5. Mitch’s Letter

Mitch’s Letter

First Open Declaration

On Apr 20, 2013, at 6:44 PM, Michael R. wrote:

Hi Walter,

My L5 collapsed several years ago…. now L4 has followed along. And next week or
so they’re gonna zap my right kidney with sound waves to try to break up a new stone.
Interesting the way one’s body deteriorates.  CT scan last week; calcium everywhere.
Looked like a Christmas tree.

I trust you guys are well and having fun.

All best,
Michael Raley

From: Sabiston Walter
Date: April 21, 2013 2:39:03 AM EDT
To: Michael R.
Subject: Re: Getting shorter


Mike you asked me once what I thought my “neon letters meant”. I said I didn’t know! I was too proud to speak to an intellectual, on a level below knowledge and wisdom, when in fact, I was quite certain what I experienced was spiritual.  I’ve tried to gloss over the meaning of what I experienced and “elevate” the content to language discovery, fearing I would be labeled just another Jesus freak if I wrote what I really felt, to those I respect  who are content without expressing an existence of God.  People who, by the way are people of faith; honest and just, with virtue, my friends, colleagues and family members. Those icons of intelligence, all physics and math majors and especially ham operators*!

I don’t know why now I should open up to you, except for my intuition. Someone said intuitive knowledge was special. I hope so ’cause thats about it for me.

Mike, I believe my neon letters were God sent. Not only do I believe in God, I believe the letters were a gift which satisfied a premise I had my sophomore year at UNC in which I recall thinking that ones life would be well spent if they could prove a single fact, irrefutably. Just one thing. A single truth. I “wandered there” after hearing in physics, chemistry and other subjects so many “we don’t knows”. I thought professors had answers to everything, even the definition of IS**. Remember.

Even though I’ve discovered some remarkable unrecognized facts in anatomy and etymology while tracking down zygoma’s provenance*** over the last thirty years, I can’t say they are irrefutable truths. What I do find irrefutable is we shared something one night in the 5o’s that was very special, super real,  even paranormal. . An experience difficult for me to describe, certainly impossible for others to feel. Phenomenological.

I have experienced similar feelings with other coincidences while tracking down this word , zygoma. Some so unlikely it has to be more than chance alone. I am compelled to acknowledge and share it with someone outside my family. So I just did!  

I’m sure my zygoma story is for one person, me. To proclaim it to others would come no closer than explaining the dark skies overhead in the field we experienced in our teens. So why the discourse tonight? I don’t know, probably, all about me, tho I wished it were more.

Mike, at our age, our bodies aren’t worth much, It’s our soul thats important. For whatever prompted your message to me, it evoked a heartfelt response recalling our connection. We are yoked to each other. My insatiable urge to track a word has led me to a bond with Christ and God. I choose to believe that your search for your dad could be your Azyoke**** which can, might, did or could yoke you to your father as well as to Our Heavenly Father. That yoke can offer (Philipians 4:7) you the peace of God which passeth all understanding, and  shall keep your heart and mind thru Christ Jesus.

(Romans 8:38-39 ) For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life ,nor angels,nor principalities, nor powers,  nor things present, nor things to come. Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. I believe you will see your dad again.

And my favorite verse of Amazing Grace; When we’ve been there 10,000 years bright shining as the sun, there’s no less time to sing God’s praise than when we first begun. i.e. You and I have just as much time to praise God as anyone who has ever lived!
My dear friend Mike,

This is for your eyes only. Should I die first you may certainly share it. Also, I don’t want a reply. Best left to each our wishes.

My Neologisms

Azoke-   ones (search) for their connection to God (Verb)
Zoke –    ones yoke to God  ( noun)

*Mike – a brilliant intellectual was doing ham radios internationally when he was a teen

** one of his erudite discussions , trying to convince me there is no truth; it depends on what your definition of IS, is. He said.

*** Provenance – The place of origin or earliest known history of something

**** what I was saying to Mike was that his lifelong search for what happened to his dad,who died after his plane was shot down over Normandy during the war, when Mike was young, could even be his Azyoke. Azyoke here is not a typo. When the letter was written I often used zoke and zyoke interchangeably, as I did Azyoke and azoke. I later decided the letter  was unnecessary in both.


Reflecting back on my letter now, I credit God for giving me the desire to share my testimony to my friend who was seeing his physical deterioration and still searching for his connection to his Father. I hope he experienced a measure of the Peace of God.

Unknown to Mike and me, he had an occult pancreatic cancer which took his life in 2015.

You might ask at this juncture , how am I able to come forth publicly, so soon after the reservation i expressed  to Mike not to share my letter with anyone in 2013.

End Entry #5

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