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One weird experience. On December 9th 2009

I begin this blog website first with the following.


A conversation I engaged in with a gentleman named bill.





Worded as follows.


“”””Studying intriguing memories.

And the interesting brain of a geometrical man.


On my dad’s 84th birthday?

I believe?


On April 22nd 2014 AD.


My uncle Wilbur decided to surprise dad by driving his new car to London Ontario Canada to celebrate my dad’s birthday in person.


Now?


If I recall the time correctly ?

I was visiting dad at his residence at 202 mcnay street and I had arrived at dads place at 11:19 am.


And dad made me a tea.


But my visit at that time was short.


Because uncle Wilbur showed up.


I was surprised to see him.


And dad headed out for a nice birthday gathering at the mandarin restaurant I believe.



Aw yes.


And 


I believe it was around 12: 12 in the afternoon on that date when they went to uncle Wilbur’s car to go meet everyone at the restaurant.


Meaning aunt Sandra uncle rensa aunt Ann aunt Margaret and aunt Alice.


At this point in time I noticed something.


Uncle Wilbur tried his best to give the keys of his new car to my dad.


Insisting that my dad drive to the restaurant.


And uncle Wilbur insisted.


I saw it.


But?


Dad still said “‘ no.”’


We don’t do that.


Wilbur.


You drive.



It intrigued me how quickly uncle Wilbur did what dad said.



I didn’t say anything though.


I just wished everyone a nice time at the restaurant and then I watched them drive off.


Telling my dad I would try to come back with a beer for him in the evening.

Which I did.



Later on that evening I drank up a storm with dad.


And we had fun.


Talking.


Because it was my dad’s birthday.


Nothing too surprising about that.


I stayed for a couple hours and talked with dad.


Mostly talking about stuff.


A little friendly yelling about religious beliefs.


But mostly calm happy talking.


Now?


For the record?

Now


I get to the point of why I bring 


this story up.


At a certain point in the evening I decided to ask my dad a very specific question.


What was that question you ask?


Well?


Simply this.


“‘ Dad? “‘ I said, “‘ why is it that you refused uncle Wilbur’s kind gesture to let you drive his new expensive car to the restaurant for your birthday?”’


And pretty much my dad’s response was simply this.

Same thing he said to his brother Wilbur.”’



“‘ no Kerry. We don’t do that.”’


So I argued a bit with dad about that.


And said, “‘ is that really an answer ?

Dad?


Was it polite to refuse Wilbur’s gesture there??”


But my dad just shrugged off the question and said , no.


I don’t do that.


So I went quiet about it.


And we talked about other things for a bit.


But then I decided to bring it up again.

And 

In a friendly way I said this.

To dad.


On

The subject.


“‘ Dad?


You drove your neighbours car once when he asked you. Right?


So?

If your neighbour “‘ Joe”’ had asked you to drive uncle Wilbur’s car at that time would you hsve?”’


And my dad said “‘ no.


Then?

I decided to go through a list of people.

For fun.



And I mentioned a lot of people.


Just for fun.


My dad said no to every name I mentioned.


Including the prime minister of Canada at the time and the pope.


Then I decided to present what I believed to be the ultimate test to such a question.


I said to dad “‘ Dad?

What if Jeff had asked you to drive that car at that moment in time?

Would you have?”’


Now?

At that point?


I was positive my dad was gonna say “‘ yes.”’


Because he always listened to Jeff.


That was important to him.


But to my surprise?


Without hesitation?

My dad’s response was bluntly said “‘ no Kerry.”’


No one could make me drive your uncles car at that point.


Do you understand?

Kerry?”



And so I shut up .


At that point.


And thought about it.


For a minute.


I had gone through a huge list.


And dad had said no to every name I mentioned.


Even uncle rensa.


Which sort of surprised me too.


Sooo I was quiet.


For a bit.

While we drank wine.



Then?

Out of the blue?


For some reason ?

I remembered a name.


Why I forgot that person to that point?

Was beyond me.


But yeah.


I had forgotten one person in my dad’s life that I failed to make an enquire of.



On such a question.

So I said , “‘ wait a minute?

Dad?

I forgot someone.


And my dad looked bored.


And said “‘ uh huh.”’


Sure.

Kerry?

No one you can mention here will make me say that I would have driven uncle Wilbur’s car if they had asked me to today.


Okay Kerry?


So you’re wasting your time pursuing the matter.”


So?


I looked at dad and said “‘ really?”’


Okay dad.


What if uncle Klaus had asked you to drive Wilbur’s car at that moment in time.?


Would you have driven it then?”’


At that point?


My dad’s response was went silent.


For about a minute.


He just stared at the dining room wall.

Very quietly.


Maybe it was two minutes?


Straight.


He was thinking.


Finally he didn’t even look at me.


He just said.


“”’ if KLAUS had told me to drive the car?


I would have.”’



Now?


Isn’t that interesting?


I went through a huge list of people too.


Before I got to klaus.


Including dad’s wives and the queens of England and the Netherlands.


Dad said “‘ no”’ to every name I mentioned.

Very bluntly and sternly.



But interestingly he went totally humble when I

Mentioned his brother Klaus.


“‘ wow?”


I thought.

Did klaus ever have an influence on my dad.


I thought that was so intriguing.



I literally thought that was so very intriguing 



I’ve written this letter in memory of eight brothers.


Gone now.


But not forgotten.


1.

Klaus linker.


2.

Jannes linker.


3.

Johan linker.


4.

Gerrit linker


5.

Fuckee linker.


6.

Lute Linker.


7.

Rensa linker.


And 

8.

The youngest brother 

Wilbur.



Survived by their four sisters.


Sietzke Alice Ann and Margaret.

Gone.

Now.are the eight brothers.



But always loved in Jesus and not forgotten.

Blessings to all eight brothers.


Rest in peace in Jesus.

That was my first statement to a man named bill on such a matter.



To which Bill respectfully says, “””That’s sounds interesting eh?”’

And to that statement 

I respectfully said ‘“””””yes.””””


Well? But. 

Bill?

What was most interesting?

It was how my dad was telling me no one could persuade him to drive uncle Wilbur’s car.


And I did patiently go through a list.


Before I mentioned Klaus.


Including every sibling he had in this life.


Plus I mentioned the pope and the king of Scotland and many other people too.


Dad just shrugged them off .


Saying to me thry couldn’t have even paid him money to drive Wilbur’s car that day.


I forgot to mention Klaus though at first⚡️.


When asking my dad that question.


And I really don’t know why?


I just simply forgot to mention Klaus at first☄️


O well.


My dad was certain I couldn’t mention anyone who could persuade him to drive Wilbur’s car.


He seemed positive of it.


Thats what he said.


Then I remembered uncle Klaus.


I forgot uncle Klaus at first.


I don’t know why?



But when I finally asked dad if he’d have driven Wilbur’s car if Klaus asked him to?


What got me?


What I found interesting?


How he became quiet.


For a couple minutes ☄️



Staring at the wall.


Staring .


Quietly.


For at least a minute.


Maybe it was two or three minutes.


Just quiet.


A calm serious stare.


When I mentioned his brother Klaus.


Very intent stare.


I wonder what was going through his mind?


As he stared calmly and quietly at the dining room wall.


When I mentioned klaus’es name.


Finally?


After calmly quietly staring at the wall for about three minutes.


My dad calmly said , “‘ he’d have driven the car if Klaus asked him

To.


Thats after my dad insisted I couldnt possibly mention anyone alive at that point who could persuade my dad to drive uncle Wilbur’s car. 


But we have to remember…

Uncle Klaus ?


My cousin bills dad?


Klaus was dads only older sibling.



The conversations that Klaus and dad would hsve?


Over the years?


Bill?


I can barely describe them.


You had to witness it.


To believe it was true.


That people could talk

That way.


Not really bad .


Just weird conversations .


That somehow made sense.


It’s almost impossible to describe.



You never could compare such conversations to anyone else’s conversations.


They were a joy to listen to 


🌟💥☀️🌏 And they really liked talking to each other⭐️.

And when the conversation was intense.


My dad and uncle Klaus?

They’d end each sentence with a brief key specific phrase.



That phrase ?”


It was simply this.



“””””YOU SEE????””””



Bill?


If you heard them

Talk?


You’d realize what I’m saying☄️.


It was fascinating to listen to…


🪐✨🔥💫⚡️🌪️ Their conversations were fascinating to listen to.

They were so intense sometimes that 

I was afraid to interrupt them. ⛅️🌔🌙 But I didn’t mind.


I liked listening to them

Talk.””””””””””””



I said those words to a friend named bill.

Recently .


To which words bill responded with these words, 


“”””


I bet they had some 🐣wonderously super sensationally🐝  great conversations. 🐒




🌎absolutely wonderous conversations is what they had bill.


Totally divinelynwonderous.

In fact.


But hold on now?



Wait?


Bill?



Cousin bill is the one I told you was murdered.

And the police did nothing.

Before he was murdered though?


About three years before?


My dad saw bill outside the Richmond hotel.


And my dad said to his nephew , “‘ can I buy you a beer bill?”’


And bill said back , “‘ I would love that uncle Jim!”.


So my dad said they went into the bar and had a great time.

Despite the fact a bunch of fights and  a bar room 

brawl broke out while bill

And dad were drinking at the Richmond that night.


Dad says bill wanted to fight and get involved in the shanty but dad told him not to.



Dad claims someone whipped a bottle at bills head that smashed into pieces behind bill.


Dad also said the brawl started when a guy behind my dad reached over my dads head to crack some other guy in

The head with another beer bottle!


So I says to dad, “‘ i drank with you at the Richmond many times.


Why didn’t fights break out in Richmond bar when I drank with you?


Dad?!



lol!


lol!



🌕☄️ lol fun night “‘



🌈⭐️🌥️bill exclaims !



To

Which I reply,  


Just a crazy night all around!


But just for the record?


I quess I kept my dad under control !


No fighting when I was there?!


Okay!


Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!


LOL!”””



Only when my cousin Billy and my dad go drinking together do the Linkers go ballistic!


Yeeeeee-haaaaaaaa!


lol!



But ya see?

That’s the thing too.


My dad would fight.

If he had to.


But Klaus was against violence completely.


That was part of the reason why listening to a conversation between them on what Jesus says regarding violence?


In alignment to many functions of the bible?


Bill?


I can’t even describe it.


It was interesting .


In fact it was wonderous.


Blessed be the wonderous God for granting such wonders to take place.





Now I feel this information here below is probsbly logical to forward in writing at this conjecture in time regarding this blog.

Website.


And I choose to word it as follows.

Evaluating.?

Summarizing.


Studying.


Regarding jannes linkers second spouse in this life?


I feel the following is appropriate to relate.


Out of respect 

 Just for the appropriate sake of record.


I feel this needs to be stated.

Out of respect.

I hsve not told this true story to many.

Yet I feel it mete and right to relate this story here.

And now.



When my mom died ?
On December 9th 2009?
At around 3:19 am?



That night?


I left my dad’s residence at 202 mcnay street near Victoria and started walking home to my downtown apartment.



And as I hit the corner of Victoria and mcnay I noticed it was a clear night .



But no stars were out.

I thought that was a little strange.

no one was outside in the cold weather. 



Except me.




I proceeded to walk up Victoria street towards Adelaide .

And then, something. A bit weird happened.




I glanced upwards and 
Immediately I noticed a very bright star way way way up in the sky.




I thought it was weird how bright this star was.



So I decided to watch it a bit while walking.




And I noticed something.





It was🌟 slowly descending to earth .
Heading right towards me.




I’m prettty sure it took about a minute.

But yeah…




It descended right to me til it actually hovered right over my head.

The interesting thing?


Regardless of where it was in the sky?



It remained the same size in stature.

Or rather size and diameter.

In every way.

It definitely stayed in star form.

It was nothing else physically .

As far as I could see.
Albeit 
It was kind of difficult to see how many tips the star had.

I thought I counted seven points.

Or maybe eight or nine.

It was very peaceful.

Serene.

It just hovered over me.

And I felt a very peaceful calm spirit.



I’m pretty sure it hovered over my head about oooo I would say only twenty feet away from me or rather above my head and straight to the right of where I was standing watching it near the sidewalk near that school at Victoria street and mcnay street…




Just peaceful .
And serene.




I knew it was watching me.

Though it didn’t say anything.

And neither did I.



It stayed shining and hovering directly over my head for about a minute.

And 
The whole vision lasted for I’m pretty sure about three minutes.

Then, just as soon as the star appeared ?

It very slowly peacefully calmly ascended slowly back up into the sky.



Until it was high up in the sky where it was when I first noticed it appeared.

Which is strange.




Because when I first looked up?

There was no stars at all.

Then?

That star appeared out of no where…

Only thing different about its ascension?



I noticed there was another star hovering with it when the star reached the top of the sky again.

The star was never in humsn form.

It looked like a star.

But I always assumed it was mom.

Who else could it hsve been.

My mother just died that morning.

.farewell mom.

I said.

I’ll see you on the other side when my time comes.

I said to the star quietly and lovingly.


🔥✨🌟💥⚡️🌪️☄️🌈⭐️💫🪐🌏🌟💥✨🔥☀️🪐✨🔥💫⚡️🌪️⛅️⭐️☄️🌈☃️❄️🍎🌤️☀️💥🌟🌏🪐✨🔥🌤️💫⚡️🌪️⛅️🌍🌔🪐💫⭐️☄️⚡️✨✨⚡️✨🌟💫☄️🌈🌪️🔥💥


To the reader.

I now turn Notch in this writing and say this.

The following words?

And information?

I addressed to my sister


 recently in this life.

Now 

I feel such information is noteworthy worthy to list and address in this website.


So on that note , copied and pasted , I list it as follows.

Here .


You know… Winnie?

mom told me once she was born in portugual.
So 
I thought she was Portuguese for a while.

Meaning the country of portugual .


mom told me she was born in the Dutch town called poortugual .

But when she told me that?
She failed to indicate that it was a Dutch town:

She just said she was born in portugual.

So I thought she meant the country of portugual.

But dad told me later that mom was born in holland.

So I argued with dad about it and told dad he didn't know mom was Portuguese…

When dad told me portugual was a small village in Rotterdam I was next to shocked.

Mom didnt clarify that.

I
Think my mom
Enjoyed toying with me on that one.

Was she toying with me?

And I didn’t know it?

I don’t know.


🫨🦭🤗🐟😱🦈😃🦑😁
Anyways 
I tried to tell dad that he was crazy .
Because dad was telling me mom was born in holland.

But I kept telling dad mom said she was born in portugual.


Mom didn’t tell me Portugal was a small village  in Rotterdam .

And technically a town itself.

Man , dad must have had a good laugh out of that one.

I insisted to dad that mom
Was Portuguese.

And dad laughed and laughed and laughed at me.

So I bet him  twenty dollars mom was Portuguese…

I was sure I was gonna win
The bet too.

And when mom told me the truth that she was Dutch I realized dad was right.


Mom
Said she was born in a town called portuguaal.

In holland.

So mom said dad was right.
Parents like to play with their kids.

In weird ways.

Dont they?

On
That note.

Yeah.
That’s right.

There I was insisting to dad that his wife he was married to was Portuguese.

And dad laughed and laughed and laughed at me when I said that.

And I stared at him amazed that he would laugh at me about that.





One weird experience. On December 9th 2009

I begin this blog website first with the following. A conversation I engaged in with a gentleman named bill. Worded as follows. “”””Studying...