A Brief History of Felson

Well, I am very grateful to all of those who have shown your support to my blogsite thus far.  I want you to know that there will be plenty of  very interesting topics that I will wish to cover, so please, do come back again...and again....and keep coming back, because I promise you will not want to miss out on a chance to redeem yourselves in the face of the possibly coming Apocalypse.

Having said that, I was born in an ashram in India back in 1981.  My parents were practicing acetesim at the time, and so I was boarded up on a plane and sent straight to the USA.  My grandparents, Pappy and Mammy, are the only parents I've known.  I love them dearly and all of the advantages that their massive wealth have afforded me.

I did a lot of travelling as a child.  Most of it was spent in orphanages.  It was here where I realized that I was better off than just about every single other person I had ever come into contact with, save a few of my other very well to do friends.  It was there where my grandparents forced me to interact with the orphans, and it was there where I learned that I had the ability to connect to the common man.

I started school at the relatively late age of 8.  I did not say a word in fact until I was 5 years old.  At that point I could not be shut up and was immediately whisked into a world of fancy I like to call LITERATURE.

I read voraciously for three years and then my grandparents broke down and allowed me to join a school...a "special" school.  It was there that I learned that I was autistic.  At first I was really excited about this, but then I also found out that I was mostly deaf, and that I had thought I was to be attending a school for the artistic.  To my chagrin, I was mistaken.  This would be the last mistake I ever made.

After struggling for many years I succeeded in defeating autism permanently, and as a result gained almost 100 percent of what a normal human beings hearing should be.  It was then I attended High School, and then moved on the College.

After graduating College in 2001, roughly 10 or 11 years after I had started school in the first place-don't forget, I was wisked away by men in suits and that is when I realized there are things behind the scenes that nobody really has any bloody idea about.  I will get more into this at a later time.

A lot has happened since I was exposed to what I will just go ahead and term "the League", and a lot is sure to happen in the next couple of years.
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The first thing I want to really talk about is the self.  It is of utmost importance that you know who you are.  If you do not know who you are, then what do you really know in the first place?  How do you find out more about yourself?  I don't know...maybe you could start by asking yourself "who am I?"

Once you have asked this question, you will undoubtedly have many restless nights.  You will look in the mirror and wonder if that is what other people see.  You might even start hating yourself.  And for a lot of you, you probably should.  Hate yourself, that is.  Probably not YOU, because you are reading this and you obviously have vast intelligence and sophisticated taste.  But once you ask who you are, you have set yourself on a path to finding...yourself.

Chew on that for a while, and then I will get back to you.  And perhaps when we meet again, you will know a little more about yourself.