the kind of goals I was working with.
