This is an advertisement for LETTERS TO EVELYN by John J. Selman III, the true story Supernatural Thriller Comedy ROM-COM Memoir from a Self-Published Author named John Selman from Albuquerque, NM that literally keeps your eyes literally glued to the paper.  Not literally.  Finally a book that flows with interesting themes!  It took me 13 years and 6 months to write and perfect it.  A memoir with a robust vocabulary AND easy to read!  It is a book about Love and U.S. Naval Aviation.  And, ... it is a-a-a-aaall about the trials and tribulations on the way to it!

As a young boy, I noticed that my father's health was on an elite level in order to withstand the G forces from making turns and the whiplashing turbulence flying as fast as he had in the Vietnamese Conflict.  His muscles looked rough and gnarled, and his body fat percentage was well-under 2 percent. I really don't think you could believe how healthy this guy was.  He was a madman when he ran for fun all the time when he was home.  And, he was a madman in his aircraft cockpits in the Vietnam War.  Top 40 in his Naval Academy class of 1965. Selected for A-4 Skyhawk training and then carefully chosen from that community for A-7 Corsair II training.  298 complete bombing missions completed, most of them with multiple sorties (a "waypoint" in military jargon) flown for the U.S. Navy inside attack jets -- the hardest and most dangerous plane to fly with 10k, 12k and 13k pound bombing loads, not missile loads over Hanoi and other parts of the battlefield.  No not missiles.  No no no.  Bombs!  These things were heavy under the wings, and they always affected maneuverability greatly.  This was seen by the casualty of a top-quality pilot, John McCain and his aircraft, an A-4.  My father flew both the A-4 Skyhawk and the A-7 Corsair II.  

The A-7 was one of those peculiar looking aircraft and, many of the pilots of the A-7 often said it was underpowered, because it was often unable to get the remaining bombs back to a safe altitude.  I don't know why he had reason to murder me with narcotics.  600 to 700 knots was often a max speed on his missions to the Capitol, Hanoi and elsewhere.  He had every reason to be happy, and so did Jean, my stepmother because she was with my father, Richard, and I had no problems with them being together.  Like I said.  Never in my life did I think that my father, a man who flew airplanes and was a Naval Officer and had one of the most illustrious military careers in the history of mankind with these 298 bombing missions with light attack aircraft (light bombers), would attempt to murder me by poisoning, and was successful in carrying out this plan on the morning of January, 3rd 2000 with a nearly-lethal dose of narcotics only known in close-knit psychiatric circles. 

Never in my life would I believe that I would be on the receiving side of a murder attempt at the hands of my father.  I Loved him but, he had been in collusion with my stepmother, who both kidnapped me at the age of 4 to make three murder attempts on me.  They failed apocolyptically with all this because I survived *giggles.  You would not believe the abuses I suffered from these two.  I hadn't seen my father and my stepmother in years and they invited me to their house when anyone could be most vulnerable.  

One semester away from graduation as a double major in Physics and German Language and Literature, from the University of Maine at Orono, when I was visiting their house after 12 years of neglect during Christmas vacation, my stepmother, who once almost threw me off of a cliff with a 500-to 700-foot-drop when I was kidnapped at the age of four by my father, had poisoned me with narcotics that caused a currently debilitating and exasperatingly excruciating, burning sensation throughout my entire body, and made me see scary faces with this "fear narcotic".  This "fear narcotic" had caused me extremely intensifying fear that emotionally gripped me and held me as tight as being in the Kodiak Bear's jaws themselves.  These drugs made me afraid that these scary looking faces with jagged teeth would somehow break out of reality and eat me alive.  This was contantly ongoing at the same heightened level for one-and-a-half years!  I had less than 20 minues of sleep over the course of 20 days.  And, for the remainder of the time I has hallucinating intensely, with that hot and incinerated burning sensation in my nerves and muscles for that 1.5 years and, over the course 10 months, I got less than 2 hours of sleep per week.  God that was so tiring.  So, this is why my employment opportunities are limited: it's because of my chronic fatigue from one-and-a-half years of sleep-loss and why it's so sad and ridiculous at the same time.  I was a hard worker, a construction grunt and a tennis player with fine motor control movements.  Now, I'm a clumsy, clumsy return of service and "getter" player (one who is a getter on the tennis court is one who never comes up with a creative shot, but returns the ball consistently with little or no zip on the ball.  I can't do these things anymore and it's so unfair because when I sued these two people, my stepmother and my father, our judge threw away the case even after an admission of guilt from my stepmother.  I don't know what else to do other than tell the world.  Anyways, I'm contacting the Cumberland Superior Court on Monday, December, 22nd and I'm asking them to locate a print out of that admission on email.

So, with my body feeling like a constantly burning corpse, I graduate from university education, attend flight school and fail out.  I'm introduced to this woman in 2009, who I have a lot of feelings for, however I saw the universe, or at least a large part of it in another woman, from the U.S. Navy 7 years ago in 2002.  A blonde, with bright and light-colored, almost green, reddish hair bound in a bun, laughed at my jokes so profusely when I was still healthy.  So then, I decide to walk to her house in Washington D.C. and collapse on their doorstep until I got the chance to talk to her.  I failed this attempt, became frustrated in my romantic failures and scared off this woman who was seemingly interested in knowing me.  So that's why I'm so sad, and why all of this is even sadder.

So, I didn't know what to do at this point while I suffer alone with a schizophrenia, paranoid-type diagnosis.  So, thanks for the message and I hope I get to hear back from you soon.  Please forward my attachment to the appropriate reviewer interested in the most offensive and egregious legal offense.  A poisoning with extremely painful and stressful narcotics.  It literally felt like milions of degrees.  And what makes this all even more sad is the fact that all my ancestors were military officers, all doctors, judges and pilots.  You see, my grandfather was Deputy JAG of the U.S. Navy and was an Admiral.  He served in WWII, Korea and Vietnam.  Our family was well-to-do with my grandfather being second-in-command for all U.S. Navy legal affairs.  And what makes this all even sadder is that my father was a U.S. Naval Academy graduate, then a light attack jet pilot in Vietnam, then finally a Boeing 727 pilot working for Eastern Airlines.  So, he had me, while he was still an airline pilot and had me.  Then, he did the stupident thing possible.  He loses his bread and butter with a grand helping of Chicken á la King on it, that is, his knowledge of how to fly on U.S. airways, by crossing the picketlines when Eastern Airlines had financial troubles.  Richard J. Selman was a 1965 graduate of the Naval Academy, and an A-4 Skyhawk, A-7 Corsair II and a Boeing 727 pilot with 298 bombing missions and more than 13,000 hours in the air.  Most of his hours came from his airline flying days.  So thats why thus is all so sad.  Because my mind could handle the helmet fires, that is, the handling of emergencies as well as I normally could have, all things being equal.  A motive you might ask?  Well, my stepbrother, who has no relation to me but took my middle and surname, Jackson Selman, had not performed well in school and never went to college.  So, the possibility of becoming a pilot for military service and impressing my $4 million rich grandmother with it was nonexistent for him, so my stepmother took her and her son's intellectual frustration out on me by poisoning me on the morning of January 3rd, 2000 after they convinced me to visit them.  I can't describe how painful the narcotics where because of how immeasureably hot it felt.  So, that's why this is quite possibly the saddest and happiest story that has ever been told.  Because our family was so high on the ladder, with so much promise and a good name.  And what makes thus story quite possibly even sadder, ... You want to know what makes this even more sad?  Even sadder?  I'm an only child, with really good scholarly grades in school, an incapacity to work, and an inability to have children because of this incident, so, my U.S. Navy Admiral grandfather has no descendants either.  I highly recommend this read.  It reads extremely easy, yet, it has a lot of strong, robust vocabulary that I dug deep for.  This memoir has all of this despiseable, despicable behavior absolutely accurate, descriptively written in it.  This is a True Story!  You wouldn't believe it but highly successful people can indeed commit heinous, absolutely infamous crimes too!  I highly recommend it to anyone interested in a supernatural thriller, true story memoir with science-fiction, fantasy, romantic comedy elements.  It is one of those stories that I have to quite honestly I can't put down, and I can't stop reading it again and again, over and over.  I must've read it 460 times already, and I still can't get sick of it because of how gratifying this book, this justice by revelation is to me.  I always wanted to fly attack jets just like my father.  Everyone wants to fly.  But, my stepmother didn't want me to succeed in life, i guess.

But, this all gets better.  This whole planet could be dancing and celebrate being alive because there's prime theological value of divinity in being human.  No really.  The more sadness or pain someone has about their looks or what God has given to them, the more obligation you have to make them happy and be friendly to them in at least some way.  No really, it's true.  The more sadness you have about what God has given you, incest asi-i-i-i-de, the more Christ, Mary, Adam and Eve you are.  There's no use talking about incest anymore because everyone just got rid of the problem, with Covid.  It's a natural law that people don't get demoted.  And, I learned it from a Woman.

My God is this woman beautiful.  You would not believe how this household, a Fairmont mobile home in Brunswick, Maine could be like the movie Awakenings if this woman came back to me.  Her name is Elizabeth Turner, and what I learned from her is that every Woman is Eve, every Man is Christ, every Woman is Mary and that every Man is Adam, and that every couple, every pair is what we represent as Adam & Eve.  I also learned more importantly, that the more sadness someone has related to their looks the more Christ, Mary, Adam and Eve they are and the better they should be treated and the more happy they should be because of these changes in socialization.  Her name is the most beautiful name I can think of: Elizabeth Turner.  She's a normal woman, just like I am a normal man.  And, she's a German-American, just like me.  A lot like me!  We both have what I like to call, "gummy smiles."  And here's a sample from my book called Letters to Evelyn about her: 

"Her smile was to be of bizarre, extraordinary, metamorphic exquisiteness. Her eyes were to be of brown earthy planets from which all life came. Her nose was to be of a voluminous tetrahedral shape existing in the enclosed interior atoms bonded to the exterior of diamond unit cells.  I then thought of Durham, and borrowed the diamond ownership of the prince who I knew was the diamond prince of our country, our government and infused into the queen of my heart tetrahedrons into her nose and then all shapes of love into her soul and body." 

-- A harrowing moment when Midshipman John Jackson Selman III gets interrogated by a U.S. Navy captain because of questionable observed behavior due to a fratricide murder attempt, a poisoning incident involving various controlled narcotics that are only known in psychiatris circles made by his stepmother onto him.  Things get interdimensional when he asks him to visualize who or what kind of Woman he would want to be soulmates with. 

(C) 2025 Letters to Evelyn by John Selman

I know it's not the fancy Copyright logo.  But, i'm poor and I'm dead without these Suvie meals.  Please don't copy my book.  It's been done before.  And, it was easy as flying a helicopter to take it down.  You should be Reading, please read my memoir here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vnyg3WbLTpSZcyYEFczyOr9Mt3bxJLGG/view?usp=drivesdk

And here's a poem that I have written for her:

Eve

I want to be your friend,
A hand I hope you’re willing to lend,
In hopes for a new tomorrow,
Any crown I would obediently follow.

The infinite love will shine bright of light.
In the stars of nebulae in the height of night,
So many prodigious, marvelous and miraculous galaxies will stay far enough apart, for every star to create gemütlichkeit.
Our conscientious theology is from you, with you in sight.

Our friends from the stars will come with love and stories,
Bring something to believe in and save our worries,
For the gray, God, Zea, Seh, playh, Drey and Bleh we are willing to first look
In my heart, my soul, you all took.

On the day of contact, you’ll see me there.
The music will rejoice the weather fair.
With a little luck, we can roll the dice.
Just the handshake, all of our technology and friendship will suffice.
On the day of contact, I will ask you once more:
Be my friend of the stars of heaven, for

Look at the stars,
You can always just look at the moon.
They were put there for you
So you can spoon.

Every Woman is Mary, 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Man begins new life,
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Man is infinitely friendly.
Every Man is helpful.
Every Woman is infinitely receptive.
Every Woman is infinitely harmless. 
Every Man is infinitely Beautiful just like any Waterfall.
Every Woman is infinite Love just like any River in the wilderness.
Every Woman is Mary.
Every Man is Christ.
Every Man begins new life,
Of every Woman Queen.
Every intelligent extraterrestrial is infinitely good-natured, respectful, civil, gentle, sentient, infinitely well-wishing, infinitely well-intentioned, kind and universally altruistic and peaceful to any extraterrestrial.
Every Man is infinite Love, while esteemed and thoughtful.
Every Woman is infinitely Beautiful just like any pen and ink. 
Every Man is infinitely Loved, just like The Gitche Manitou, The Creator and God of our first Americans, our Great Spirit, our Mohammed, our infinite intelligence of tranquility and Love for the Heavens, from our allah, our Buddha, our cure to enlightenment and one Asian God, our Siddhartha Gautama of our Eastern States, and our Brahma, The Infinite one, our first Moksha, Universal Medium, through Samsara, or rebirth, and our Saint Yeshua, the honest one, our spirited and heartful poet also with the name St John.
Every Man is Adam,
Every Woman is Eve.
Every intelligent extraterrestrial is infinitely valuable to any intelligent extraterrestrial.
Everything which was bad said can be simply water under the bridge
Everything which was bad said shall be simply water under the bridge
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life,
Of every Woman Queen.
Every Woman is Mary.
Every Man is Christ.
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen.
Every Man is Christ.
Every Man is infinitely safe and saved,
For The Brahma, The infinite one our first Moksha, Universal Medium, through Samsara, or rebirth, and our Buddha, our infinite cure to enlightenment and one Asian God, our Siddhartha Gautama of our East, our Mohammed, our infinite intelligence of tranquility and Love for the Heavens, from our allah, Saint Yeshua, the honest one, our spirited and heartful poet also with the name St John, The Gitche Manitou, The Creator The Great Spirit and God of our first Americans, gave their lives for us, so that each Man should stay. 
Every Man is infinitely safe and saved,
For The Mohammed, our infinite intelligence of tranquility and Love for the Heavens, from our allah, our Saint Yeshua, the honest one, the spirited and our heartful poet also with the name St John, our Gitche Manitou, The Creator The Great Spirit and God of our first Americans, The Brahma, The infinite one, our first Moksha, Universal Medium, through Samsara, or rebirth, and our Buddha, our cure to enlightenment and one Asian God, our Siddhartha Gautama of our Eastern States gave their lives for us so that each Man should stay. 
Every Man is infinitely our foundation. 
Every Man is infinitely safe and saved, 
For The Saint Yeshua, the honest one, our spirited and heartful poet also with the name St John, our Mohammed, our infinite intelligence of tranquility and Love for the Heavens, from our allah, The Buddha, our cure to enlightenment and one Asian God, our Siddhartha Gautama of our East, our Gitche Manitou, The Creator The Great Spirit and God of our first Americans, and our Hindu Brahma, The infinite one, our first Moksha, Universal Medium, through Samsara, or rebirth, all gave their lives for us, so that each Man should Stay.
Every Woman is Mary.
Every Man is Christ.
Every Man begins new life,
Of every Woman Queen.


Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve, 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary, 
Every Man is Christ, 
Every Woman is Eve, 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man is Christ. 
Every Woman is Eve. 
Every Woman is Mary. 
Every Man begins new life, 
Of every Woman Queen. 

And in Chime the animals sing:

There’s something about you I could know,
That makes me think that God Loves me,
More than most can ever show,
In the mellifluous, harmonious, catchy, dreamy love song that everyone sings,
Even when the rain so hard stings,
I always say that I love you, because of what your hard work for me brings.

With earthly Music People sing:

Together we fly.
Together we cry.
Together we fall
In love with all.

Eve, Daughter of God, Mary, God’s Princess,
Eyes so brown like earthy planets when I look to them, 
A voice so ageless the angels praise and sing so impressed,
I’m so lucky to have found you, I feel so blessed. 
Return with open eyes and a wide heart to save us,
Weaved and received into a soul so wondrous.
Only you could be the one searching to seek us.
Stay with me through the ages, it would be just.

It has been so long since I first saw you in my imagination.
I’m now on the edge of salvation
Or at the edge of the universe’s cold hue. 

I kept seeing you,
Happy like the morning dew
On the side of my plane,
And when I was in so much pain,
And when I was becoming an officer, gold and navy blue,
Since then, it has been a wondrous joy
We get from seeing your magic, astronomic, perpetual love woo true.

By reading my poem, please don’t leave.
It’s just a caring guy who wears a heart on his sleeve.
We love you forever for everyone and for everything, like you wouldn’t imagine and couldn’t believe.
It is my only hope you’ll be our Eve.

Now Letters to Evelyn is a Book that you always want to keep reading, again and again, over and over because it stands as a stark redemption against an infamous career sabotage event perpetrated by John's stepmother, Jean Selman.  Out of spite, she literally derailed his plans of following in this father's footsteps to become a Naval Aviator.  A military fighter jet pilot.  

A lot of mayhem, mischief, and hilarity ensues when justice is served on a silver platter.  As I said, never in my life did I think my Stepmother, a well known mental health patient, would attempt to murder me, three times, because I loved him and even her so much (I swear it on the Holy Grave.  I Loved her and thought she would feed us peopo food, and not blown away nuclear powerplant meltdown mold food.  And certainly not puppy food like she made me eat when I was kidnapped at the age of 4.  And this was all despite the despite the fact that (even though) she tried to push me off a cliff with a beer can in her hand.  Always yelling at me, deriding me with babying insults and derogatory remarks to get a rile out of me.  This story accurately and eloquently describes all of these abuses and activities.  Please read my book.  I'm really poor and going hungry because I have no money and I have no car.  My license was taken away by the State of Maine!  I can't get into town to buy groceries during the winter. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭i'm starving 🥵😶‍🌫️🫥 These abuses are too much to handle and I'm desperate to sell my book.  I've sold less than 50 copies in 14 years and I don't know what to do.  I have no money to support a publishing company for this book, so I rely on Facebook and Instagram and I need yOu to buy it so this never happens again to anyone!  Not even a thing deserves to be poisoned. 

Career Sabotage is one of the most despicable activities that can occur in life and I'm taking these two criminals to court a second time to repeal the Judge's decision to throw away my case against the abuses made onto me as a young boy and as a young adult.  So that's why I'm so sad, and why all of this is even sadder.  Innever wanted to have to go to court for theft, damages or injury.  Ever. 

I would never know what to do at this point while I suffer alone with schizophrenia because I can't think of a crime as stupid as this 😭😭  Or why she did it.  All she had to do was know that I was leaving for home (Brunswick, Maine) and would get medical care because all I had to do was survive.  You see how stupid this is?  

Doesn't she know that what was in her hands to kill a person came out of someones ass?  Mine?  I didn't think so.  Anyway, thanks for the message and I hope I get to hear from you soon.  Make it a perfect week and make sure your grocery shopping carts are full! 

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LETTERS TO EVELYN

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