Its late afternoon, when I get a break from caretaking for an hour or so, before the evening rush. As I chronicled in real time, I completed my recent research foray, using a hired researcher, and came up with several interesting tidbits. All of this you can read for yourself, in the last several entries (not counting yesterday's, which was just blowing off steam).
Now, because I have added so much material to the already burgeoning 14th chapter--into which the bulk of the evidence has gone, as it has been discovered after writing the first draft--I feel that I want to read it through one more time. I'm, what, about 150 pages into it and still have something like 650 pages to go. That's right, a chapter that's longer than most books.
This, of course, should preclude anyone ever wanting to read it, unless, that is, it's really, really good.
As I re-read my own work, I try hard to experience it as though reading it for the first time. And what are my impressions?
First of all, I'm tired of trying to induce people to buy this book, or to make them interested in buying it, through the medium of these Updates. I'm really not supposed to be doing that, but I subtley slip into that mode in spite of myself, from time-to-time. I'm convinced there is no-one out there who has the capacity to appreciate it, now living, who has internet access. Well, that may be a bit extreme, but, really. No-one is holding a gun to your head to insist that you read all of this. This long, long, chapter is divided up into subheadings, now, such that you can read it like popcorn, if you want to. You won't get the full impact, the complete tapestry, as it were; but it's plenty interesting and entertaining, whatever portion or portions of it you jump into. You can read the "Scorecard summary" and get my conclusions. If someone read just the Scorecard summary, and the "Mathew Franklin Whittier timeline," and perhaps the "Research timeline," and then jumped around the book reading a few select subheadings here and there, it would still be well worth the price of the book. I'm just saying. That nobody does this, despite my turning myself inside-out to explain it and explain its appeal, is unfathomable to me--unless, as Abby seems to insist, people are scared. If people are scared, there is nothing in this world I can do to induce them to get within 20 yards of my book. I might as well walk outside on my upstairs deck, right now, and try to coax one of the doves, who come to feed on the seeds that fall from the bird feeder, to sit on my arm.
But (as I pour my daily small glass of wine, which I drink for heart health and as a fun habit), I wanted to share my reactions to trying to read this chapter as though seeing it for the first time...
(Sip one.) It's fascinating. It holds my attention; I have now gone through it so many times, that there is no confusion. The reader's mind never has to do any double-takes, as to whether I mean "this," or "that." The easiest example I can give, is the word "read," which can be past-tense or present-tense. As in the sentence, "When I read Johnson's book, it isn't entirely clear to me." The mind may arbitrarily start out reading the first half of that sentence in past tense, only to be jarred into a double-take half-way through, being forced to re-read it in present-tense. There are hundreds of variations on this sort of thing, and I have cleaned up the phrasing so that one never has any question about what each sentence means. This makes it a lot more comfortable to read.
The other thing that strikes me, is that until I begin reading it through as a narrative (;-), I don't realize just how powerful the evidence is. I have been amassing evidence for this case for some eight years, now. Things that were mere speculation, in the early versions of this book, are now substantiated by a network of interlocking pieces of evidence, which all fit together into one jig-saw puzzle. My hunches, speculations, theories and past-life impressions are verified not by one piece of evidence, or two, but by five or six pieces--and as said, each is interlocking and intersupporting. And the foundation is strong. This is no theoretical house of cards.
The reason it isn't a house of cards, is that I understand how to be my own skeptic. I put every theory through the acid bath. I try my best to shoot it down. I'm aware that once I pass, this may be a lot more popular, and I won't be there to defend it. So I look for every skeptical objection, and I track it down. I'm not joking around here, when it comes to substantiating this case. I can't prove anything to someone who has their mind closed--but if you have an open mind, watch out. I proved this case 200 times over.
And I make some outrageous claims. But if you finish this book, you'll see that I've done it.
The third thing that strikes me is how entertaining it is--both in terms of the detective work, itself, and in terms of the content. I come from a video production background. I know that you have to make every second entertaining. If the mind starts to wander; if the reader gets bored; you've lost them. You have to inject frequent bits of "candy" into it. And there is enough candy in here to keep anyone happy. By candy, I mean...well, I would have to give examples. Discoveries; ironies; Mathew's own excellent writing, including his humorous pieces. My deep insight into Mathew's own character.
And that, actually, is the fourth thing. I know the back-story. I know what made Mathew tick, as no-one else could. I know what he was feeling, what he was hiding, what his real intentions were. I know him because it's myself. If there was an account of something you did as a teenager, just imagine the difference between someone else trying to explain the back-story, and you explaining it. Do you think your explanation would have more depth? That is literally what it's like for me, in this book. And not only can I assert that, I can prove it. Time and again, my deeper understanding of what made Mathew tick turns out to be the right interpretation. It's uncanny--or, it would seem so, if you didn't believe I was his incarnation. I know him as no-one else has ever known him, including in his own lifetime, except his soul-mate, Abby. This is why I would recommend that you wait for your soul-mate. Wait a whole lifetime, if you have to. But that's another issue.
It seems that there is nothing I can say that will ever induce anyone to buy my book. Actually, I would recommend to anyone interested, that they wait a week or two, until I'm finished proofreading this Chapter 14. But really-speaking, nothing I say makes any difference.
On Facebook, occasionally a representative of the Green Party is trying to recruit members. I always post that it took me about five minutes, from the time that Bernie Sanders was betrayed by the Democratic Party, to the time that someone posted on Facebook, "Check out Jill Stein," to the time that I did so, and immediately realized that's where the true progressive energy was.
That's readiness. If and when people are ready for my work, you won't be able to stop them from buying this book, or from reading it cover-to-cover. It will fascinate them all the way through, and they will be sad to reach the end. It's that good; and what I've accomplished, in it, is that powerful.
Until then, well, I wish you luck in this world of yours in which my work is bogus, imagination, or irrelevant to real life. That world is falling apart, you know. My world, the world in which all of life is seen as cyclical, and full of meaning--God's world, sans dogma--is the future. My world, which seems like a delusion or a whispy phantom, is the real world--your world, meaning, the Materialist's world (or the world of dogmatic religion, if you are in that world), are the mirages.
Each to his own. I have proofreading to do, and a book to leave the world.
Stephen Sakellarios, M.S.
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