Writer Jackson- the Legend II

With all of the people I'd talked to, and all the people I thought knew so much saying it was a false myth, and there was no such thing I was getting very discouraged. Till one day in a library, an elderly man said he's heard of the name Writer Jackson.

According to this guy, he claimed to be a retired Clear Channel producer, but he probably was just an average clear channel employee. He stated that a disc jockey in Wisconsin or Minnesota created the persona of Writer Jackson and started the whole myth. He even created the part of the myth that stated he helped Elvis get signed, inspired a few songs, and helped him write his music. This was new to me. The man said he had to leave and left it at that. He told me to look into the Esoteric world, I might find something there.

I looked into the older esoteric groups in the late 60's, early 70's and I ran into a Wisconsin Newspaper dated November 18, 1970 that stated that "Writer Jackson was going to finish his 5 year long advanced higher thinking regime lead by a great Tibetan master." Writer Jackson stated that this man could cleanse us all, but we must want to be cleansed. And most of us, do not want the cleanness. He walks out of this place in the hills of Tibet, there's no mention of him before and no mention of him after.

I was reading Ken Keesey's memoirs, and he comment s about the band the grateful dead, but there is a moment when a man talks to him by the name. W. Jackson. I'd read that before, but it left my sights. Is it possible that the inventor of the psychedelic acid movement of the late 60's and early 70's actually knew Writer Jackson, and Writer Jackson in considered an esoteric master.But there is no more said.

I ran into a young man who had just spoke with Geffen from Geffen records, and he said that when he walked in, there was an older man in a long grey trench coat, a grey hat, and it was tipped very far. The end were slightly tattered, but his clothes didn't seem the wear. He was called in, but he never left the building. The man I had met, stated that his brother was waiting for him out front and never saw a man with anything close to that description come out

After talking too a great number of people and a lot of research, I mean a lot. We're talking going into old diaries of the right and famous, that are now sitting in clean rooms.

Here's the story

Writer Jackson - The Legend

When I was a child I lived in Los Angeles, CA. We lived near the Hollywood Strip and my mother worked at an expensive Italian car dealership in Santa Monica. The Alfa Romeo dealership was on the corner of Wilshire and....but that's where my memory fails me. I only remember there was a bar there at the very corner, and a Spanish restaurant named Tampico Tillie across the street. Where this place is located is unimportant, I just wanted to know where I was.

Often times I would be stuck entertaining my self with crayons and paper in the front "waiting area" of my mom's office. This area is where the customers would wait to cash out, most of the time they'd begin talking to me, and I made a lot of "new" friends; that are all now making millions of dollars making movies or putting out albums.

One day; however, I overheard a young man who I had no idea would be the musical legend he is today, and a stuffy older man who was his agent. (I've decided to leave names out of this because, number 1, I don't want to be a name dropper. This is about Writer Jackson, not these people; and, number 2, I don't want these people's names affiliated with this myth. For some reason this myth bothers a lot of people, and it is assumed that many people might have been killed because of this myth being leaked out.) The two men were talking, and the agent in a louder than their previous whisper voice said,"But he's no Writer Jackson."

No name immediately caught my attention and ear. What a unique and awesome name. The agent grasped his mouth in a look of shock, as if he wasn't suppose to say that. The younger man laughed and almost fell on the floor. After a good laughing, he straightened and said in a very nice English accent,"You're not suppose to say that. Remember? That was a special piece of info. The agent cleared his throat and agreed. Then he looked at me. They quickly waived me away with not so much as a thought.

My 8 year old gears begin grinding. I asked everyone I knew who was interested in music, if they had heard of Writer Jackson. With a name like Writer Jackson, most people would remember something like that. For years I ran into a lot of laughing in my face, and a lot of disappointed head shakes. Btu I knew, there was some sort of truth to this whole thing.

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