Wesley: A Story About Ufos and Reincarnation

By Clifford Kertes

Do living beings inhabit certain planets? Do they have similar
characteristics to humans? Does U.F.O.s exist? Does reincarnation actually transfer our souls into another entity? Do we actually have choices for our future incarnation? I know that these thoughts have entered my mind. If you too have asked these questions, you should read this book. It may change the way that you view life, as it certainly has changed mine. I strongly believe the contents of this book will, at the very least, tempt you to explore a more in-depth
investigation regarding some of the questions in mention.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465394156

Clifford Kertes

The author is a fi rst time writer. Most of his life was involved in business, as a business owner. He is also an accomplished oil, acrylic, and watercolor artist. In addition has worked in several other fi elds. Because of an event that happened as a young teenager, he has decided to share it with others by writing this book. I think all who will be reading this book will be intrigued seeing how its contents sum up to be a very interesting and exciting story that you will truly enjoy.

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Copyright © 2011 by Clifford Kertes.

Library of Congress Control Number:           2011960236

ISBN:           Hardcover           978-1-4653-9414-9

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Preface

Chapter 1

IN THE BEGINNING

Chapter 2

MY EXTRAORDINARY COUSIN

Chapter 3

MARGE’S BASEMENT HOUSE

Chapter 4

THE PHONE CALL

Chapter 5

BACK TO REALITY

Chapter 6

GREETINGS YOUNG STUD

Chapter 7

RETURNING TO THE WORLD

Chapter 8

I’M GOING OUT WEST

Chapter 9

TAKE IT TO THE BRIDGE

Chapter 10

FULL CIRCLE

Epilogue

This book is dedicated to my two great sons.

Acknowledgments

Is That All There Is?

(Leiber/Stoller) performed by Peggy Lee

Originally released 1969 by Capitol Records, LLC

It Don’t Mean a Thing (If You Ain’t Got That Swing)

(D.Ellington / I. Mills) performed by Duke Ellington and his orchestra released 1932 by Brunswick Records

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

(A. Roberts / D. Fisher) performed by the Ink Spots and Ella Fitzgerald

First released 1944

Preface

What you are about to experience is a fascinating story influenced by actual events that began in a small town in Northeastern Ohio. The names of the characters involved, and places of origin, have been altered by the request of some members of the families involved. The story begins at a very young age and continues well through the life of the author.

I am most certain that many of you will have reservations, and dismiss these events as being untrue or impossible, but I can assure you that events and mysteries occur daily that we all dismiss, for that is the way our minds were trained, and it is very unfortunate. Please also understand that minds and events are easily trained to adapt as realities, and the truths that are out there may perhaps be unseen because we choose to do so. My purpose now is to assist you in seeing all that you have seen and experienced as realities are not really realities but simply events. In essence, we all have the ability to change realities and even alter some of them. I am asking you to begin keeping an open mind starting now and continuing through the rest of your life.

Once you have completed reading this book, you should have an understanding of the way we overlook certain events, simply because they have little logic. Do not blame yourself. Again, the reason is that we were all taught that way as children. This book may be a tool that will help us understand some of the unexplained mysteries that have occurred in history.

I have often wondered if plant and animal life have a much better understanding of these things than we humans. If so, what is the reason?

Chapter 1

IN THE BEGINNING

It was just about dark on an early summer Friday night, I asked my mother if Dad had come home from work. Her reply was a quiet no. I knew what her answer to my question would be. I just wanted to see the great concerned expression on her face when I asked the question. You see, Dad had a history of getting his paycheck and spending it on booze, women, and partying, then coming home with little or no money to purchase food for his family of a wife and three sons. He would become violent and loud when he did come home. It was close to 2:15 A.M. We kids were in bed. We were just lying there waiting for his grand entrance. I could hear him stumble through the back door as he loudly yelled, Anna, get the kids up! He came home with carryout chicken dinners to feed us at that time of the morning. I guess that was his way of being righteous after a night of partying and spending most of his paycheck. Of course, we all ate the food to prevent an outburst of rage he had brewing. After eating he looked at my bare feet and screamed, Anna, why are you sending this boy to bed with dirty feet? Mom looked blankly as the bastard began slapping her around and yelling, Can’t you do nothing right? My older brother Jesse and I were hugging each other. He said, I’m going to try to stop him. I knew that would just make things worse because Jesse was only thirteen and was no match for our violent father. There was a possible way for me to stop his rage that has worked at times. I decided to try it again by saying, Dad, let’s go into the bedroom and listen to music. He glared down at me and said, OK, let’s go. I knew there were two songs he really liked. I quickly put on the album that had the song: Into Each Heart Some Tears Must Fall. When it began to play, he began humming the tune along with the record, and I then knew my plan was working. If that song didn’t do the job, I would also play the song: It Don’t Mean a Thing If You Ain’t Got That Swing. Usually, after those songs would play, he would pass out, and we all could go to bed without any more rage from him, at least for the night. I was very proud of myself using that tactical procedure to outsmart him. Not bad thinking for a seven-year-old. When the next morning came, we all acted as though nothing had happened the night before. Dad was pretty sick with a hangover, and the good news for us is, it would keep him quiet, at least for the best part of the day. At times, my baby brother, Jack, would cry. He was only a one year old, and the crying would awaken Dad at times, and you could hear a snarl come out of his voice; then he would pass out again.

A few years passed, the bad behavior Dad was showing lasted for nine years. My brother Jesse got tired of it and joined the military, to get away from him. The scheme I used by playing the records only lasted a few more times until Dad saw through my plan.

I started showing an interest in sports and girls. Basketball became my passion. I would spend many hours at the park shooting hoops with my friends. I decided to try out for our school basketball team when we would return to school in the fall, so I had all summer to practice to improve my skills.

A few weeks into my summer vacation, I received a phone call. It was from a cousin who lived in Lodi Ohio, about fifteen or twenty miles from where we lived in Ravenna. His name was Wesley, and he wanted to invite me to spend a week at their home to hang out. He said there were lots to do, and he knew of a good swimming hole we could go to daily. I told Wesley that it sounded fun, and I would ask my dad for his permission, but I didn’t think he would allow me to go. I told him that I would call him back once I asked him.

We were once close with Wesley’s family until his father died, who was my dad’s younger brother, but after his death, my father did not want much to do with them. I remember though how nice they were, from earlier years, when we would visit.

That night, when Dad came home from work, I asked if it would be OK if I could spend a week with Wesley and his family. He granted me permission, much to my surprise, so I called Wesley soon after and told him the good news that I would soon be coming to visit. I thought it would be so nice to get into another environment even if it was just to last one week. We as a family rarely went any place for vacation, and I was really excited about this stay with Wesley and his family. I know my mom was really happy for me. I just wished she could get out of the house from time to time. My dad would never allow her to visit any of her family, and her family would not visit us because they were afraid of the old man. I felt so sorry for Mother at times, and it used to break my heart. Mother had a difficult life.

I knew it was important for me to leave as soon as I could because of fear Dad would change his mind, and I would have to stay home.

The good news was, he did not change his mind, and I would have a week away from home and have some fun swimming and doing fun things.

Sunday morning finally came to leave; Dad said he would drive me to Wesley’s house. I was very happy that day, and Dad was also in a nice mood, which made the fifteen-mile drive pleasant. Dad and I talked about fishing. Dad was a very good fisherman. He had taken me fishing many times, and he would always catch many more fish than me. I want you to know that my father was not always a mean, violent person. There were times when he could show a certain degree of love, and I always knew he loved his family. It just wasn’t always an ongoing thing with him.

When we drove up at Wesley’s driveway, I said, Dad, are you coming inside to visit Aunt Alice and Rex? They were Wesley’s mother and stepfather. His reply was, No, I have some work at home to do, and I just don’t have time to visit. I knew Dad did not have any intent to visit with any of them, and it was probably better for all that he didn’t. I grabbed my suitcase and walked to the house. Dad drove away.