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mental.alchemist
mental.alchemist at verizon.net
Thu, 17 Oct 2002 12:23:09 -0400
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I have been working on a Peace Plan for 15 years.
1.. Please bring this web page to the attention of the proper =
authority...
http://checkmate.topcities.com=20
Bishop Lynch, Catholic Diocese of St. Petersburg, FL
6363 Ninth Avenue North, St. Petersburg, FL 33710=20
Mailing Address: P.O. Box 40200 St. Petersburg, FL 33743-0200=20
(727) 344-1611 Reception=20
(727) 345-2143 Fax=20
Diaconate@dosp.org (Express your feelings if you have a mind to)
Pass it arround and link it up.
(the file attached is a printable version of the website)
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<DIV><STRONG>I have been working on a Peace Plan for 15 =
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authority...<BR></STRONG><A=20
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s.com</STRONG></A><STRONG>=20
<BR>Bishop Lynch, Catholic Diocese of St. Petersburg, FL<BR>6363 Ninth =
Avenue=20
North, St. Petersburg, FL 33710 <BR>Mailing Address: P.O. Box 40200 =
St.=20
Petersburg, FL 33743-0200 <BR>(727) 344-1611 Reception <BR>(727) =
345-2143 Fax=20
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escaped. One thing excepted, which lay at the bottom, and that was =
hope. So we see at this day, whatever evils are abroad, hope never =
entirely leave us; and while we have that, no amount of other ills can =
make us completely wretched.=20
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\par Greetings Bishop Lynch,\tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab Sept =
2002
\par }{\i\f0 6363 Ninth Avenue North, St. Petersburg, FL 33710
\par Mailing Address: P.O. Box 40200 St. Petersburg, FL 33743-0200
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\par The name's Tom Almond. I believe you've heard of me from =
Father Robert Morris. He did tell me of a phone call he had with you =
last year shortly after the Mayhem in Manhattan. Father Bob and I met =
shortly after the death of the priest who molested me.
=20
I showed up on the front porch of St. Mary's experiencing an =
uncontrollable convulsion the likes of which have been plaguing me since =
I was 14. That was nearly two years prior to 9/11. It was then that =
Father Bob gave me an open invitation to visit the ch
apel and use the piano whenever I felt the need.
\par=20
\par It was because of his compassion that I asked Nanette Miranda of 28 =
News Investigates to back off and leave him alone the day after I =
appeared on television during his ordeal. She really wasn't finished =
with=20
him. She gave me her card and asked me to call her back.
\par=20
\par I am curious if that bootleg-video-taped interview of me shot by =
Channel 8 news ever made its way to you. I know it's out there =
somewhere. I was told by someone they saw it after I was told it was =
destroyed in the editing machine.
\par=20
\par I believe Father Bob still has possession of the Lightning Bolts =
from the lapels of my Army uniform I gave him on 9/11 when I sent a =
message regarding the events that have unfolded since that time. Father =
Moorely asked me i
f I wanted them back the day I confronted him about the indiscretion he =
perpetrated upon me. The Message I sent to the President by way of the =
church was explicit... "Sadam did this!!!"
\par=20
\par I told him it would not matter if I was right, or wrong. Then =
Father Bob asked me if there was anything else. I told him "He must =
leave the Muslim Holy Man in Peace." I also told him I was not talking =
about Bin Laden.
\par=20
\par I have spoken with my doctor at the Veterans Hospital about =
numerous unexplainable prognostications I
have made in the last year. Documented with witnesses I might add. I =
also reminded her of the time I was hospitalized over a telephone =
answering machine tape wherein I was speaking in the voice of Winston =
Churchill and warning of the Middle East being in
=20
crisis. As I recall Gandhi was floating around in my head too. There was =
someone else, but I choose to forget who. The other half of the =
recording had to do with the Vatican. They had me in a room confronted =
by eight doctors with Masters' degrees and PhD'
s over that one. Talk about a jaw dropper. Three months later Iraq =
invaded Kuwait.
\par=20
\par The tape I buried in the grave of a 14-year-old boy in an orange =
grove many years ago. It was in a small blue computer game box. The name =
of the game was Sorcery. Tragically
the boy was struck by lightning while feeding the ducks on the dock. I =
used to feed the ducks on the very same dock. I always did feel a =
spiritual connection to him as a boy. I buried that box there in the =
hope that I could forget about the whole affair.
It was a spontaneous act on my part as I was going thru an emotional =
crisis. The fact that the box was labeled Sorcery was a sheer =
coincidence, I thought at the time.
\par=20
\par I began the series of experiments I am relating to you on 9/11 of =
last year when I went=20
to see Father Bob. I was awakened that morning with an irritated state =
of mind sometime between 8:30 and 9:00 a.m. My friends could not =
understand why I kept pacing around the apartment like a madman. They =
yelled at me to shut up and calm down. I told the
m
to leave me alone; that I was processing my dreams. Then I asked one of =
them to take me home. I told him to hurry, "The fire alarms are going =
off." I had an overwhelming compulsion to get home to my computer and =
television. On the way to my house we stop
p
ed at the corner store and that was when we found out what was unfolding =
in New York. Later that day I went to St. Mary's Church. I took a friend =
with me and we waited for Father Bob. I passed the time playing the =
piano with the lightning bolts laid out o
n the music prop.
\par=20
\par My doctor pointed out that any good analyst might have been able to =
predict the course of events as I did and I agreed with her. I told her =
that was why I gave Father Bob the Lightning Bolts. Perhaps you remember =
the national service a fe
w days later. Let me refresh your memory regarding the lyrics of the =
opening anthem.
\par=20
\par The Battle Hymn of the Republic.
\par "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
\par He has trampled out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are =
stored.
\par He has LOOSED THE FATEFUL LIGHTNING of his terrible swift sword.
\par His truth is marching on."
\par=20
\par The second example I will relate is a three-page story I wrote. In =
the=20
story I described myself as Moses going to the Pharaoh to free my =
people. I will enclose a copy for your purview. It was only a few days =
after I personally delivered this story to over 40 Judges on the =
Hillsborough County Bench that the anthrax plague beg
an to make its rounds. I continued to Passover this story at the =
courthouses downtown for weeks. Shortly after I stopped passing it out =
the plague culminated to an end with the final attack on the Supreme =
Court.=20
\par=20
\par Another point I would like to make is that=20
by trade I am a copy machine technician. I used to service the machines =
at Mary Help of Christians School here in Tampa. I also went to school =
there for four years. It's kind of chilling that recently we found out =
that the first anthrax case found its gen
e
sis in a copy machine. I hope that was not a message telling me to keep =
my mouth shut, or face being turned into a sacrificial lamb. There is no =
way I am going to sit idly by and be held responsible for an Act of God =
even if it does have something to do w
ith my direct spiritual connection to such an entity.=20
\par=20
\par The truth is that news report was the final straw that made up my =
mind to write this letter. No reason to keep things secret anymore =
anyway. After all every judge and lawyer downtown already knows abou
t me as certain facts have already performed themselves upon the public =
record. The only things missing are the details. Here they are. Enjoy!=20
\par=20
\par I'll give you a third example to which your own colleague Father =
Schindler at the Veterans Hospital is a direct
witness. I am enclosing copies of the documents passed out to the =
doctors and administration at the Veterans Hospital as well as the =
official complaint I delivered to the administration. They are =
self-explanatory. Ask Schindler about the last time I drop
p
ed in on him. He bragged to me about how he had just been appointed the =
Chief of the Chaplain Services. I smiled at him and replied "that's good =
cause now you're gonna have a lot more to laugh about." Not long after, =
the media frenzy took hold and the wid
espread child abuse by the clergy went public. I was very angry with =
him.=20
\par=20
\par If that is not enough let me try and convince you with a fourth =
example. I will enclose a copy of another true story. "The Ave Maria." =
There are numerous other examples I could give
testimony to, but some are of a personal nature and the others I think =
are unnecessary in light of what I have already divulged. I really don't =
think it would be proper for me to use my abilities to embarrass people =
by exposing their private lives anyway
. I know I don't like it done to me. Sometimes we do what we must.
\par=20
\par If you doubt what I am saying ask Father Bob about the day he =
confronted me in church playing my music with my fingernails painted =
black. I had to tell him. "For a girl who would not let a=20
man touch her." He turned white as a ghost; ran away and left me to my =
music. It was not that long afterwards that he found himself on =
television and in the newspapers with me as his co-star.
\par }{\f0=20
\par }{\f0\fs24 I have battled in my mind for most of my life with the =
hurt I h
ave experienced at the hands of the church and in this last year I have =
had to deal with the reality of the direct causes. I have agonized over =
the request I received to send the cassette tape I am enclosing to the =
law firm of Paul Anderson and Mr. Rhineh
a
rt. The truth is I really don't want to hurt Father Craig Moorely =
despite his being a hypnotist which I am concerned is not a proper skill =
for a priest to be using at a church. All these events and experiences =
have resulted in this letter, which is meant=20
to offer my willingness to settle this matter as quickly and privately =
as is possible. }{\b\f0\fs24 I am compelled by my conscience to charge =
the Catholic Church with spiritual malpractice.}{\f0\fs24=20
With God's help thy will prevail, as it is my contention that I have a =
mandate.
\par=20
\par I will be sending a duplicate of what you have to Philip Morgaman. =
He is on the Florida State Board of Education. He owns United Cab here =
in Tampa. He also owns an insurance company in Fort Lauderdale. He is an =
attorney and a personal friend. He was also=20
a student of the priest who molested me. He also visited me in Italy at =
the house I was staying at where it happened. You will find that he is =
aware of the nature of any inquiry you might direct upon him. He also =
knows a few other things I have not disclo
sed that you may, or may not want to discuss. I have not officially =
asked him to involve himself in this matter, but considering the priest =
we are talking about I believe he will be willing. I'll give you his =
phone number and address.=20
\par=20
\par Philip Morgaman
\par 1600 W. Commercial Blvd
\par Fort Lauderdale, FL 33309
\par 954-493-6565 ext-165, or
\par Toll free 1-800-275-2800
\par Geniza is his secretary.
\par }{\f0 (Philip Morgaman is a personal friend of Florida Governor Jeb =
Bush, the brother of the President.)
\par }{\f0\fs24=20
\par P.S. If you want to know about the sordid details of the entire =
affair I would suggest you speak with Father Lamp at James Haley Ve
terans Hospital; that is if you haven't already. Seems he had a mind to =
give me an unsolicited interrogation regarding the details during my =
recent stay at the hospital. I hope you can display the same sincerity =
in your actions in this matter that you sho
wed in Dallas. In closing I would like to add that at the end of my =
recent stay at the hospital I was found sane and competent by a panel of =
four psychiatrists. I have the final discharge summary to prove it. =
Though they do think I am a bit Grandiose.=20
\par=20
\par If=20
you want to know the truth I think it would have been better if I were =
insane. Maybe then I could have just taken some medication and forgotten =
about this entire affair. Unfortunately that option is impossible as =
there are far too many people who know who
=20
I am as well as what I am capable of. They also know too many details. =
In addition I am afraid I have disseminated too many documents in hard =
copy as well as electronic form. You might even congratulate me as I =
recently received a nomination for Poet of t
he Year by the International Society of Poets. Go figure...
\par=20
\par ...and by the way Bishop Lynch.=20
\par Don't try and HANG me out to dry.=20
\par My name's Almond and I'm a hard nut to crack.
\par=20
\par \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab Sincerely,
\par=20
\par \tab \tab \tab=20
\par \tab \tab \tab \tab The Leader of the Band
\par=20
\par=20
\par }{\b\f0\fs24 POLICE BRUTALITY, FALSE ARREST=20
\par AND IMPRISONMENT, FREE SPEECH
\par }{\f0\fs24=20
\par I am a reasonable man. I have a healthy spiritual life and a =
desire to improve myself in mind and deal with my community in a =
conscientious manner. To this end I am compelled to offer my community =
this story, based on fact
and mired in bureaucratic hypocrisy, in the hope that my neighbors may =
come to understand this could happen to them and thereby form some cry =
of public indignation towards the injustice I am compelled to deal with.
\par=20
\par My nephew Michael, who has a loving wif
e and two adorable daughters of 2 and 4 years, was beset by a travesty =
of injustice in late July of 2001. Two very young Hillsborough County =
Deputies responded to a simple domestic dispute and turned it into an =
unprovoked nightmare. Poor Mike, who has a
=20
bad back from installing SmithBuilt Storage Sheds, had been rebuilding =
his van's engine and had scraped his knuckles in the process. It would =
seem the officers' suspicions led them to assume he had used his fists =
in a violent manner and chose to install=20
handcuffs on him. When they pulled his arms behind him they unknowingly =
caused a serious back spasm and forced poor Mike to flinch to avoid =
pain.
\par=20
\par The end result was the officer, who was placing handcuffs designed =
for someone with much smaller wrists, got=20
his finger caught. It caused a mild cut on the officer's finger. The =
resulting retaliation was a direct dose of Mace in the Face followed by =
some verbal abuse and resulting in Mike being thrown to the ground prone =
with his arms handcuffed behind him. I
f
that was not bad enough they then began to beat him with those very =
large flashlights and added insult to injury by using their booted feet =
to kick him in the face and the head. It was witnessed by tenants at the =
apartment complex, but they are afraid an
d prefer not to get involved.
\par=20
\par I almost forgot to mention that after it was over and they had him =
lying in the back seat of their patrol car, one of them came and =
unhandcuffed him and apologized for getting carried away.
\par=20
\par Why then, I ask, was he charged wit
h "Battery on a Police Officer," "Opposing an Officer with Violence," =
and yes let's not forget "Battery Touch or Strike?" Whatever that last =
one is supposed to mean. Let me guess. Perhaps it was to justify =
holding him in jail without bond, so that he c
ould not get to a hospital to have his injuries cared for or documented =
properly.
\par=20
\par I called an attorney to help get him out and was told I needed =
$7,500.00 in cash for a case of this magnitude. Did I not mention I was =
a reasonable man? I never said I was=20
a rich man. What was I to do? Let me tell you what I did after his =
wife came sullenly to me and told me they were going to put my nephew in =
prison for 11 years for a bunch of trumped-up charges to avoid a lawsuit =
for the mistakes of inexperienced deputi
es who could not control themselves in a civilized manner in the =
performance of their duties.
\par=20
\par Mike's wife came to me in total abject misery, fully expecting her =
family to be torn apart from this nightmare. I told her what I was =
feeling. I said, }{\b\f0\fs24 "I guess I could go like Moses to the =
Pharaoh and ask him to let my nephew go." }{
\f0\fs24 That's about what it seemed it would take at that point. Funny =
thing was as I said it I felt spiritually charged with a righteous =
mission and what's more I had this feeling that I kne
w Judge Heinrich from somewhere and maybe God would help by performing =
some small miracle. The next day I went to my Grandmom's church and =
took little Annalise with me to play the piano. I played for a while =
and let Annalise watch and fiddle with the ke
ys a bit. I decided to wait and talk to Father Moorely and ask him to =
help by maybe going to court with us for moral support. All he was =
willing to do was read what I filed with the court.
\par=20
\par Little Annalise knew that we went to church to ask help in gettin
g her daddy out of jail. When the Priest waved his hands and said, =
"Sorry I won't be around Tuesday," that smart little girl knew right =
then that something was wrong. Well we went back towards the church and =
Annalise picked up a small flower from the gro
und and handed it to me. }{\b\f0\fs24 I told her it was a magic flower =
and her eyes widened in amazement. }{\f0\fs24=20
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bee on the bush it had fallen =
from, pollinating a duplicate of the very same magic flower Annalise =
held in her hand. I=20
exclaimed in excitement to her, "Look Annalise that's what makes it =
magic." She looked in wonder at the magic of nature that was =
transpiring and I felt warm inside having taken a part in this day with =
her.
\par=20
\par In the end I did what an attorney does. I filed
motions with the court asking for a bond hearing before Mr. Heinrich, =
who goes by the name of JUDGE. I did it properly with respect and in =
accordance with established court protocols to include filing copies =
with the Clerk of the Circuit Court and the S
tate Attorney's Office. I even left another copy in Mr. Heinrich's =
mailbox next to his courtroom.
\par=20
\par The end result was that some outgoing public defender, who was not =
assigned to any other cases, intercepted my motion and filed duplicates =
of it. Mike finally got a hearing after spending more than a week =
incarcerated in the local jailhouse.
\par=20
\par I showed up=20
to court in shirt and tie to represent my family, as I was asked to do =
by all concerned. Judge Heinrich looked at me and said words to the =
effect, "Oh this must be that case, huh?" He then told the court =
recorder that he was throwing out the perfectly a
c
ceptable motion I filed since a family member cannot represent a family =
member in court. How absolutely ridiculous, I thought to myself. =
That's when it dawned on me. It all came back in a rush. I did know =
this man who called himself a Judge. I guess=20
it must have been the "aquarium-like glass" Judge Heinrich had installed =
to keep the people away from him while he sits behind his bench =
dispensing what the poor man thinks is justice.
\par=20
\par In any event I remembered a previous incarnation of myself as a =
dolphin
thousands of years ago in Egypt. I knew this man. JUDGE HEINEKEN I =
thought to myself in excitement. I was his pet dolphin in a previous =
life when he was a boy in a great house in Egypt thousands of years ago. =
I remembered him as a small boy and how w
e spent so much time together swimming in the pools his very important =
family had built for me. I didn't remember what happened as he grew up. =
}{\b\f0\fs24 Perhaps he became a Great Pharaoh. }{\f0\fs24=20
Perhaps even now he subconsciously sees himself as one, with the way he =
nonchalantly makes decisions that affect the lives of so many people =
with seeming arrogance and disregard for the hardships in the lives of =
those who come before him.
\par=20
\par Might it not be prudent to recall that we are "Innocent till found =
guilty" in this country? Th
is judge incarcerates people for 6 months for the crime of Free Speech. =
He won't let inmates at the jail get a word in edgewise. In reality =
they are just people like you and me who have been arrested in many =
cases for victimless crimes. People who have
=20
kids, car payments, and mortgages can't open their mouths in a courtroom =
to address their grievances. These people who run our courts too easily =
forget who it is that pays the tax dollars that allow them to afford =
their lifestyles. It's either that, or=20
they don't care and should not be on a bench.
\par=20
\par The Judge made it pointedly clear he would not let me in his glass =
bubble to help my family and accused me of manipulating Mike's wife and =
forcing her to come to court to beg for his release. He then proceeded
to extort testimony from Mike's wife under duress and the threat of =
having HRS take her children from her. I nearly exploded in a =
convulsion behind that aquarium glass when I heard this.
\par=20
\par Evidently the judge's own bailiff thought what was going on was wr
ong. He had seen the children in the hallway. He asked us to take them =
away earlier when one of the girls lay on the floor clutching the door =
while screaming and crying to get into the judge's chamber. The kind =
bailiff went into that glass bubble and s
t
ood right before the judge and stopped him from his inhumane treatment =
of Mike's wife to interject my request that she be given a public =
defender. Judge Heineken was aghast that his own bailiff would =
interrupt his court and looked straight at me and spok
e
to all who could hear. "Who is that man? What's he want to do, =
represent everyone?" That was all Mike's wife needed. God sent her a =
spiritual public defender and she told that Judge just where he could =
go, leaving him no choice but to release Mike and
reduce the bond from $5500.00 to $500.00. Somehow they lost the order =
for Mike's release and he had to spend another 24 hours in jail for no =
reason. Somehow I think this was no accident.
\par=20
\par Well evidently the motion I filed with the State Attorney had some
effect. They dropped the main felony charge without any further =
argument, but they kept the misdemeanors, I guess because of some policy =
that does not allow them to roll over when it comes to cases involving =
False Arrest and Police Brutality. Recently t
hough they changed their minds and decided to use some technicality to =
upgrade the severity of all the charges. That's kinda what's prompting =
this article.
\par=20
\par Sad thing is I know when we go to court and everyone swears to tell =
the truth on the Bible these po
lice officers will have been coached in how they must lie about the =
entire incident to avoid a civil lawsuit. My nephew Mike is a smart =
man, but he is not experienced enough to represent himself in a =
courtroom. It's hard to appear in front of a jury all
=20
by yourself when you're being accused. It's easy to get tongue twisted =
and nervous because somehow we have been brainwashed as a society into =
assuming people are "guilty til proven innocent." There of course is no =
money to hire a well-connected attorney
=20
who knows how to grease the palms of justice. Our judicial system has =
contrived a way of keeping me from representing my nephew in court =
before a jury for some ridiculous notion that I am related to him. Even =
if I was not related to him I guess they wou
ld say I don't have a law degree. To this day I don't understand why it =
should take years of training in a law school to simply have the =
capacity to go to court and tell the truth. My wonderment never ceases =
to amaze me.
\par=20
\par }{\b\f0\fs24 By the way my name is }{\b\i\f0\fs24 Tom}{\b\f0\fs24 =
and }{\b\i\f0\fs24 thy will }{\b\f0\fs24 be a }{\b\i\f0\fs24 =
Pain}{\b\f0\fs24 .
\par }{\f0\fs24=20
\par I'd like to add a side note. A very noble public defender came up =
to me recently and informed me that 50% of all the cases tried in our =
country court involve police perjury and falsified arrest reports. It is =
my hope that what I did will=20
help to change things in the future. For those of you who might be =
curious. I wrote this for a four-year-old girl who came up to me crying =
and asked me when her daddy would be coming home. I did }{\f0\fs24\ul =
NOT }{\f0\fs24=20
write this because I was outraged by the criminal justice system, or =
because I was angry that I was not allowed to represent my nephew in =
court.
\par=20
\par When Mike went to court and the state attorneys continued to push =
for jail time Judge Holloway told them to shut up and leave my nephew =
alone as he had been in no trou
ble for over 5 years. She told them if she ever caught them trying to do =
what they were doing to my nephew to anyone else she would have their =
license to practice law revoked.
\par=20
\par=20
\par=20
\par=20
\par }{\b\f0\fs24 CLERGICAL HYPOCRISY
\par }{\f0\fs24=20
\par Today I was thrown out of chapel for praying to God and
conducting a service of music by a man named George Sadler who =
proclaims himself acting Chief of the Chaplain Service. He explained to =
me that the chapel was "not for the use of the public." Evidently the =
chapel may not be used by people like myself mole
s
ted by priests. I take his ignorance as a personal affront and call upon =
the public to set him straight. Are we to assume the chapel may only be =
used by pedophiles who pass around baskets asking for money? This was =
not the first time I was molested in cha
p
el by Mr. Sadler. He tried to get me to leave the last time I played. I =
had informed him that Father Lamp and I had a discussion about my use of =
the piano and at that time he agreed to speak to him and respect my =
right to worship. I asked him today if he=20
h
ad spoken to Father Lamp and he replied that he had not. Perhaps he did =
speak to someone though. My guess is he spoke to the Chief himself. It =
seems I have been placed on Father Schindler's List. Father Schindler is =
the Catholic Priest I had come to late=20
l
ast year during a mental breakdown over my molestation. While I was =
convulsing in an uncontrollable emotional episode he reacted with =
laughter at the pain I was suffering. When I pointed my finger at the =
picture of the Bishop on his wall and asked him to=20
m
ake a phone call, he replied, "It's not that easy." A couple months =
later everyone in the country found out just how easy it was when the =
truth about the widespread child abuse by the clergy went public. We =
have not seen much reporting about this in the n
ews lately. The lawyers are at work paying off the victims to keep them =
quiet. I think it's important the public not forget and offer this =
humble reminder to any that have a mind to question the authority of a =
church that has shown itself suspect.
\par=20
\par Sincerely,
\par Tom Pain
\par 7/12/02
\par=20
\par After I passed this out all over the hospital I went to the =
auditorium to play the piano. I was practicing "One Tin Soldier Rides =
Again" (theme song to Billy Jack). I had just picked up the sheet music =
that morning at Florida M
usic prior to my scheduled appointment at the hospital. I was surprised =
by five federal deputies who took my picture onstage and then took me =
into custody, interrogated me, and then trespassed me. I did not realize =
the possible significance of the lyrics=20
until after the event had unfolded.
\par=20
\par "Go ahead and hate your neighbor.
\par Go ahead and cheat a friend.
\par Do it in the name of Heaven. Justify in the end.
\par There won't be any trumpets blowing come the Judgment Day;
\par On the bloody morning after;
\par One Tin Soldier Rides Away."
\par=20
\par=20
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OFFICIAL COMPLAINT TO THE ADMINISTRATION=20
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\par I've been a patient of this hospital since 1985. I could not begin =
to count the times I have been there on official and unofficial =
business. Invariably I would sometimes find myself meandering my way to =
the auditorium, or stopping
by the chapel for 15 minutes or so to practice a few tunes. It's just =
my way; what can I say? My music teacher was a priest. The very same one =
that helped John Lennon and Paul McCartney with "Let It Be." Now don't =
get the idea I'm some great musician
. Frankly I suck. Up until a couple of years ago I had hardly touched a =
piano in 12 years and before that I only had a total of three years to =
learn it. I don't have a piano of my own and I don't get to practice =
very often.
\par=20
\par The other day when I walked into th
e chapel there were two people sitting in the pews. I walked up to the =
gentleman sitting in the back and politely placed my hand on his =
shoulder and asked him if he minded if I played the piano for a while. =
He looked up at me and I saw his eyes brighten a
n
d he enthusiastically encouraged me to go ahead. The other person was an =
elderly lady who was gathering her things and preparing to leave as I =
walked by her on the way to the piano. She stopped and turned to me and =
voiced her delight that I was about to p
lay. When Mr. Sadler accosted me I noticed the man in the back pew =
taking a very dim view of what was transpiring. It looked as though he =
went back to being sad like he was before I walked in. Perhaps even more =
so.
\par=20
\par For the past two years I was extended an=20
open invitation to use the piano at my parish church anytime I wanted. =
Over that time I met many people that walked in on me practicing. I made =
it a point to always stop my practice and take a walk while they used =
the chapel and I would return when they=20
w
ere finished, or if they took a long time I might walk back in and ask =
them if they preferred the quiet. Always without exception they would =
tell me to go right ahead and play. Most of the time they would express =
disappointment that I had stopped in the=20
first place and request that I continue playing. Frankly it made me very =
uncomfortable, but I got used to it.=20
\par=20
\par I recently stayed on one of the wards as an inpatient and observed =
one of the patients with a guitar entertaining the other patients. I =
thought h
e was quite good actually. More importantly though was the affect it had =
on those who would sit around and listen to him. Music can be a =
wonderful medicine. Evidently even bad music can humor patients to =
delight as I found out when they ganged up on me an
d
coaxed me into giving them a concert when they found out I played the =
piano. What was even more humorous was when I took one of the pianos =
apart in an attempt to repair it and the staff caught us with a fully =
disassembled piano sprawled out on the tables
in the day room. It's sad that near as I can tell you don't have a =
single fully functional piano tuned properly in the entire hospital. =
Shame on you.
\par=20
\par In closing I will address the issue of the "COMPLAINT" I passed out =
to the doctors and administrative offices on Friday 7/12/02. I know it =
is caustic and scathing. It was meant to be. You may even argue it is =
inflammatory,
as I was told by your security staff. What I find to be most unsettling =
about what I wrote is that it is all true. I felt I had a protected
right in this country to speak freely and that is what I did. I can =
only ask that you try and understand that I was upset and compelled by =
my emotions to react in the way I did. I'm not a violent person and I =
don't like verbal yelling matches. When Mr.=20
S
adler persisted with his ignorance I walked away to avoid a =
confrontation and went straight to the library and vented my outrage in =
writing. I like to think there would be far less catastrophe in the =
world if people would learn to write out their anger in
s
tead of acting it out. I've heard it said that hurt feelings can be =
healed a lot easier than broken bones. I don't fully agree with that, =
but the truth is that it is better than going around using weapons of =
mass destruction and that is one of the reasons
I write and sign my name Tom Pain.
\par=20
\par Had I not been }{\f0\fs24\ul trespassed}{\f0\fs24 against then I =
would not have been forced to the }{\f0\fs24\ul temptation}{\f0\fs24 of =
having to }{\f0\fs24\ul deliver }{\f0\fs24 this official complaint.
\par=20
\par \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab =
}{\f0\fs24\ul Amen}{\f0\fs24 ,
\par \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab Tom Almond
\par \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab 07/15/02
\par=20
\par }{\f0\fs24=20
\par=20
\par }{\b\f0\fs24 SHORTLY AFTER THE WORLD TRADE CENTER DISASTER:
\par }\pard\plain \s1\qc =
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Ave Maria"
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\par On the night of the tropical storm a couple days ago I was with =
William and Lazaro at the apartment. William begged me to stay the =
night, so I relented. I was really exhausted agai
n after 9 hours at Dominoes delivering Holy Pizzas to my unknowing flock =
in North Tampa. We were drinking Smirnoff ICE (not the vodka). As usual =
I tried to drill some sense into Lazaro to teach him what he would need =
to know to survive his drug abuse.
\par=20
\par The little twerp just thinks he knows it all at 22.
\par=20
\par I grabbed his shoulders and shook him saying "LOOK AT ME" and I =
told him the true feelings inside me. "Look son I feel like a 150 year =
old man in a 38 year old body torn apart from abuse. That is what drugs
can do to you. Don't forget it." I really laid into him that night. He =
was acting uppity and I told him I wished my 1st Sergeant was here to =
teach him a thing, or two. "He would have you crawled up in a ball, =
huddled in a corner, crying like a baby. I k
n
ow cause he did it to me." Hell I even tried to give him a music theory =
lesson and he stuck his nose up at it. He's always bragging about how he =
was some great trumpet player in school. I smile when I think of that =
since we share that early experience tog
e
ther having both been band lovers. He is in so many ways like me. When I =
met the boy I found out he had a dog named Lexi and when I observed how =
he bonded with her that was when I made up my mind to try and teach him =
away from his folly. That's why I chos
e the little brother. When I looked in on him asleep in his new bed that =
night and I saw Lexi curled up by him in dreamland I was sure I had made =
the right choice. Of course in the end it's their choice not mine.
\par=20
\par Well, things settled down after that, Laz a
nd William Tell -- that's what we call him cause he is always talking to =
someone about something. In truth however, I call him that because he =
has True Balance -- went into the bedroom and left me to be by myself in =
the living room cause I asked em to lea
ve me alone. I said look if you don't want to learn from me, or teach me =
something then leave me the hell alone so I can teach myself. Fact is I =
meant it. I always mean it.
\par=20
\par Well, the wind and the rain just kept coming down and a sense of =
melancholy began t
o overwhelm me. I started pacing again in thinking mode "surfing my =
thoughts the way a computer guru surfs the net." I opened the front door =
and pulled a stool up to sit on and began to meditate on the wind =
blowing the branches of the trees and the steady
=20
course of the rain plummeting down to the ground. The sound it made was =
eerily compelling since parts of the rain would intermingle upon many =
different surfaces. It was like an orchestra of nature and I watched as =
the branches in the trees moved like danc
ers in an Orgy of Purification.
\par=20
\par Something came over me and I began to sing in mumbles at first and =
then I began to sing just a little louder so the boys could hear me in =
the other room. The wind and the rain were my accompaniment.
\par=20
\par Ave Maria, Gracia Plena, Maria gracia plena, Maria gracia plena, =
Ave ave dominus Dominus te cum. Benidicta tu in mulieribus. Et Biena =
dictus et bien a dictus fructose vientres, vientres tue, Jesus. Ave =
Maria.
\par=20
\par It soothed my immortal soul and calmed my sense of foreboding I was =
experiencing from the shock of the Mayhem in Manhattan that had just =
happened.
\par=20
\par The next day at work I was doing my second Holy Pizza delivery. I =
was about two miles from the next drop off and I began singing the "Ave =
Maria" again. Wh
en I pulled up to the house I was "shaken to shock" at the sight of a =
yard with a garden of statues. A five foot tall Madonna and various =
Angels of marble were laid before me as I walked up to the door. As I =
was taking the pizzas from the hot bag to give=20
t
o the young woman I stuttered my experience to her in utter disbelief. =
As she took the pizzas to the table she stopped to speak with the young =
man who was getting the wallet out and I swear she asked him for more =
because I got a $6.00 tip, which is more t
h
an double the average. After she paid me and we exchanged smiles I asked =
her to tell her mother that I loved her garden. It was a small miracle =
in the face of the impending doom I was perceiving the whole country was =
going thru. It also seemed like someho
w I was being sent a message.
\par=20
\par=20
\par=20
\par }{\b\f0\fs24 WHO AM I ? (a poetic riddle)
\par=20
\par }{\f0\fs24 Take me to the wilds.
\par=20
\par To the Serengeti to see the Giraffes.
\par=20
\par If I were a deep sea diver; would you go with me to the bottom of =
the sea?
\par=20
\par I am a cosmonaut and the consciousness is my ocean.
\par=20
\par I am the master of my fate and the captain of my soul.
\par=20
\par Who am I?
\par=20
\par=20
\par }{\b\f0\fs24 LIFE
\par }{\f0\fs24=20
\par In life there are many ups and downs. I'm not certain if they equal =
out or not, as I have never really tried to keep a tally, but I can say =
with a definitive certainty it sure feels=20
like the downs outnumber the ups by more than a two to one ratio. I've =
often used a roller coaster to metaphorically describe the experience. =
Even the jerks we get at the twists and the turns serve to remind me of =
the gut-wrenching emotions this ultimate=20
ride provides.
\par=20
\par I have often heard it asked by others as well as myself if=20
this whole ball of wax we mold into form is worth the effort. =
Impulsively we tend to agree whimsically that it is, but frankly I was =
never really satisfied with this casual reply to such an ephemeral =
question. Perhaps it's a character trait of mine to sim
ply never be satisfied with what's on the surface. I gotta always be =
looking for the root of things with an almost fanatic compulsion for the =
sake of clarity and reason.
\par=20
\par I am by all accounts one of those unfortunates unlucky enough to be =
burdened with my fa\'e7
ade: a very simple person who is seemingly misunderstood to the core. I =
know this because invariably no matter what I say to people the reply =
rarely has anything to do with what it was I meant to talk about to =
begin with. I guess that's why I strive to l
earn to be a very patient person overall. All too often I just let the =
other person go on thinking what they replied was about what I meant and =
I just continue talking to them about what it was they thought I meant.
\par=20
\par It's definitely laughable when I think=20
about it. The only problem with things as they are is that in the end I =
am alone and the laughs always turn to tears. It's only after this =
emotional jerk that my roller coaster twists itself back up to a climb. =
It's at that moment that I can see the stars
=20
in the heavens with imaginative crystal clarity. It is at that moment =
that I am best able to see in order to think my way back up to the =
surface. Like a great whale grabbing a gasp of air thru its blowhole, or =
a dolphin making a wild leap above the surfac
e of the ocean only to have gravity plunge it back down to life's murky =
waters.
\par=20
\par To the best of my current understanding I think we are all just =
life junkies. We don't do it because it's worth it. We don't kill each =
other, or commit suicide because it's not
worth it. We simply want that next hit no matter the cost or the =
reason. Some of us get so overdosed on it we go a little too far and =
that's usually when the rest of us get bent out of shape. Perhaps I'm =
not any closer to satisfying my personal addiction
for clarity, but at least I like to think I have found the root. It may =
taste bitter in comparison to the leafy stalks above ground, but I do =
think it to be more nutritious.
\par=20
\par=20
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{\b\f0\fs24 SIMPLICITY
\par=20
\par }{\f0\fs24 Butterflies and bliss
\par I remember the last time we kissed.
\par Thought I'd never see the sunrise again.
\par=20
\par When I woke up the next morning;
\par I trudged to work while it was storming.
\par Tears of rain forming in my mind.
\par=20
\par In the shadows of my memories;
\par regrets and sorrows consume me,
\par for it is that I'm still lost in the love of our youth.
\par=20
\par=20
\par Butterflies and bliss;
\par Can it really be that we have missed?
\par Is it true that love can just fade like the mist?
\par=20
\par Well I believe that love is real.
\par Time a cloak that can conceal,
\par but in the end it is our hearts that will reveal.
\par=20
\par I remember the good times
\par and oh yes; I remember the bad,
\par but most of all My Lady; when I think of you; I am sad.
\par=20
\par }}
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