Genre Biography & Autobiography. Page - 12

We Know More Of The Early Days Of The Pyramids Or Of Ancient
Babylon Than We Do Of Our Own. The Stone Age, The Dragons Of
The Prime, Are Not More Remote From Us Than Is Our Earliest
Childhood. It Is Not So Long Ago For Any Of Us; And Yet, Our
Memories Of It Are But Veiled Spectres Wandering In The Mazes
Of Some Foregone Existence.

Are We Really Trailing Clouds Of Glory From Afar? Or Are Our
'Forgettings' Of The Outer Eden Only? Or, Setting Poetry
Aside, Are They Perhaps The Quickening Germs Of All Past
Heredity - An Epitome Of Our Race And Its Descent? At Any
Rate Then, If Ever, Our Lives Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are
Made Of.

     This is a story of what had happened to me over the years to change my mind as to what I thought of the "Galactic Federation".  It was FAR from and easy journey for me, and I had to UN-learn a great many things before I could even get a handle on what they were talking about.  It is an unbelievable story, unless you've traveled down this road already.  It took a GREAT DEAL to change my mind, and this is WHY I currently teach as I do.  

The Bright Rays Of An Autumn Sun Fell Upon The Richly Stained Glass,
Sending A Flood Of Soft, Mellow Rainbow Tinted Light Through The
Quaintly Curved And Deeply Mullioned Windows Which Adorned A Portion Of
The Eastern Wing Of That Grand Old Baronial Residence, Vellenaux, On A
Fine September Morning, At The Period During Which Our Story Opens. This
Handsome Pile, Now The Property Of Sir Jasper Coleman, Had Been Erected
By One Of His Ancestors, Reginald De Coleman, During The Reign Of The
Fifth Henry.

just a journal about my life story and what I'm doing in the year 2017 and what other projects I'm working on or not but should be working on