November 22, 1963.  The announcement comes over the radio at school. President Kennedy of the United states has been shot. dead. I put my head down on my desk, and I am crying.

Suddenly,  I'm not in school, in Canada, I'm not even a girl. I am a grown man with a TV camera, filming the presidential parade, in Dallas Texas. I am situated high on a grassy knoll above the plaza that is along the route.

Shot ring out. They are coming from everywhere and nowhere. They are coming from right behind me. I turn around, and there is a shape of someone or something with a weapon. The face is melting, I am melting.

I scream, and scream and scream. I am home again. I am me again, a kid in Canada. The door opens.  He / it whatever from the grassy knoll is home - my home. I scream.

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This is a story about a woman named violet, who is undergoing regression psycho therapy by means of hypnotism. She is on a journey into her own past, present and future. Her name, personality, even her gender may change as she is being forced to remember things that she just doesn't want to remember. There is government, possibly RCMP involvement, trying to get at the truth of something she may or may not have witnessed. The only hard and fast rule, is that her basal personality is a woman named violet, who is under restraint in some sort of institution. She has amazing mental abilities that evil forces are trying to exploit, and there are more like her out there.

updated Jan 10 '09 by moonwalker