My Hatman History King James Bible (Cambridge Ed.) Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Humble Beginnings Im not sure exactly when my own somewhat strained relationship with my Hatman began. Maybe it was when I was a tiny child and suffered night terrors, telling my mother about The man in my room. (something I did not remember but about which which my mother discussed with my younger sister). As I wrote this book, the memories, before stored in a safe place in my head, came rushing forward. The lost memories of my toddler-hood breached the surface and washed over me. The good, the bad and the things that both excited and frightened that little guy I used to be, and sometimes still am. My homes have always had a presence of sorts. Was it paranormal or normal, who could dare to conjecture on at this late date. My days of being a toddler are long past and memory is a fickle friend after all these years. We live and love and lose a lot in the years that pass. We always had a very sturdy respect for the supernatural in our home. My mother being that woman people went to with That sort of problem. Naturally her children became indoctrinated in the field, almost as a matter of course. As a scientifically based paranormal investigator Im positive I could Debunk much of my long lifetime of paranormal events. Not a probability or a possibility. Absolutely positive. Im positive I could figure out many of Moms experiences and those of our neighbors. Im positive Im in a better position to do so at this point in my life. This isnt ego. Its years of trial and error and talking to other experienced people, saving what appears to help, and filing away the things that dont. That being said, sometimes if it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck its likely going to taste good with orange sauce. The many cases Ive worked, both as an older teen and as a middle aged man have taught me one thing. No matter how much I know,no matter how much Ive learned or how many people I try to help, no matter how my position in the paranormal community may point me out as experienced or a go-to guy for help, my most important lesson is that I know nothing. I hope through my years of this field that Ive kept my motives clean. I want to be the good guy. I want the feeling of being Under Dog, and to know that when I leave a home the inhabitants are happier than when I got there. I hope my reasons for this havent undergone any changes. That I havent allowed ego to creep in. I want to believe this, but Im sure that Im wrong, at least on occasion. Infallible Im not. Pure of purpose I wish to be. Helpful, I pray to be.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 11:36:08 +0000
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