I remember so clearly an extensive line of thought yesterday when I was bicycling to Coeur d'Alene.
An extensive line of thought that I remember my mind churning over as I pedaled into the Post Falls area.
At some point before that the line of thought formed in my mind about a medical doctor contacting me regarding my current mental condition.
All these years not one person has asked me anything even slightly intelligent about the stuff I describe publicly.
Yesterday my imagination conjured up that medical doctor contacting me and then arranging me to travel to an office where I was interviewed about my condition.
The medical doctor, a psychiatrist, I guess, spoke a series of words to me.
In that extensive line of thought, I heard those spoken words and then my immediately response was to begin speaking out loud the punch line to a joke.
Then I began to suddenly understand I was seeing a completely different person than the person I had been telling that joke to.
For me, the date had been March 17, 1994, I was imagining yesterday as I pedaled along, and then suddenly I found myself in the year 2018.
There's a lot more detail than I can articulate here in words so there's not much point in trying.
There was a sudden transformation. A transformation in my mind.
The Kerry Burgess I am today was gone. The person I became was from March 17, 1994.
I noticed my hands. I felt my face.
I told that doctor I was just talking to a different person.
The doctor asked me who that person was.
I responded he is a person we don't speak openly of.
We both agreed my name was Kerry Burgess.
I spoke something about a theory of compartmentalizing my mind because of the multiple lives I was required to live in my lawful and legitimate activities.
There was more dialog.
They kept me there in that facility for 3 days and then let me leave to come back to Spokane.
That was in New York City.
I called a person on the phone that only the version of Kerry Burgess of 1994 would know how to contact.
She and her husband met me in a restaurant before my flight left to Spokane, which I had been able to reschedule to about 11:30 PM that night.
Oh, yeah. She told me that speaking openly about him now was OK. Because of What I Had Done.
There's more after that.
What this makes me think of is thoughts I've had in the past that I don't think I have ever written about. I'm pretty sure I've never published anywhere those thoughts. Maybe I did but I don't know. One detail in that scene made me pause the video and make this note.
Those first 3 episodes of season 4 first broadcast on television last Friday, the 15th, but I didn't know anything about them and I didn't start watching them until today.
And consistently the thoughts in my mind are always - ALWAYS - that I am still here now because of a promise I made.
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TV Show Episode Scripts > 12 Monkeys (2015) > Season 4 > Ouroboros
12 Monkeys (2015) s04e02 Episode Script
Ouroboros
Katarina Jones (Present-day): What the hell is wrong with you?
Katarina Jones (Present-day): You're telling me it's hard? Well, share the burden. You're telling me you lost hope? Borrow some of mine!
Katarina Jones (from the future): [ look of realization ]
Katarina Jones (Present-day): I'll be curious someday to know what just occurred to you.
Katarina Jones (from the future): Maybe there is a way. Maybe - You realize that you cannot remember this moment.
Katarina Jones (Present-day): Benzodiazepine and half a bottle of whiskey? By morning, you're a dream - a hallucination at best.
- posted by Kerry Burgess 1:14 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 19 June 2018
