Thank you to all who reacted to the Jesse blog with such excitement and enthusiasm. The southern flood had me release a secret of mine, and your feedback was enjoyable. I’m also quite honored to have been asked where I think Jesse/Elvis is, but you’ve gotta know I wouldn’t rat him out even if I did know.
Here’s the bad news; the book sucks. Well, I’ll give the doctor the credit for sharing letters with Elvis’ identical handwriting. I can copy my parents handwriting but I highly doubt I could pull letters off that even fool a former FBI analyst. That’s the only thing that throws me.
The doc also shared pictures of gifts that I believe from my lifelong study of Elvis to be matches for Elvis items. I recognized a watch he wore immediately. However, something is fishy about this book. I don’t know if it’s my powerful ability to be in a supreme reality, or the fact the doctor is a crap writer, but I always follow my gut and it feels wrong to me.
It’s no surprise another person made money off of Elvis’ persona, talent and name. Well played doctor, maybe you could use your own skills and conjure up something original? Just a thought.
This doesn’t take away the fact that the rest of the evidence to Elvis’ death is highly suspicious. Just don’t waste your money and look for the book I described. (I’ll pass on giving him more promotion to post the title.)
We won’t ever get the whole truth, but my true love is evident in my walking away.
“..of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest…”
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