The earliest I can remember my grandfather is around the age of 6. I was always told he was a travelling rep for Sears Roebuck as I was growing up. When I was around 7, or 8 years old he came to live with us for a while, and being an inquisitive kid, I would always go fishing with him, and ask him what he did at his job. He would never elaborate, but would smile and say that his job changed alot, and he was always moving from location to location.
He was always showing me cool ways of doing things with electricity, and magnetics, using potatoes, sea weed, metal objects, wind, and other stuff the just fascinated me.
Looking back in time, I was surprised that I never asked my mom how a guy that worked for Sears Roebuck knew so much about science.
He was supposed to be with us for the whole summer, as my mom had been ill, and he didn't see my mom alot during her childhood either, so he was trying to make up for lost time I guess.
He went fishing one morning, and he wanted me to go, but being a kid I just got bored with all of the fishing, so I stayed at home. It wasn't long after he left, I got curious and started playing in the room next to the room he slept in. My mom was alseep, and my dad was at work, so I sneaked into my gramps room, and began looking at his stuff.
It led me to a brown document folder, stuffed with papers, and was tied shut with one of those strings that you wrap around a circular clasp on the other part of the folder. I unwound the string and began pulling out peices of paper. At the time, I had no idea what some of the papers had on them, but it was algebra, and trig, and other calculative comments I still to this day have no idea what they meant or represented.
I was in the midst of rummaging around and came across his tape recorder, and started listening to it. It was some kind of oral documentation on some type of electromagnetic test, or something to do with electricity, and magnets.
The next thing I know is he busted into the room shouting at me like I had set his room on fire, shouting 'Oh my God, Oh my God', and snatched me up, and took me outside.
He was physically shaken, and I was scared to death, as I didn't understand what I had done that was so bad. My mom was awakened, and came rushing outside, and was screaming at him asking what happened, and he took her inside, and I couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but my gramps said something that sent my mom into a frenzy, and she proceeded to run to the phone and call my dad, who worked in another town not far from us.
He was home real soon after that, and they all went inside, and made me stay outside, telling me to play.
I was still really upset, because I knew for sure that I was going to get the beating of my life by the apparent seriousness of me doing something bad. I listened in on the conversation as best I could from under the kitchen window, and my mom and dad were arguing with my grandfather about how to approach what I had, or may have seen, or heard in his papers.
My grandfather kept saying that I was old enough to understand, and my mom and dad were arguing about how it was too early, and they argued for what seemed like hours. I remember getting eaten up by mosquitoes, and had fire ants trying to bite me when they finally let me come inside.
My mom had gotten so upset that she had to take some medication to help her settle down, and my father who I had never seen take a drink in my life was drinking a beer with my gramps. I never really thought my gramps and my father were really close because the way my gramps absence in my moms childhood made her feel sad.
We ate dinner, and my gramps asked me if I wanted him to tuck me in. I asked if I was going to get in trouble, and he smiled, and said no, and that one day I would understand. My dad watched my gramps tuck me in, he hugged me tight for what seemed like 30 minutes, and the lights went out. When I got up the next morning my gramps was gone, along with all of his clothes, papers, everything.
I asked my mom were gramps was, as she stood in the kitchen making breakfast and she didn't answer, and after I asked a few more times, she turned to me in tears, and he's gone, and I don't know when he'll return... When the time is right we'll see him again, I'm sure.
That mental picture of my mom in that traumatic state burned into my soul, and is still there to this day.
I asked my mom over the years why gramps hadn't called, ya know, like on holidays, or to see the new addition to the family, my little sister, and she always had that sad kind of smile, and would always answer with I don't know when he'll return... When the time is right, I'm sure. It made me experieince alot of mixed feelings for a long time, because I felt that I was responsible for my gramps leaving again, which hurt my mom noticably, and I hated him for not coming back to make her happy again, and hated myself even more for causing it all.
I never saw my gramps again until 3 days before he died at our home 10 years later.
I came home from school (I was in my last year of high school now) and he was in my bed asleep.
To be honest, it scared the living hell out of me because I didn't recognize him at all. I started walking up on him, and noticed that something wasn't right with him in his physical appearance.
It was obvious that he had some form of cancer throughout his entire body.
My mom came up behind me and held on to me, and whispered into my ear, 'he came home to talk to you, and say goodbye to us'. I was rocked to the core, needless to say. I took mom out of the room, and began asking questions.
She told me that she didn't know where he had been all of this time, and that she didn't expect that she would ever know. She said that it was pretty obvious that his work had taken the life out of him, and he wanted to send the remainder of his time with us, and to tell me a few things he'd waited a long time to tell me.
I was mortified at the thought of the unknown words that were to come.
He didn't wake up for very long periods, and when he did, he was asking mom for another dose of morphine, and he would swiftly go back to sleep.
I think he knew that he was about to leave us, because he told my dad to take my mom out for dinner, and asked if I could sit with him while they were gone.
They left, and I sat next to his bed watching the ball game on tv. He grabbed my hand, and squeezed it, and proceeded to tell me that I grew up to be exactly the young man that he knew I would.
I pretty much lost it at that point, and broke into tears, and told him I was so sorry for making him go away, because I wish we had spent more time together. He shed a tear, and squeezed my hand really tight, smiled, and said:
"You didn't make me leave at all. I left so you and your parents could live a normal life. A life they never could have lived with my everyday presence. You were probably too young to remember, but you saw some things that could have changed your lives, and none of us wanted that for you.. not yet.. it wasn't time"
I told him I remembered some of the things that preceeded his leaving, and he said "Then I guess you have a few questions for then eh?" I nodded at him, and he said "I'll answer what I can, and I will not answer what you're not ready to know". I told him I didn't understand that, and he said "That's ok.. in time you'll understand clearly".
So I started by asking him if he was really a Travelling Rep for Sears Roebuck, and he shook his head no.
I then asked him if he was a spy, or government agent of some sort, and he looked me in the eyes, and said "I was never a spy".
I then said ok... so were you a government agent?.. He said "I was never an agent for the government".
I then asked if he had done work for the government, and he smiled, and said that he worked on things that major minds of all kinds were involved in.
I asked him if it was related to atomic weapons, and he said "No, but the science of one applies to many".
I laughed, and told him that I knew that there was no way in hell some guy that worked for Sears knew how to make potatoes, and seaweed generate power. He winked, and said that "In time you will know more about things than you ever thought were possible, beyond the wildest stretch of your imagination."
I laughed, and told him that I had a pretty big imagination, and smiled, and he said "Yes, and it will show you the way in time. Your creative mind will be a breath of fresh air to us all"
Needless to say, I was thinking by now that gramps was feeling the effects of the morphine or something, because I was at best a "b" average student in science, and most other curriculum.
So curiousity got to me, and I had to ask him what 'creative things' I was supposed to do.
He shook his head, and said "In time all things will become very clear, if you only look for the signs."
It wasn't what I expected him to say.. ya know... it wasn't outlandish or some huge grand answer, so I tried my damndest to get him to explain, and he got kinda pissed, and said abruptly:
"Don't seek to get the answers before the questions are ready to be asked! When the time is right, you will ask all of the questions again, and you'll recieve the answers you need."
I fell asleep sitting there next to gramps, and went to school the next day.
I came home after school, and my mom met me at the door, and told me that he was in and out of it pretty bad, and that she didn't know how long he had left.
I tried to sit with him some more that day, but it was really unbearable to watch, so I did what any high school guy my age, undr that kind of stress would do.. I snuck out to the garage, and rolled up a doobie. I know... no wonder I was a B average student. hehe
I ate afterwards, and looked in on gramps, but my parents were both in there with him, and he seemed to be coherent, but for some reason they didn't want me in the room, and asked me to go watch tv while they talked with him. I thought maybe the time had come.
I fell asleep on the couch after a while, and woke up to my mom nudging on me, telling me that I could skip school today, because gramps wanted to sit with me today. She pretty much made it clear that it was his last day.
So I went in and sat with him, and he asked me to lean over and give him a hug, so I did, and he gripped me pretty good, and told me he loved me, and that he always did, and he always would.
I told him that I wish we had been able spend more time together and he responded with "We'll meet again one day", and then me asked me to turn up the ball game, and while I had walked up to the volume knob on the tv, he had passed away.
I don't know how, but I knew before I took two steps away from him and towards the tv, the moment that he died, because it felt like someone had just grabbed my intestines, and twisted them into a double knot.
A few days later, after the funeral, my mom sat me down and told me that my gramps had left some items for me, and she gave me his watch, which on the back had engraved text that read "Ad vitam aeternam", which loosely translated means "for in time", "for infinity", or "for all time".
She also told me that she had something else for me from him, but she was not able to give it to me until she was instructed to. I told her ok, figuring it was some kind of trust fund, or something monetary. I never heard anything more about it until 15 years later, my 33rd year.
She called, and told me to check my mail, that week, and in it I found a key, with a note to ask the questions in my 40th year. I called her back, and asked what this key was to, and she said that her best guess that it was a security box of some sort, and that she was told to send me the key at 35, and to tell me that I would know where the key went before I asked more questions.
I was a little angry at this point, and asked her how in the hell did gramps know that her, myself, dad, or anyone would be around to get this damn key.
She paused for moment, and said that he always had a knack for things like that, and he said that I would too, in time.
I got out his watch and noticed that it had stopped, and I stared at it for a while, held onto it, and then put it on the dresser by my bed.
A couple of hours later I looked at it again, and got to thinking that I may have a watch battery laying around so I pulled the back off of it, and inside the backing plate was a series of numbers, which as far as I can ascertain are logitude/lattitude based.
I took part of my vacation this year and rode my motorcycle to northwest missouri, where the coordinates seem to be, and all I found was a large area outside a major city that was obviously in preparations of commercial development. The land is all being worked, and roads are already being made, and my GPS unit puts me smack dab on the edge of one of these unstarted development areas.
So, in the grand sceheme of things, I've been looking at things taking place over the last year, in science, technology, politics, and in any resoruce I can, because I can only believe that this time next year, or sooner, there will be a bank located at these coordinates, or storage facility, and I'm not honestly sure if I want to ask these questions I'm supposed to ask.
I'm a software programmer, not a scientist, and I don't understand any of this in a rational sense.
My lifes' work is based upon certain logics, and I can see no logic in some of the things I've come to hear, and experience.
I don't see how a key given from the past can open a safety depotit box, or storage unit from the future, but if it does..
What are the contents, and what are the questions I will derive from it all?
I've always tried to keep an open mind about science, and things involving science, and with that being said, some will make this whole John Titor thing out to be a hoax, while others place belief in it, I only know one thing, as I've been told most of my life.
The answers we all seek will come to us all, in time.
I'm not sure if I believe or not, but I do know that in 4 years, I will either have answers to questions that have plagued me for almost 2 decades, or I will have tormented thoughts for the rest of my life.
Personally, I think there may be others who have experienced similiar odd childhoods, and may have had some extraordinary experieince in regards to something like this.
In one way I think this whole ordeal has had some impact on me, causing over-imaginitive processes to take over in my brain, but I also think that our world is building up to some climactic point, and I think many of us born between 1940, and 1990 are involved in some way shape or form to predesigned events not yet known.
Am I a raving lunatic, or am I just still seeking answers to questions yet unknown?
