On March 23rd 1996 at 6:58 in the morning I got up and went to the bathroom. As I returned to bed, strange words began popping into my head. I didn't want to forget them so I went into my son's bedroom, who was away at college, and recorded them. The room was dark. I didn't have my glasses on and I wasn't dressed. In the desk drawer I located a pen and paper and wrote down the words as they were presented to me. A little more than an hour later my hand was tired and there were fourteen handwritten pages. It was actually one hour and eight minutes. The following is a copy of those fourteen pages. I had a chance encounter with William Shakespeare. He informed me that the person behind his great literary achievements was Sonja Sjorgensen. She was known to me as Robin, a young lady who died early in life of fever. She communicated in writing with him through his hand.
This happened to me. If this happened to you, what would do?
