A concerned Hanne appeared—gave me a withering look, and quickly took him inside. At this point, I felt a bit concerned and very uncomfortable. What had I done?! The scenario of Laurence Rockefeller choking himself to death with laughter over a joke about his brother being thought of as “The Antichrist” flashed through my head.

After awhile, Hanne still hadn’t come downstairs and I was starting to get real concerned. Then, she finally tip-toed down the stairs and told me quietly, but brusquely that my meeting with Laurence was over. Yikes! I gathered my data and sheepishly left. A local massage therapist, Diane Skye arrived and hustled upstairs to attend to Rockefeller evidently laid out in the guest bedroom, recovering. I arrived back home shaking my head.

Needless to say I was very relieved to find out from Hanne the next day, that Rockefeller was OK, it had been scary and his handlers weren’t happy, but he had had left that morning and flown out on his private jet from Bergman Field in Alamosa. Hanne, was obviously not pleased with me and how my prior afternoon with Laurence had ended. I explained to her that Laurence had only been laughing at my casual joke but that didn’t seem to make any difference, she definitely wasn’t pleased that he left after recovering from his laughing fit and, evidently he had not finalized his commitment to Hanne’s latest project. Rockefeller, over the years, had been kind to Hanne’s foundation.

Imagine my surprise a week, or so, later when I opened a personal letter from Laurence to find a nice, fatty check with my name on it. As I type this, that letter is framed proudly on the wall behind me. In retrospect, I suspect that Rockefeller was genuinely intrigued by my observations and analysis regarding a number of topics —some having to do with paranormal subjects, others not. Surprisingly, at no time during our many hours of conversation, did I ever feel that he considered me to be anything but an equal. I’m a fairly bright guy and he was a good listener, but I couldn’t get out of my mind the question: why was this man devoting two days to listening to me and my theories? You billionaires, take notes! Some of us great, unwashed masses may actually be objective, critical thinkers—whether you like it or not, there are some of us who deserve to be heard! Laurence poked and prodded me and my humble, tenuous theories, but much to my surprise, he never flat-out corrected me or refuted my thinking. I was impressed by his many insightful, probing questions during our conversation, and, at times, I felt like I was the teacher and he was the enthusiastic student. He didn’t have anyone around him that could keep him informed about the many “fringe” subjects he was passionate about and he seemed to appreciate my thinking into the various players and theories out documenting events in the field. One can only hope (and trust) that the copy of my SLV Event Log database that I signed and gave to him has been given to those who can make more sense out of it than I. The open-minded philanthropist backed up his professed interest in my “photographic work on tree-circles.” After returning to NYC, Laurance wrote out a sizable personal check, declared it as “a gift” with no strings attached and sent to me. “I share your enthusiasm and am pleased to send along the enclosed gift . . . . to help you in your photographic work on ‘tree- circles.”

From: Secrets of Mysterious Valley E-book

