A.J. Mueller
A.J. MUELLER is a former newspaper columnist, a medical and technical illustrator by trade, a lecturer on the utilization of high-tech in the management of cardiovascular disease, a former semi-professional automobile and motorcycle racer, a world traveler and general bon vivant.
His present passions are medical technologies, classic automobiles and writing. A.J. was born in Hamilton, Ohio, raised in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, was a long-time resident of Florida and now resides in the wonderful mountains outside of Murphy, North Carolina..
WHY DID A.J. WRITE THE RANDOLPH FILE?
“To be honest I can’t remember ever saying that I was going to write this book, it just sort of evolved out of a long search for the truth. Over the years I had bits and pieces of the puzzle down on paper but it was really my wife who prompted me to get this organized and into book form.
Since my early childhood I have always wondered why I cannot remember many of the typical ‘milestones’ in my life; things like my first days in school, the house in which I, and the rest of my family, lived during that period of time, as well as other usually meaningful things. This was a problem, especially in light of the fact that I had very vivid recollections of earlier years, our house, the many strange foreigners that came around and much of what was going on in our lives back then as well as the years after that period of mental fuzz.
My poor dear Mother, God bless her soul, was consistent in her answers to my many questions as to what went on during that missing piece of time in my brain. Her answer was always that we simply used to ride the streetcars up and down the streets of Westmount every day, all afternoon! I realize now that it did not happen that way, but she actually truly believed that to her dying day. Now, after years and years of research and searching for answers, I know what happened and why she would think that…. she was, no we were, programmed through the ‘psychic driving’ experiments at the Allen Memorial Institute to think that; the streetcars were how we got to and from the Institute!
To add to my confusion was the fact that I could recall many of the strange, and I do mean strange, people and occurrences of my youth, many even, during that questionable period of time.
And then there was the orphanage! I was in my mid-twenties, a relatively normal, productive married man watching Johnny Carson late one night. One of his normal segments was to show advertisements from around the globe. This particular night he showed a Japanese ad which centered around young boys in an orphanage. It was like getting my brain hit with a brick! I was overcome with vivid recollections of me being in an orphanage when I was just a youngster.
I come from a relatively well-off family of seven children with no history of separation. For 10 years or more my questions regarding the orphanage were a joke, at least until one day when my mother calmly admitted to the family that I had in fact been in an orphanage but with no further explanation… ever. She has since passed and it was at her funeral that my aunt, who was a sister at that actual orphanage, confirmed that it was true, I was in the orphanage but again with no additional details.”
