Dear Emily and Meg, Here is absolute proof in the above photo that you had "doubles" who tried to destroy me - even throwing me out of a helicopter. Most of them were criminals. Some were men - some were murdered. I miraculously survived the plunge because of intertwined branches which supported me for a few seconds at a time and then snapped off. To their utter dismay I was standing on my feet when "Mr Brown Pants" came to take my body away. "Aw, you're still alive!'' he stated in sadness. "He must have soft landed" said another gangster. They then gave me respect and one of them drove me back to Staten Island. Unfortunately there was Katrina and a Jennifer and a Meg Tilly double on board the helicopter. It was some time in "Spring - Summer" of 1986 that I was brought to Upstate New York so that Katrina could have her revenge on me. I was asked to step out on the landing pad at gunpoint. Mr. Garofalo then took you by the neck at gunpoint "This is your sweetheart - Now you can watch her die!!" You tried to hold on but down you went. Although I had asked him to hurt me rather than you I do not think that your double survived. I was asked to step off the landing pad on to a branch of a tree which was at a right angle to a very thin tree trunk. The helicopter was hovering dangerously close to the treetops which looked like weeds standing still in a field but we were hundreds of feet up. "We cannot stay at this altitude near the trees - it is too dangerous" said the pilot. They threatened the pilot saying "Stay here and don't move away!" I was asked again by "Mr. Barbados" at gunpoint to step out onto the branch. A shot rang past me so I stepped onto the branch and hugged the treetop. It held for about twenty seconds and then snapped over like someone on top of a masthead that was fagile and snapped off. I saw the blue sky and clouds for a moment then fell into a comfortable sleep. I was inebriated and thinking that God will take care of the situation. It was unknown how long that I had been actually sleeping but seemed like only a few minutes. When I awoke I was laying comfortably between branches. I turned my head to see what time it was on my night stand when they snapped and I plunged toward the branches below grabbing the tree trunk sliding and grabbing for my life and ended up standing on a branch about two hundred feet up. Holding on to another branch with my hand I noticed that the branches below were like rungs of a ladder. I decided that I must get down some how so I proceeded to step down toward the next branch when down I went being bumped and stabbed and poked for tens of feet at a time. Wedged again between branches for a moment and then flying face down toward a large branch landing on my abdomen and groin - now in great pain - a fellow staring up at me from about forty feet below. I tried to keep hugging that branch when I slid around it falling face up from the earth landing on my back. The pain was extreme for about five seconds and was suddenly gone. The same fellow staring at me on the ground when I suddenly leaped on to my feet somehow miraculously unharmed. "What did you fall?" "Yes, I fell!". His companions now stepping out from behind trees and bushes embarrassed and scared. Mr.Garofalo himself must have had a double because he was suddenly on the ground himself and no longer in the helicopter. "He must have soft landed" said the man who watched me fall to the earth. Although it seemed like a stunt from a movie these people meant to kill and people were being killed. A sheriff sort of looking half like "Wally Cox" and "Parakeet Head" began to arrest some of them - questioning them about how I fell. "It was a simulation" they said. "Then how come all those branches are broken up there if it was a simulation!'' They were speechless. Earl Morwhine decided to give me a ride home but we were detained by the Sheriff for a moment. He asked me what happened. "I was in a helicopter and they made me step out at gunpoint". What about Meg? I suddenly remembered. "What happened to Meg? Did she make it?" I asked a fellow named "Darcy" who I knew from high school and from the Barbados Paradise. "She was found crushed to death down that path!" he said. "Take me to her". It looked like it could have been a real body wearing the same dress as in the helicopter - black with a white collar - laying as if a car had run over her. It looked like the same dress she wore in the last scene of her movie "Masquerade". This seems like a fantasy concocted by myself but the story is true. Although it cannot be you Meg! Why? Because recently she is wearing a full figure in a play called "Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf " up in Victoria "Flanada". Some had given their lives for her - even myself. Did you know about all the danger and threats Meg? The Sheriff wanted me to go the hospital but I told him that I was fine. The full impact had not yet hit me and it became forgotten for twenty five years - until about a week ago. I do not know if the photo above is the same one who was found dead on the path but it cannot be the real Meg. That photo is dated "June 11th, 1984." You - Emily were born a month later - "July 8th,1984". Does she look eight months pregnant in the photo? No! This is absolute proof that you - "Meg" had doubles! Until my next letter, Love John Moreno...... EMERGENCY FOOT NOTE!!!! Dear Meg, Widgett Stanz himself was thrown out of the same helicopter on another date in 1986 (One nation under God for...). I was not there when it happened but Jimmy Young Blood and Earl Morwhine showed me his body laying on a path and he seemed to be flattened wearing a black robe with a snake on it. They were making fun and calling him "Mashed Barbados".
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