To: DS, goodytTOochu, SA, DB, dk, JD, jrk
From:Gary S. Gevisser
Date: September 14th, 2002
Subject: God gave us
tTOo ears that we should listen twice as hard as we speak.
I was
listening to the “Howard Stur-name
radio show” [sic] this past Friday, September 13th. There was reference to
"Munchies bi
proxy" [sic]. Obviously I don't have the spelling correct. I only caught
the tail end “it seams”
[sic] of the "discus-sum"
[sic].
I
heard the following words:
"Poison kids to get attention...had done it to his pets be4 working on his
kids...usually big phat losers...Mal-dives air...sayshells...plan landed
safe-lee...carrying an Indidan passenger...passengers energized...C4"
[sic].
Could you help me find out more about this disorder, for all I know it could be
sum sort of prank although I doubt it. By the way several years ago my middle
brother while on a work assignment in the Maldives arrived in the middle of a “mini-coup” with
bullets flying everywhere.
With that said, I received the email below from what I believe to be the father
of two very special people who I am concerned about, actually 3 including their
mother, his ex-wife. They have been divorced going on 9 odd years. I am not in
any way superstitious although I also know that luck is something we all have
to work at. Being good, doing the right thing helps, butt “Sun-day-X”
[sic] not all the math works out. And I understand math pretty good, to mention
in passing Chaos Theory better than anyone has ever explained it to me. I
don’t, however, have all that much education, certainly I never let my formal
education interfere with my learning.
The
former husband wears, however, his education on his lapels as in Doctor of
Pathology although I believe a jury even of his “pears” [sic] would conclude he
is not only unbalanced butt will need to go back to school, at least take a
series of anger courses along with learning the basics as in Always Be Cool.
This is the first time I have ever received a direct communication from him. As
you can see there is nothing in the main text of what he sent me. And again, he
has never communicated with me directly either by email or in writing as best I
can recall and I have known him sum 15 odd years, perhaps a little longer. The
first communication of substance I ever received from him with regard to me was
this past Wednesday, September 11th when he filed what is in my opinion a
"maliciously fraudulent", Application for Temporary Restraining Order
against me.
In follow up to this unadulterated “die-tribe" [sic] I produced a series
of emails which were sent to him immediately following my careful review of how
he meticulously cut out key pieces of evidence in his efforts to paint me as
some type of monster. Such documentation as well as other "wrongdoings" in
unrelated fields have been deposited in the hands of people I trust.
My main focus right now is to protect the woman of my dreams whose "baS-t-ar-t"
[sic] of an ex-husband has never stopped pulling at her emotional strings at
every step during the time they have been divorced as she battled to get her
art career off the ground. And she is sum amazing artist who has been so
carefully guided by perhaps the greatest master painter of our times, “Sabastian Capela”
[sic]. I happen to own perhaps his best pieces, which are held “in trust” at
the residence of the ex-wife, along with her most recent will.
Make no mistake I am equally concerned about the kids and then there is the
story of Happy
the bird that was rescued recently from the ex-husband's garage. This pathological
liar of a pathologist who comes across to most who don't know him all that well
as Mr. Logical although he has a frown of unhappiness as opposed to someone
with the wisdom of Solomon, has a history of becoming attached to the “birds”
once they eventually get their freedom, once their wings are extended. Then he
tries to clip them every step of the way saying things like, "I really
miss you. I really love you" much like those who can't see the value of
having “a bird
in the hand” and are more into the notion of "to kill tTOo
birds with one stone" [sic].
The French don't have such expressions. Rather, they say, "tTOo hits one
stone." Time and space have finally caught up with this rapacious
individual. I have for sum time been talking about the problems of world have
nothing to do with economics or religion, simply bad parenting and those
blessed with the good things in life are so often indifferent to the rest. And
when caught doing the wrong thing just engage in a “cover-sit-up” [sic] hoping
that everything will just blow over, forgetting, however, the past winds of war
and how most fighting is “withING” [sic] the family,
the first and second World Wars no exceptions, butt rather the rule. Just the
mention of his ex-wife possibly owning her own jet within the next twelve
months had this Doctor display his oh so poor bedside manner. Hopefully “thk-s” [sic] a thing of
the past and time never soon enough to plough our guns into small farming
instruments.
There has
been enough blood shed in this world and tTOo many "innos-cents"
[sic] have come and gone although I have a feeling that the departed souls,
especially those who were good are watching over each one of us ever so
closely. A case in point is Brianne Elizabeth Cox a young kid who was killed
sum 3 Thanksgivings ago just down the road from me when an “SUB”
went “Re: RE” which could be read in reverse as simply “error.” It was I heard
an SUV that careened off the road near the old Del Mar train station.
It is of course possible that someone else
was just playing a prank with the latest interruption of my daily exercise
routine or perhaps even one of the kids in the Doctor’s household just playing
pong. The Doctor and his PALS especially Mr. King Golden Jnr, a former in-house
counsel for SAIC knows a thing or tTOo about me, especially my ability to
respond to fast balls thrown at or near head, to mention in passing Mr.
Golden’s leftist leanings while working for one of the largest military defense
contractors in the world.
All
these folks have been dissecting very carefully every single word I have
written, going back sum 3 odd years for they now recognize why it is possible
that not only will the ex-wife be able to afford her own jet and then sum butt
more importantly I have been spot on in a number of things including my
understanding of the “risk markets” including the stock market that I have
nailed like perhaps no one else even Mr. Warren “Bail me out”
Buffet.
This pathetic individual in addition to attempting to portray me as some
pervert and then sum also described me as 5'11" weighing 180 pounds.
Yesterday I was invited over to his ex-wife's house since she finally was
starting to wake up to the brain damage she has been subjected to by her former
husband who keeps calling at the house at times uninvited even though they have
been divorced going on sum 9 years. I don't know when her luck will run out as
she tends to go back and forth hoping this nightmare will simply just end.
I also weighed and measured myself in her presence. She and I are about the
same height although today she may be a half inch taller at 5'7" and
perhaps one half inch. I had just eaten a rather large lunch and weighed myself
on a digital scale, 143 pounds exactly, although the digital scale only goes in
half pound increments.
Naturally I am concerned about whether her former husband is equipped to save
lives as the other pathologists in his practice although I am much more
concerned that he has finally woken up to the fact that I although I am not
this physical giant of a man that he envisions me to be nor, butt more
importantly, that the fact that neither he nor his “handlers” can easily push
me aside despite the fact that I did once go nuts.
The nature of my business is "problem solving" including rooting out
"criminal fraud" at the highest
levels of corporate America to mention little of the work I am currently doing
as it relates to political corruption at the “high-t-est”
[sic] levels of the Democratic party involving a foreign conglomerate and a
rather important case involving perhaps the most rapacious man on Wall Street
Mr. Ronald "The Finagle King" Perelman. In that regard you may
contact Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk of Finkelstein and Krinsk at 619-238-1333. Mr. Krinsk
no doubt will vouch for my "work product" and then sum. Mr. Devin
Standard of Quasark Inc will vouch for why I felt the need to appoint him as
executor of my worldwide estate. He can be reached at 858-337-1802. Mr. King
Golden Jr in particular has had his “Is” [sic] focused on getting once again
into the spotlight. He was stood next to Senator Muskie back in 1972 when
voters decided that they couldn’t trust him with his fingers on the nuclear
button. Mr. Golden worked for many years on a "naval" [sic] that was
about a woman who became the first president of the United States. Make no
mistake although Mr. Golden has said a lot of things about “phat” [sic] he
would most certainly prefer to do Ms. Clinton for the favors she might show him
in office.
Mr.
Golden does have a heart condition but he is probably in better shape today
than Mr. Bill Clinton who is very closely connected with the folks I have
caught playing dice with our political system. And make no mistake they would
like to dice me up right now. I am in fact sitting on the “smoking gun
evidence” referred to in previous hyperlinks. Again, though my friends have all
the copies of the documentation they need to start an enquiry. No doubt having
me present would help the American taxpayers. Naturally, if they cant dispose
of me then simply having me declared insane would suit their agenda. To what
extent the former husband is privy to all that is going is hard to say for
certain. When, however, one looks at how methodical he went about carving up
the evidence to fit a puzzle it is rather puzzling to think he is butt a potted
plant.
Although
I have made references to him as being a “mental midget” he cannot be all that
stupid to have produced two pretty smart children for it would take I assume
his former wife, the love of my life, to be a rocket scientist. And actually
she might very well be that, but you wouldn’t know that given her current lack
of logical thought. It is, however, perfectly understandable, since I have been
there, done it and now I know how to stay not only safe but more importantly,
perfectly sane.
I do
have certain gifts of my own which I have talked a little about, in the end
though my track record of accomplishment will speak for itself. With that said,
my one lawyer-colleague whose welfare I am also concerned about was rushed to
hospital this weekend. He should be okay just a kidney stone I was told just a
minute ago by his wife who was headed back to the hospital to check on a man
who is very important to me and who was penciled in this coming Wednesday,
September 18th, to take a rather important deposition.
It was
while I was at the house of the ex-wife who is not only the love of my life but
those of her two very special children that I heard the messages her ex-husband
had left on the voice machine. The ex-wife was unaware of what exactly I heard.
There were, however, the words "I am not lying... You know I only did this
for you and the kids."
Why the doctor chose to involve the kids in his dispute with me becomes much
more understandable as one sifts through the evidence of his wrongdoing.
Desperate people do desperate things especially when they have got away in the
past with doing the most outrageous of acts.
Earlier in the day, though, I had agreed with his
ex-wife to hold off for 24 hours on going to the authorities and proceeding to
take measures that will place her former husband permanently in check. It is
very possible that despite my best efforts to resolve this conflict without
going the lawsuit route which is the main thrust of websites that I am
currently launching as in www.NextraterresTrial.com, this not so good doctor
may in fact decide to play for keeps. Certainly, his advisors know that I will
eventually be heard and the concern they have if whether I will be taken
seriously. And the more they can distract me the better case they could
possibly make for me being mad. However, that will not happen. I have given the
love of my life all the arguments I could muster as to why she should at a
minimum engage her own legal counsel. For sum reason she simply doesn’t want to
hear about it. And, again, I can understand why. Butt that should not give her
former husband or his backers any comfort for no matter what all the evidence
of wrongdoing is going to be presented one way or the other. And again, my
purpose in the long run is help people heal..
I had agreed with his ex-wife to grant him an "escape hatch" of a
different sort that would allow light to come in to his brain, while taking him
on an educational journey. He would however, need to be a willing partner in
order for this to happen. He may see that as no option.
With that I am now going to go for a walk and enjoy the serenity of the fresh
air up here in "La G…" [sic]. I am, however, optimistic that in the
end everything will work out just fine. It is, however, up to each one of us to
protect our neighbors and with that said I am also copying in the ex-wife’s
neighbors, both are attorneys. The one witnessed the love of my life's last
will this past January that effectively cut out her ex-husband, not simply out
of her will but granting her two kids the freedom once the first one turns 16
to never be dependant on their out-of-control father. It so happens the wife
gave up the practice of law to become a teacher at the school "my Jonathan"
attends.
Again what caught my attention on the Howard Stern show was this "munkhozy
by proxy" [sic]; how people use other people to sling their poison tipped
arrows, first though they try things out with the pets, however, one were to
define one’s “pet.” I picked up a copy of Penthouse Magazine the other day and
brought it with me, just for the pictures since my love has asked me not to
place any of her nudes on The Internet. She also knows though that I don’t have
control of the databases. This is
something I have referred to previously although she doesn’t tend to read my
emails.
Trust
the counter though on the www.NextraTerrestrial
website that more than a handful of folks are reading what I have had to say as
of late besides for her former husband, Mr. King Golden, Ms. Kathy Murray and a
handful of other folks that I am engaged with right now who can see clearly the
writing on the wall. I wish to give them all the same type of escape hatch that
I am offering this very sick doctor who needs a lot of help right now and sum
really good friends. Mr. King Golden is not one. Nor do I think his Harvard
trained lawyer who I know simply as David are the wisest choice. This doctor
though may have got himself so looped in right now that he doesn’t quite know
how to grab on to the life vest I am offering. On the back of the Hot Water
article in the June issue of Forbes magazine is a picture of sum executives out
on the high seas being offered ones of those water tubes although I don’t
remember the folks necessarily being friendly.
My
hope is that despite the "water wars" that could soon erupt here in
California we can find a way to end all wars and live in peace and tranquility.
Peace and tranquility are all relative and until such time we all get on the
bandwidth, i.e. NextraTerrestrial we will continue to tear at each other’s
hearts.
This
former husband is also now fully aware that his former wife is no longer
financially dependant on him. Again, desperate people are known to act
desperately and the most desperate are those who have few friends and who are
clearly myopic however one chooses to define the word. When I went crazy I at
least had people around who cared and loved me and who understood though the
nature of my work which coupled with my overriding concern for the safety of
these 3 individuals drove not simply crazy butt smart enough to leave town
where I became even more sleep deprived. It is rare that his former wife gets a
good night sleep, perhaps the most important reason why we don’t make love as
much as we used to.
By the
way two days following my 11 day stay in hospital I produced, on December 31st
1998, my not so happy report for this subsidiary of a New York based financial
institution that clearly demonstrated how quickly I had recovered from my
horrific ordeal which both the love of my life as well as her former husband,
this rapacious pathologist, new were exacerbated by emails very similar to the
one I received below.
Again, no doubt it could have been someone simply playing
“poING” with a
computer, that perhaps it didn’t even originate with the consent of the doctor;
in the end though I plan to leave it up to the world to decided who is in fact
“medically compliant” and who is going to be faced with a complaint that will
spell out for everyone to see that the time has come when we as a people have
no choice but to stand tall, and not allow those in positions of power to abuse
the rule of law.
Until
such time that we provide the youth who are our future with strongest of
evidence, the scienter, i.e. culpable state of mind, then we are doomed to
repeat the mistakes of past generations. Time I can assure is not on our side.
One simply has to listen to what sum regard as the brightest mind on Wall
Street, Mr Insurance himself, as in Warren “Please Sir can I have sum more “
[sic] Buffet to know how short our time is unless we make a paradigm shift with
the past. That is what NextraTerrestrial is all about.
Today
Ms. Stewart is for all intent and purposes on her own for she is having sum
difficulty despite being incredibly gifted with figures to boot to gauge
accurately that she is at the crest of a major wave action that could
unfortunately consume her. My hope is that she sees the light, for the writing
is clearly on the wall and joins in with the rest of the band and comes along
for the ride of a lifetime. She and I have a deal though, tTOooTOoo8.
In the
event I get struck by lightening she may end up having the last laugh but I
know she will be sad but happy to know that I am in good hands, thank “God for
small fishes.”
I have
a great belief not simply in the justice system that will in time be healed but
in the spirit of the universe whose future existence is dependant on each one
of us learning how to get along, even with the most negative creatures.
Bringing the most despicable to task, however, will help set a precedent for
others who would “usurp their power” including those who I detest the most,
those who derive great satisfaction in exceeding the limits of their small
authority, i.e. evil doesn’t come with a pointed tail and pitched fork. Most
important it will empower the kids to pay more attention to the light that
travels through each one of us, seeking out the darkest spots turning despots
into potted plants that the King Goldens of the world should be allowed to
smoke each and every day as long as they stay in "Timpucktu" [sic].
Whoever finds me first gets the puck and a point in NextraTerrestrial. Just
don’t come with a loaded gun. I saw some guys out here in camouflage gear and
all. Tomorrow I hope to get their picture and post it up on the Internet site.
I have
in fact now directed Mr. Devin Standard to go over to Ms. Stewart’s house and
check on the things that matter most. He had planned to go there anyway since
he wanted to hand deliver a personal note thanking the queen bee for our fish party the other
weekend.
In a
settlement proceeding I may in fact offer father of “my” Jonathan and Danielle
the works of art that sit on their mother’s walls just so long as he agrees to
behave himself and of course there will be sum more “writing on the wall”
including my insistence that he get anger counseling and delivers the
settlement agreement to the tTOo kids with a smile on his face.
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps –
this piece may require sum editing and I will leave it up to Mr. Devin Standard
to put the finishing touches if need be. Although I had promised the love of my
life that I wouldn’t include the “goody2chy” neighbors, as in lawyers and
teacher, they tTOo may be called to task for failing to take action. Certainly
they should have by now taken the appropriate actions to have started the
process to have a stop sign installed at the intersection of Boca Rotton and
Barbados Way where once again yesterday I saw both their son and “My Jonathon”
[sic] at the bottom of the hill where they would be a target for any errant
vehicle. Jonathan was riding a tricycle that had him as low as low could be.
Earlier though, I saw the sadness on his face as I told him he needed to leave
his mother’s house given the disgusting, pathetic behavior of his father. As
difficult as it may have been for Jonathan it was far more difficult for me to
listen to this tape recording as his father tried to explain away to the kids’
mother about an evening I had taken his daughter, Danielle, shopping, “I am not
lying…”
I had
in fact described this great outing previously in one of my emails. A few weeks
back on a Wednesday I believe it was, I could have been “serfing” or even at
“first day at the racists” [sic] but I wanted to take her out since I knew she
was a bit low as well. This young lady has been tossed aside one tTOo many
times by a father who has only time for the things he really likes to do. Yet
this monster of a man positioned this most beautiful experience we both had it
to the authorities like I was some type of pervert. Listening to his whining on
the tape recorder was as close as I have ever come to being sick to my stomach
which hasn’t happened in sum 15 years. I felt as ill as his ex-wife after she
got sick returning to the States after eating at an airport Buffet. AND did she
throw up! My hope is that Jonathan’s mother kept the recording as well as took
a photo of Jonathan on the tricycle as I had asked him to ask her.
Time
now to fly.
-----Original Message-----
From: JBSTE
Sent: Saturday, September 14, 2002 8:39 AM
To: gevisser@pacbell.net
Subject: Re: RE:
