Special Powers and the Nine Rings

By Mike J. Rockeyfeller

In Special Powers and the Nine Rings, author Mike J. Rockeyfeller talks about the clues left behind as each of the people from his life meet their fate. From an early age, Rockeyfeller was suspicious of his relatives as they discounted his right to property over the years. His Uncle Gee just took his fathers land, car, and truck as his own when he died, never considering his nephews right to his own fathers property.

Rockeyfeller lives his life by accepting his intuition and recognizing that events do not happen by chance. There is no specific time to relax ones senesces and ignore intuition. He recounts the instances where his intuition is borne out in the events that take place, from a friend accidently shooting himself with twenty-three hours of his birthday to the death of his selfish Uncle Gee in a train crash.

Destiny has its own plan, and once its in place, there is no going back. There are dates that have special meaning in each persons life. You can uncover the dates that have significance in your life and relate them to all that is meaningful to you. Claim the good karma for yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781475912531

Mike J. Rockeyfeller

Mike J. Rockeyfeller grew up on the prairies in the midwestern region of Canada and worked in the oil and gas industry. This is his first book.

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Special Powers

And the Nine Rings

MIKE J. ROCKEYFELLER

iUniverse, Inc.

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SPECIAL POWERS AND THE NINE RINGS

Copyright © 2012 by Mike J. Rockeyfeller.

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I dedicate the publication of this book to my late mother, who wrote a variety of short stories but never had any of them published; also, to my grandmother and great grandmother, on my mother’s side of the family. They were very dominant and positive women, and at the same time they were always helpful, kind, and caring. Mother was more than a school teacher at the end of her working day; she always helped us, through good times and bad, to overcome adversity and be successful at everything we did. I could always count on sound advice from Mother, and I always received the best instructions for life’s problems whenever I was unsure.

I vowed to maintain Mother’s final wishes for her homestead to remain free and clear as a corporate entity, the same as my own had been when it was first established at Mother’s place, while my homestead was in the development stage. Mother was an inspiration to all her family and everyone who needed guidance and wisdom from someone. She was always giving and willing to help.

Contents

Chapter 1 Near Death Experience, Twice before Twenty

Chapter 2 Family Homesteads, Including My Own

Chapter 3 Starting My Career in the Oilfield, and the Drilling Rigs

Chapter 4 First Plane Crash, in Alberta’s Peace

Chapter 5 Uncle Gee Killed in Train Crash, and a Driller Killed on Rig 13

Chapter 6 Oilfield Training in Texas, before Flying to Columbia, South America

Chapter 7 Enemy Workers Killed in Separate Crashes

Chapter 8 Damaged Reputation and Fabricated Gossip

Chapter 9 The Start of Good Things; Meeting the Premier of British Columbia

Chapter 10 Problems with the Complainer City in British Columbia

Chapter 11 Law Enforcement Officer Burns in His Car

Chapter 12 A Near Miss Collision with a Tractor Trailer

Chapter 13 Coincidence about Fours, and Four Law Enforcement Officers Shot

Chapter 14 Unusual Events, Strange but True

Chapter 15 Civic Politics and Prosperity for the City

Chapter 16 Visit by the US Ambassador

Chapter 17 Recap; Many Deaths Near the Complainer City

Chapter 18 Bad Karma Agnew

Chapter 19 Summary and Definitions

Chapter 20 Records of Employment and Venture Development Dates

Chapter 21 Premonitions and Dreams

Chapter 22 Previous Bizarre Events on the Calendar’s Love Day

Chapter 23 View from Above

Chapter 24 Stakeholders Meeting, and My Special Date: 09/09/09

I was a shy boy as a youngster, mild mannered and always considerate of others by putting their needs first. I would sometimes find myself being taken advantage of because of my kind nature. I never wanted to be aggressive or speak harshly because of my upbringing, and I tried to be tolerant of others and lend a helping hand. Mother and Grandmother would always lecture us, and their advice was well received on my part and might have been part of my success at promotion time, when management looked for those qualities in me as a leader. Partly out of necessity and partly due to self-choice, from age 15 I worked full time in the service industry for drilling contractors. Schooling came second on the list of priorities, which I completed by correspondence between work contracts. I had a happy childhood, and my adolescent work years were also pleasant. Regardless of ‘the sometimes heavy demand, I loved my job.

After nearly thirty years in the oil and gas industry, having spent the majority of my working career virtually isolated from the outside world at remote oilfield locations, I had opportunities to advance my certification in exploration and operations to engineering status. I neglected to participate locally in social circles while elevating myself to the top of my field for self-fulfillment. I had very little association with the people in my community, and without a doubt I appeared to them as antisocial. As I experienced extremes and danger at work due to the circumstance of my surroundings, my enemies in the community, simpletons in their self-righteousness, tried to make themselves feel superior at my expense.

The actions and the gossip that they created was damaging to me then, but ironically it has now become the very thing that is destroying the lives of their families, while at the same time it has yielded itself as material for my book. I make no excuses for the harshness of some of its’ content or the little rituals that I had successfully performed on specific dates in history while under extreme stress. My, how the tables have turned on them, after all these years.

CHAPTER 1

Near Death Experience,

Twice before Twenty

I grew up in the country, surrounded by oilfield prosperity and industry. Mother taught school while Father and his crew built sites and roads for the oil and gas companies in remote locations. Summer holidays at Father’s oilfield work sites were an adventure and helped shape my future in exploration and construction. At that time I enjoyed flying out to oil field locations in a chopper at age 10 with Dad, learning everything about the industry that I would have to start at an early age when he passed away just four years later. I knew that the oilfield was high risk and dangerous, but the lure of big money drew me in. Although I developed a fear of the industry that I had chosen, I refused to leave it because I believed the force that was with me would protect me. To this day I still maintain that the intuitions, warnings, and outstanding and bizarre events that happened could not be dismissed because of nature and could only be a divine force. Observing the warnings when they appeared would only strengthen my belief in the divine force while I watched skeptics perish. I also believe that I have encountered a strong spiritual presence and intuition, partly due to the near-death experiences that I had. The first was when I was about 10 years old, when I was stung twice on the neck by honey bees and almost died. The second was in 1977, when I was working drilling rigs and a drill pipe fell on me across my back, head, and neck, nearly killing me. The third was in the fall of 2003 and ended my career on the drilling rigs due to injuries I received when I was attacked. Since then I have had this compelling urge to always keep certain items with me that were from the spot where I was attacked, and I also bring them along with me whenever I travel. Unusual and strange events have occurred following these traumatic ordeals.

When I was age 10, one hot summer day in July I rode my bicycle on the farm and ventured out near the bee hive compound where we raised tame bees for organic honey. I must have appeared threatening to some of them because two of the bees stung me on the back of the neck. I had an allergic reaction, and within minutes my neck started to swell and my breathing was restricted as I tried to rush to my home town and to the hospital, which was about 20 miles away. En route to obtaining medical attention, I experienced more difficulty while my skin broke out in a rash. My entire body swelled, as well as my neck, and I developed an itch and couldn’t stop scratching myself. Near the stop sign at the intersection one mile from town, where the town cemetery was located, I lost my breath and was starting to lose most of my senses. My vision started to turn to black, and I vaguely remember someone putting me in a vehicle. I lost consciousness and slid down flat on the seat of the truck while continuing to gasp for air. As I fought for my life, I slowly started to recognize my surroundings as we arrived at the hospital, where I received anti-venom medication for the bee stings. The timing of seeing that graveyard couldn’t have been worse to scare a suffering 10-year-old kid! I fully recovered minutes after the medication, and I was happy to be alive.

CHAPTER 2

Family Homesteads,

Including My Own

Our parents, uncles, and aunts all applied on homesteads in the peaceful country of Alberta, developing their land into a mixed farming operation with more than two hundred head of cattle and grain farming, spread out on 24 quarter-sections of land. Our neighbors in the area also grew grain and raised cattle. One day, four hundred fifty of their cattle escaped our neighbor’s compound and trampled my parents’ grain field, destroying it for the season. These neighbors felt terrible about what had happened and tried to compensate us for the loss; however, they did not feel that their compensation was fair because they would occasionally raise the topic years later. It was probably best to put that issue to rest, because homesteaders were poor in those days, so that matter was excused.

Many years later, when they were unable to care for their large herd of cattle, they sold them and were required to surrender their grassing lease, which would later be converted into another homestead program, Farm Development Lease and Farm Development Sale (FDL and FDS). I received a bulletin in the mail informing me of the development program that would increase my ranch size considerably if I was the winner in the bid for that prime land. I would also receive it for 10 percent of market value. This would turn out to be my best kept secret until I finally received the land development agreement as the winner, beating out all of my other bidding competitors.

I then rented a new D6 Caterpillar dozer and operated it for a whole month, until I had a large field fit for cultivation. The title took much effort over the next few years. During this time the economy crashed, and so did my credit rating, along with almost everyone working drilling rigs in the west. I would not accept defeat even after the local bank manager declined my loan application. Persistence paid off after I changed my name for the first time and restructured my financial affairs’ appearance, making it suitable for acceptance and qualifying me for a twenty-thousand-dollar loan.

The first bank manager in my town, told me that he wouldn’t lend me twenty thousand dollars, or even twenty dollars. He said, Not after what you did over there, as he pointed to the other bank across the street, where they wouldn’t do business with me anymore. I felt that the first bank manager who declined my loan was unfair, and that was why I had the approved loan account for $20,000 sent to his branch, just to rub it in, because he would not be able to recognize my new name, and he was furious with me when he found out how I withdrew the money from his bank without his approval and later sent the account back to his branch. I would continue to be creative this way to always succeed at whatever I undertook, because I believed that opportunity knocked only once, and one had only one chance to do it right.

Another development materialized as a result of my investigating and exploring issues with current homestead status. I had uncovered surprising information about my relatives that had been undisclosed for more than three years. I wasn’t about to let this information surface later while I was politically involved. I also discovered that this relative had been an accessory to another’s possible evasion, when they had been actively involved in influencing the other party to try and get away with it, providing them with transportation to the service center and the place of business. As coincidence would have it, the primary player in most of these events ignored my request for him to process a vital document without delay. This was not done and ironically became the reason that additional information was uncovered while I pursued other avenues of the process in order to reach a conclusion.

To start with, I had researched the 1980 Land Act and all amendments relating to homesteading, land development, farm development lease, and sale in Alberta; I had obtained an edition of this act from the Calgary Public Library in 2004. The Land Act stated the obligations and requirements that had to be fulfilled by applicants, and it also confirmed the act’s effectiveness during the 1970s and its revised but still consistent 1980 edition.

My relative had been investigated for irregularities in his bookkeeping, and he had also delayed the approval of his own homestead beyond the 1979 deadline. He was granted a year-by-year extension until his cultivation duties were completed and had carried over into 1981, leaving all documentation to be dated in the 1980s, during the same period that my homestead had taken effect.

While I rented a new D6 dozer to develop my homestead, I also made cultivation duties that were required on his homestead, all at my own expense, and I had the receipts for them in my name, whereas he had none. He had to answer to revenue agencies as to whether he really did homestead the land. Where were the receipts for the fuel, and if he paid for the fuel from his earnings, then where was the record of the deductions from his employer? His employer paid him a lesser wage in cash money in the early 1970s, and revenue agencies investigated him as well.

Also while I was in Calgary, I made a claim against this relative’s land, naming myself as the prime homesteader developer of his land. The record of all correspondence dating back to 2004 was the determining factor that made him accountable. Also, as coincidence would have it, the land that I made a claim against for cultivation improvements had been held under the homestead lease agreement by Dad and his brother, and it would be their focus for many years until finally my claim against it as the true developer homesteader was acknowledged.

CHAPTER 3

Starting My Career in the Oilfield,

and the Drilling Rigs

From the age of fifteen I apprenticed in the industry for two years, working seasonally, and then at 17 I ventured out to work for an arctic company in the far north after convincing the employer that I was 18. It was an exciting time for me, the first time I ever flew into the north country, past the Northwest Territories border. I left the employment recruiter office with great anticipation, knowing that I would get to see a new frontier and possibly the frozen tundra. With the new exploration and drilling programs starting to mobilize for the busy winter season, it would be a great adventure.

I waited outside the office with a fellow employee who would accompany me on the trip, and we each joked with one another and made small talk while watching for the company staff car. A new red Caprice Classic pulled up. Our hearts raced, and I detected a smile on my friend’s face, and I knew it wasn’t from something funny I said but the beauty of the car. I also cracked a smile knowing the manager’s son, Perry, had a heavy foot and would be driving us to the airport.

Hi, Perry, we both greeted him as we climbed in. I laughed a bit and then said, Oh yeah, this thing has a 454 under the hood. Then we all burst out laughing, knowing Perry couldn’t wait to have the car out of the old man’s sight, where he could open up the four barrels to give us a fast ride.

We arrived at the airport in plenty of time; normally the drive would have taken twenty minutes, but Perry gave us the best ten-minute ride we’d ever had. I said, Good job, Perry, and laughed as we climbed out of the car. I put the duffel bag strap over my shoulder, and we walked to the air charter terminal building to get to the arctic company hangar.

After obtaining our boarding passes, we exited the hanger and walked across the tarmac to an older, four-engine prop plane. We boarded along with a few other oilfield crews and waited for the preflight routine. My friend and I joked about how we were going to imagine that we were royalty and behave that way when we arrived and exited. We remembered the earlier royal visits on arctic soil and memorized in our minds the whole routine: pause at the top of the stairs, smile and wave to the crowds, and slowly make your way to the bottom of the