James Douglas Stevenson
In addition to the wealth of literature Jamie produced and displayed in writing communities, it was apparent to all that he loved to talk. No subject was beyond him; each time a topic for discussion appeared on a message board you could rely upon Jamie to have something to say about it. Below are a small selection of his replies to posts which serve as a sketch of the man behind his work.
too have had several near death experiences (three
to be exact) but only one time was I aware of my life slipping away.
was aware of the fact that nothing else (medically) would be done and
a human being, I wanted to live forever.
remember quite vividly when I had lost my resolve and death was my
I accepted the fact the my journey had come to an end.
had a visitor one afternoon, this was no expected visitor nor family
friend niether were they hospital staff. This was no stranger but I
felt at ease and
strangely this man (it was a man) was somewhat expected by my
individual was from some african nation and very old so I never
God or Jesus Christ and this was no apparition (very-very real) and
some pleasantry conversation this individual said to me; "it is
your mission to
seek/uncover the evidence that will prove the existance of a third
He spoke about vehicles (our bodies) reaching their destination
in this life. He
spoke about the (purpose) of human life. Then He introduced me to
resembled a human being) this time it was a Woman (an average woman) this
one was white and offered me, with out-stretched arms some
liquid and it was
not in a cup it was as if there was an invisible bowl holding
never spoke but with a trusting smile I knew She wanted me to drink
(no memory of ever drinking any fluid) but what I do remember
place. I am nothing special, cut me and I shall bleed, hurt me and I
hope you are ashamed of the part of you that wanted to die my friend
is so precious and with all its pain and suffering, "this is a
would like to to chat some more but the other members might object
this depressive emotion hanging in the air.
this human vehicle is ready for the scrap-heap, then We are given another
vehicle suitable for the next journey.
welcome death and surrender I shall (and I know not what fate awaits
journey goes on..............
Thinking of You.
read my last message (again) yeah! it beggers belief :-) nonesensical
full of it- anyways I`ve just been listening to "climbing
timely"- I love Her voice
:-) reminds Me of an aged friend. Miss Stewart. Also a piano Teacher from
way back yester-years. I promised to marry Her one day :-) tho I was 9ish
She (mental-recollections) 30ish, so probably an old teacher now :-)
a strange relationship with Miss Stewart - as I would`nt attend
came looking for Me...I can see Her now climbing over fences,
to reach Jamie :-) nobody invited, that She should try to reason
with me. Love,
to me was something one knifely spreads on a slice of bread.
I thank You. James.xx
rambling again, oh I`m not posting in the noisy thread. my only
that I have real potential as a creative writer, ofcourse everyone
has their critics my
appeal may only attract the working class hero`s of a certain
audience is massive.