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Part 1 -- Sub Part 3
"1979" / 1979westbrook.com


Part 1 of "1979" covers the circumstances and events of only one day in my life, from Thursday morning to Thursday night March 22nd 1979. -- It takes place in Portland and West Slope, Oregon -- Part 1 of "1979" is comprised of Sub Parts 1 through 3.

 

Debating If I Should Return To Work At The Portland Hilton
-- This Only Hours After The Near Fatal Elevator Incident
-- I'll Gamble One More Day There To Look For Other 'Slip Ups'

 

Sub Part 3 of Part 1 also describes how I spent the evening and night going over the circumstances and events of elevator incident at the Portland Hilton earlier that day, the recurring dream which had been disturbing my sleep and invading my waking hours, during what was then the past week, since the middle of March 1979.

I also spent hours there in my darkened livingroom, where I sat in mostly stunned silence, as I debated in my mind as to whether or not it would be safe for me to return to the Portland Hilton the next day.

The more I thought about it, I wondered just why in the hell I should even want to return to work at the Portland Hilton, as it was only the sound of floor bell and the elevator doors opening to my floor, and the hotel corridor filled up with my fellow co-workers, then returning from morning break that kept me from being attacked.

I finally decided that whereas the job that started at the Portland Hilton in mid-February 1979 were apparently the last part of the 'Plans For Me Up North', that were inadvertently revealed to me a friend's home in the woods near Callahan, California on July 25, 1975 and was followed only 24 hours by my 'friend' Greg's near fatal stabbing at the 'Callahan Days' music festival the next night -- I figured that it was probably safe for me to the next day, as this was Friday March 23, 1979, the end of my work week.

I could only surmise that what with all the years of preparation to set me up as some kind of 'patsy' at the Portland Hilton, that the intel and military puppet masters then setting me up at the Hilton would no doubt want the weekend to confer with one and other before putting through orders to kill me.

This being the case I decided that I would spend at least one more day at work at the Portland Hilton to see what else might turn up. --Things would be very different the following week and my odds of getting out there alive would be considerably less, if not zilch if I reported to work at the Portland Hilton on March 26, 1979.