Chapter Twelve

Prologue II

The memory transmission from Eli ended.

Their parting saddened me. I wanted to know what happened to them but all of my sessions with big band CD’s were fruitless. I couldn’t get beyond the dance. Is that all there is? I remorsefully questioned myself.

In the several months after Eli’s first appearance I have become very aware of his presence. Even though he doesn’t always send me his memories I can feel that he is always with me. In fact I am quite sure he has been with me for a good share of my life if not all of it. I know my core values have been inspired from his beliefs in destiny and relationships. It is my hope that someday he will reveal to me how and when he came to reside within me.

The last few months I have spent many fruitless hours in self-induced trances in an effort to discover more of his life. I have stopped all efforts to bring him out. I decided those must be the only memories he was willing to share and I must know all I was going ever know about Eli and Mayme. I made a decision to avoid radio stations that might play I’ll Be Seeing You or any 40’s music for that matter because they still produced the memories which just brought to me the sadness

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of their parting. The image of her with tears soaked cheeks is now seared in my mind. Her outstretched fingertips are a reminder of what may have been the final touch of two young people whom had just discovered their perfect love. That vision has become very painful without knowing any ensuing events. As sad as it was, I had to accept this as the culmination of my experiences with Eli.

A year after Eli’s first appearance, in August 2000, Renee and I attended the United States Army Exposition at Fort Snelling, Minnesota. Of the many events scheduled one was a World War Two battle re-enactment. We seated ourselves in bleachers as the announcer said the field we were overlooking was very much like a battlefield in Italy. We could see tanks and ground troops from both sides of the battle they were portraying in waist high grass interspersed with shrubbery. The uniforms and weapons were authentic. It all appeared very genuine. The tanks were firing their huge guns. There were reports from rifle fire. There were fallen soldiers. Eli made another visit. Instead of a feeling of desire, I experienced intense, overwhelming sorrow. I was sitting in a crowd of people and I couldn’t suppress him. I had seated myself with the exit aisle to my left so I stood up to leave but, blinded by tears, I couldn’t take my first step. . Renee was seated to my right. I turned toward her but couldn’t see her. I waved my hand around. She had witnessed my previous déjà vu experiences so she instinctively took my hand to lead me down the bleachers. As my feet hit the ground an image of a man burst upon me and then it vanished to blackness. A few seconds passed and before I could process what I had seen a different image appeared to me. A few more seconds then another, and another. The images flashed so fast I couldn’t define what I was seeing. I saw a man’s face then realized that

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was the first flash I had seen. As Renee was leading me along these flashes continued until I realized they were repeating and there was a definite sequence. With each repetition I was able to define more details with each scene. I see the man again and this time I recognize the grin. It is Parker showing the same expression as when he was taunting Eli to cross the dancefloor. Now totally blinded by my mind’s eye, Renee kept leading me until she stopped me, backed me up until I felt a chair touch the back of my legs and I fell into it. Now I knew Eli was communicating with me so I tried to memorize his visions and the order. The sorrow and flashes stopped just moments after I seated. In a few more minutes my composure returned. With excitement, I was now certain Eli wanted to continue his story.

I felt Eli’s message was clear. I should focus on the first image of the repeating sequence which was of Parker, seated across from Eli at a little over arm’s length away. It appeared that Parker is laughing. I retreated to my quiet room to get the other essential ingredient – solitude. I formed the image of Parker in my mind with his open mouth smile. An hour went by with no results. It was so obvious that Eli wanted to communicate with me. Why is this not working? I questioned myself. Am I not forming the complete image? But my memory just does not provide a more complete picture. After a couple hours of concentration all I did was experience exasperation. I had spent many hours a few months ago with fruitless outcomes so I decided to give up again. Or so I thought because over the next few days I was haunted by Eli’s flashing images and I just could not shake it. I simply had to know what happened to Eli if it could be done. Rather than retreating to my quiet room I decided that I must take some kind of a different approach or I would get the same unproductive result. Then it hit me.

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When I had the ballroom image I had also used music. At the battle re-creation there was canon and gunfire in addition the visual stimulus to induce Eli’s return. I realized that I must provoke one of my senses in addition to mental imagery. Maybe I needed some audio in addition to Parker’s face. I just needed to get an Eli transmission started and it may trigger other memories such as those events at Kessler’s Pharmacy were acquired a result of the ballroom memory. I realized that it may be my mental state, not Eli’s, which prompted these experiences. There is one thing I knew about the next day for Eli - he was getting on a train and going to New York the next morning. If I can place Parker’s laughing face seated on a passenger train that is transporting soldiers maybe I can discover another Eli memory. The Internet supplied me with an audio recording made from the inside of a passenger car rolling down the tracks. I looped the recording of the train sounds so it would continue while shut my eyes to form my mental image. I could hear the sound of the locomotive and steel wheels rolling on steel track. I could hear the clack of the wheels hitting rail splices. I envisioned myself inside the car and placed Parker across from me. As I listened to the wheels clack and occasional locomotive whistle I found it strangely relaxing. I closed my eyes. I may have fallen asleep but was startled by Renee calling me for dinner. “Another fruitless effort,” I told her as we walked to the dining table. Later, when I went to bed, I closed my eyes and the sounds of the rails and whistle started playing in my mind. It turned out that this plan would be the last inspiration I would have to offer to Eli. He revealed his entire story to me in a series of dreams.

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