*#1-Begin :God Doesn’t Need A Starship [A true story about a strange life.] Copyright 2009 By David (XXXXX)

“Scotty, one to beam up!”

(From the original Star Trek]

By Gene Roddenberry

As I sit at a very old style electric typewriter in a Federal Prison library I’m reminded of how much technology has changed even in my short 55 years of life.

I remember when I was about five and my father brought home a large, brown box on four short brass tipped legs with a bulbous green glass window in the front. I watched fascinated as he set it up, plugged into a wall outlet and used a screwdriver to attach a ball with two long telescoping rods sticking out of the ball. The TV antenna known as “rabbit ears” for their long independent movement were positioned on the top of the box to obtain my first view of black and white television. As I recall the first thing we watched that night was a show called to the “Red Skelton Comedy Hour“. I may be remembering wrong because it may easily have been a show called the “Ed Sullivan Show“.

No matter what the show, that box became my new babysitter. I, like millions of other children, was brought up with the likes of “Leave it to Beaver”, “I Love Lucy”,.”Wagon Train”, “Gunsmoke” and so many more TV “shows”. Our family gathered , like many neighbors, every Saturday at meal time to share a family moment with “Saturday Night At the Movies.”

In other memories, I remember flying on an airliner which at the time was a silver plane with two propellers and large red letters on the tail TWA. I could walk to school an no one really thought about kidnappers.

Later, I watched as technology advanced to jets and rockets. That first step on the moon was a big day in my mind and the minds of the world. My mother was so taken by the event she audio recorded the event on her reel to reel tape recorder. Soon after that black and White broadcast from the closest world to our own, color television became the appliance of the well to do.

In my final year of high school electronic “calculators and computers” were becoming words in our language. My first year of college at Arizona State University introduced me to a hand held calculator called an HP 35 which cost me nearly $400! Today a $5 hand held has 1000 times the power.

Technology, in only 50 years, has changed around me to the extent that some of today’s technology would have seemed like magic to most people when I was five.

Yet for all of that rapid change it still pales in comparison to experiences I’ve had recorded in my mind regarding what is only today being accepted as theoretically possible. In fact, as I have related some of my experiences to trusted individuals … even they smile and simply say they believe that I believe my experiences occurred … while excluding my truth from their reality.

In my adult years of around 40, there was yet another feature motion picture on the “big Screen” in 35MM color, wide screen. Another Star Trek adventure starring Kirk and the crew of the starship Enterprise. This particular adventure was called the “Undiscovered Country”. Kirk and crew are hijacked by a Vulcan mystic who is searching for a place where God resides. God called to him by mental powers and guided him to the desolate place where “He” called home.

Long story short, Kirk eventually begins to think perhaps this crazy Vulcan knows something and that the planet they find at the far reaches of the galaxy is the home of God.

Near the conclusion of the flick a huge OZ  like rendition of a face speaks to Kirk telling him He needs the Enterprise to travel back to the inhabited part of the galaxy to help save all “his” beings.

Kirk, not to be fooled speaks one of my favorite all time lines regarding God or anyone’s idea of God.

 “Why does God need a Starship?” [ to travel anywhere?]

 Indeed! If one IS GOD … THE GOD … THE CREATOR OF EVERYTHING why would He need such archaic technology to communicate with his creatures?

Which leads me to an experience I had in 1987, September 17th at eleven o’clock in the PM. Here is a quote from a letter I wrote and made public in 1996 regarding that event. [ see next post] entitled The Letter.