Jon G.

Powelson prospers by propagating a lie that everybody believes, and
Havenport prospers by hiding the truth that nobody believes.

Aren't Powelson and Havenport a little bit the same?

Powelson propagates a lie to hide the truth, and Havenport hides the truth
to propagate a lie.

What I know is close enough to the truth for me. Psychological molestation,
physical molestation... incest all in the same. Powelson screwed up his
daughter with psychological molestation, more than Havenport could screw up
his daughter with physical molestation in 9 lifetimes. It's all a matter of
irony. So, their daughters were screwed up. They were vessels of seething
suppressed rage. Both of the daughters snapped at some point and murdered
someone. Both of their fathers did all they could to cover up for the
embarrassment. Powelson had his almighty reputation to preserve. Havenport
just didn't want the beans spilled about his affairs with his daughter and
kept her out of counseling for that reason, or he feared going to prison.
When she told her parents she was in trouble because she killed someone, it
was all the more reason for Havenport to cover that one up, too. Havenports
were a family of highly guarded secrets. The Powelsons were so good at
fooling people, they routinely confessed to murder as a secret joke. But
soon the joke came back to them again.

In 1996 Sandy was laying the foundation to frame me for the murder she did,
and Powelson was trying to perfect the science of killing with telepathy and
technology, using me as his target. In 2006 I dredged Cynthia Jane Anderson
out of missing persons. Didn't I write a letter to Carolyn about Jane?
YES. I DID. So that seemed a little fishy to me.

There's a fire that burned in the bottom of a well, but it ran out of oxygen
and extinguished.

The tip of a needle had hoped it would burn, and when it didn't, the tip
grew furious with rage, and ignited the top of the well in a ball of fire.
The inferno dropped the needle back to the bottom of the well, where there
was nothing but black ash.

Take this truth for what you will. Neither the tip of the needle nor the
fiery inferno got its way with me. Neither Powelson nor Havenport, nor
their daughters could commence to celebrate the perfection of their plans
with me, and cause my captivity or death to crystalize in the grand finale
of their lifetime achievements. Maybe I just didn't want to go down as a
Jesus or as an Antichrist. Maybe I just wanted to live a reasonably normal
life. F*ck all the peripheral bullsh*t.

Two against one, and one wins, one is stronger than two. Many against one
and one wins, one is stronger than many. The more you go, the stronger one
gets, so either you fall off or get a gun and do it the honest way, like
Havenport. Havenport had an honest attraction and got honest gratification.
Powelson beat around the bush and sucked the girlhood out of his daughter
through her brain. Had Havenport been honest with his conscience, he would
have turned to his wife.

That's the truth as well as I know it. Later I may write on something else.