Hi! I'm so new to this blog posting thing. I really don't know what this stump, or what this platform can do. I recently created this website because I suffered one of the worst incidences of career sabotage in history. I was poisoned with a nearly lethal dose of military grade chemical warfare psychological warfare weapons synthesized by a professional black-market narcotic chemist. Yeah. 😭😭😭 Yeah. 😭😭😭 Yeah. 😭😭😭 i need an online hug and smooch, or at least a conversation with someone. It's that bad. Oh my God am i crying so profusely. it is that bad 😭😭😭 It's also that sad too for a hardworking student, academically first in his class in college, and who was a professional visual, old-school medium (pen and ink, graphite, watercolor, oil painting, charcoal, colored pencil) artist. I hadn't touched a computer for my artwork. It was all hard-nosed, gutsy brushstrokes. And, many of my artwork pieces had been considered professionally done. But, I can't do anything anymore, not even in my own house. I am now debilitated, disabled and hospital-bed stricken. I absolutely had to write a memoir called, Letters to Evelyn by John Selman about it because I didn't want it to happen to anyone else. So go ahead. Before we make things too complex with what's written here, I would like to ask if you can Read my book with one of the links in this post (it is labeled and you have to scroll down). This is a major exposè. You Would NOt BELIEVe how I was abused and nearly-lethally poisoned with grisly, highly classified narcotics that is only known in psychiatric circles. I'm crying profusely right now just thinking about my family on my father's side. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Remember you can always trust a kindhearted former U.S. Naval Officer, so, I hope you can trust me. I'm only trying to help if you need it. I wrote this book for you, and I also wrote this book for the earth. If you don't feel comfortable with viewing this write-protected Google Drive file for Letters to Evelyn [it is (C) Copyrighted, however you can by all means share the link with all of your friends], you can buy it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Google Play and share this heartwarming and fast-flowing, easy-to-read novel with everyone! I am absolutely just sure they will absolutely Love reading this Supernatural Thriller Memoir again and again, over and over. So send this link to all your friends, and they'll fall into a hysterical stupor once they read the last chapter. Just tell them that this book is funny because of the embarassing details about failed murder attempts. my father and my stepmother making attempts on my life, solely because I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps and become a pillt. Just say that it was written by a U.S. Naval Officer who graduated first in his class and there are were some extremely jealous people in his family imat the time. The humorous way this all plays out is just unforgettable, epic and prolific by writing this perfect diamond crystal of a memoir. And there are a lot of survival techniques in theya. I'm a Mainer, so I hear this English dialect all of the time. I hope you're all still listening because there's so much more to say about these two worms.
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 with spiteful motives. I thought she had abused me enough when they kidnapped me. It was an unruly entanglement. I thought she completely had enough of abusing me anmfter not having seen them in 12 years. Boy, was I wrong. They had been in collusion with each other against me, to drive me away from my only-child-birthright to my $4 million inheritence from my grandmother. They were the ones who tore me from my mother's arms in a mobile-home park in Brunswick, Maine at the age of 4 in 1980 and I should've known that. I admit. My mistake. I shouldn't have eaten the poisoned breakfast that she threatened me with my life to eat. 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 suddenly, just before graduation, I receive an urgent invitation to their house in upstate New York after 12 years of neglect during Christmas vacation 2000. I did have memories of egregious abuse made onto me by my stepmother, who once almost threw me off of an expert climbing path with a 500-to 700-foot vertical drop. However, I thought they had gotten this out of their system when I was younger. That egregious abuse of trust was an incident that happened in the spring of 1980 when I was kidnapped at the age of four by my father. And, because they had poisoned me with such a large amount of these classified psychological warfare narcotics (weapons, ... these things were weapons), I currently have debilitating chronic fatigue from the "pain narcotic" in this motley mess of misery, which caused me this exasperatingly excruciating, burning sensation throughout my entire body for a year-and-a -half. And this incident also made me constantly see scary faces for 19 months that I see to this day. This was 25 years ago and I'm still seeingnthings from the hallucinogens? I still suffer from chronic-fatigue to this day because of the narcotic she added to the mixture of malice in my food to cause my body to feel like it was burning for one-and-a-half years. Years!
The "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, clutzy 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). But, I haven' played in a long time so I forgive myself. However, 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 had to graduate from University education, maintain my reputation, and my academic and physical performances and attend U.S. Navy flight school. I wanted to fly jets like my father.
So, eventually, I graduate from The University of Maine with a Bachelor's Degree in German Language and Literature with two academic minors, Economics and Naval Science, and then attend flight school with all these drugs in my system. The narcotics had full effect for 10 months and 1 day and had partial effects on my nervous system for one-and-a-half years. Years! Now, I still could think, even though my body was in such pain from the burning sensation. However, I have an amazing alright career where, I literally had nothing left to prove at the end of it. I've had steep approaches in both helicopters and airplanes from literally thousands of feet, from a 6000 foot altitude with an 83° approach angle for the fixed-wing T-34C Turbomentor and with a 90-91 degree angle from 1000 feet for the rotary-wing TH-57C Sea Ranger. Steep approaches for the TH-57B/C are dangerous because the main rotor system has the tendency to induce vortex-ring state on the edge of the rotor disk. As the helicopter falls vertically too fast under pilot command, there exists the tendency for the main rotor system to "re-circulate" the air passing through the main rotor system and exiting through the main rotor disk to travel beneath the aircraft. But because of the region of low-pressure above the main rotors, the air has nowhere else to go except back towards the low-pressure region on top of the majn rotor system. It really is a region of low pressure air (suction) on top of the helicopter, because the atmosphere is what lifts and the lifting-force has to come from somewhere. The lifting-force comes from the air. And with the T-34C Turbomentor, I performed an 83° nose-down Sarajevo Approach onto Elgin AFB with a sustained and extended eighty-three degree nose down attitude on the dive and with maximum allowable aeronautical gravity uniformily almost exceeded on the wings and tail on the recovery. Oh my God, was that maneuver so negative. You know how in Star Wars: A New Hope when they attack the Death Star, the older flight leader has his lip curled just before he hit the surface? That's how we look.
So, I failed out of flight school and became a Disabled Veteran. I returned to school at the University of Maine. 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, she had laughed at my jokes so well when I was still healthy. So then, while studying at the University of Maine 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 because of the 500 miles song from The Proclaimers. I failed this attempt, became frustrated in my romantic failures and scared off this second woman who was seemingly interested in knowing me. And she seems to have little or if no knowledge about me so, I believe she just doesn't trust me yet. So that's why I'm so sad, and why all of this is even sadder. No one deserves to be poisoned. Not even an animal or a plant.
So, I didn't know what to do at this point while I suffer alone with a schizophrenia, paranoid-type diagnosis. A poisoning with extremely painful and stressful narcotics only known in close-knit psychiatric circles and by highly-qualified military defense chemical warfare chemists is one of the the saddest things possible because one's thoughts are his or her life. It literally felt like milions of degrees. And what makes this all even more sad and painful for me is the fact that all my ancestors were military officers, all doctors, judges and pilots. I am a Disabled Veteran with a limited income and with Master's Degrees, a Bachelor's Degree and two academic minors from college and post-graduate school, an FAA pilot's license and a U.S. Naval Aviator IFR rating. I was a professional artist, in High School. Look at what I used to be able to do and I can't do it anymore!
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 getting a degree and to become 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 were 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 this 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 fast, yet, it has a lot of strong, robust vocabulary that I totally dug deep for. This memoir has all of this despiseable, despicable behavior absolutely 110% accurate, lyrical and exquisitely descriptive about planes, and with beautiful poetry 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 say I can't put down, and I can't stop reading it again and again, over and over. I must've read it completely word-by-word 460 times already, and I still can't get sick of it because of how gratifying this book feels at the end, this is justice via revelation 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.
She's a completely normal Woman But, 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 weaponized chemical warfare narcotics that a Vietnam Veteran U.S. pilot lured and threatened him to eat. These drugs were professionally synthesized and obtained by my father from the black market. These drugs were a diverse mix of chemical psychological operations weapons that are not generally known, or are only known in psychiatric circles. Things get stressful when he has to profess his Love for a woman to a U.S. Navy captain while still exhausted from being poisoned with these psychological warfare weapons, professionally synthesized and obtained from the black market.
(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 The Great Spirit and God of our first Americans, and our Buddha, our cure to enlightenment and one Asian God, our Siddhartha Gautama of our East, 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 Man is infinitely safe and saved,
For The Gitche Manitou, The Creator The Great Spirit and God of our first Americans, Saint Yeshua, the honest one, the spirited and our heartful poet also with the name St John, 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 Woman and Man should stay.
Every Man is infinitely safe and saved,
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.
-- (C) 2025 Letters to Evelyn by John Selman
And, this memoir has all of the fun, good-feels Romance and silly, hurricane force winds of laughter for a Romantic Comedy that anyone could want. Chapter 25, Caught in the Act of Elsewhere, is where almost all (except for the 20 instances of irreverent humor I show in earlier Chapters) of the jokes are. About 50 of them, all in succession (and it involves absolutely bat-shit insane sex *whispers 😂🤣). And if there's anything that could be bat-shit insane, it would be sex. While I would not recommend reading Chapter 25 in it's entirety first, it is a good idea of where I'm going with this. Justice!
So, whenever I'm committed to the mental health hospital, I always have at least a digital copy of Letters to Evelyn by John Selman with me for my nurses, my doctors, AND for my own leisure reading while I wait for discharge so they can know what happened to me without losing my voice trying to explain myself. And this was all because I always Love reading about her and how she behaved towards me. Anyways, I wish you all well, and you can download it for free (FREE eBook!) HERE: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vnyg3WbLTpSZcyYEFczyOr9Mt3bxJLGG/view?usp=drivesdk I really would like see what everyone thinks about this, because I need help and I don't know what to do. Who do I contact about this could believe me? Who can I talk to that will not call me crazy for telling them these exact same things? I hope all of the bills are being paid and the grocery shopping carts are full. Make it a perfect week and stay productive! I need help!!!
Very Respectfully, with Best Wishes,
John Jackson Selman II
jjspilot24@gmail.com
www.LetterstoEvelynbyJohnSelmanii.com
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