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It seems that one more item on my bucket list is going to be completed very soon. To celebrate the fact: this is me, at age 52, getting up on a 10 meter tower doing a full twisting one and a half for the first time in thirty years. (Hey, that wasn't even on my list!)

 

I am not crazy. I did it to demonstrate what it means to "relaunch." First, it requires thinking clearly about what is to be done. The better part of diving is planning. To relaunch means remembering what launching was like in the past. It involves deciding whether or not to go through with the plan.

 

Then there is the execution of the plan. To launch is to commit to a plan. To relaunch is to commit to a plan made previously. It is to try something once again with the benefit of experience.

 

In 1998 I planned out and in 2000 I launched GhostSurfers.com. In 2011 I repurchased GhostSurfers.com with the intention of relaunching it. I now stand at the ready on the platform to execute a business plan. I only lack the proper managment team to get it started. All of the other elements of the plan are looking exceedingly good.

 

A little bit of history is called for here. GhostSurfers.com was not a flop. It was a business that was never funded. Despite the fact that we were never given a chance, we had one of the most visited web sites on the entire Internet in the year 2000. I have not significantly changed the business plan since 2000. What I see now is an even better opportunity, now mobile ready, now empowered by a streaming social age.

 

Because GhostSurfers.com was never funded, I was unable to pay for the servers and security I needed to execute my plan and I was unable to complete development. As a result, I am not in Mark Zuckerberg's shoes right now. A look at my patent application from 2001 describes some of the applications of the technology I invented. You may notice that a description of FaceBook is found in it. Without funding the enterprise had to end. The servers were not able to keep up with bandwidth so the site became unreliable. Development was slowed down and came to a hault without executing the whole plan.

 

Security was also under-funded. The site was hacked by a Russian extortionist, who had been one of the programmers, hired by a firm I hired in New York to complete development of phase two. Those were the days of the dot.com bubble burst. Smart development firms, like the one I first hired ended all private sector work. ASD, a Fortune 500 company, took the MyFlorida.com contract. Unfortunately, GhostSurfers.com was one of the private sector businesses they removed from their client list. This forced me to look for developers elsewhere and by then my personal resources were largely depleted. Forced to find developers elsewhere but without sufficient funding ISI Studios of New York agreed to work for 5% of our equity. ISI had SesameStreet.com as a strong client. But apparently, when Sesame Street backed out they experienced their own cash flow problems and laid off their own workers. This meant they had to outsource their work, including mine. That's when the Russians were hired.

 

I did not know these Russians existed and had access to my web site. ISI failed to tell me they had lost their best account along with their employees and they failed to tell me they had provided a backdoor to my server so they could do its updates. They also failed to tell me they had not paid the Russians for their work, but somehow the Russians got the idea that I had not paid ISI and that GhostSurfers was to blame for their not getting paid. As a result, a vendetta against me ensued, beginning with the hacking of my web site. There were seven incremental back ups. These were systematically imploded by the Russians. After this, my home computer files were also systematically deleted. This included all of the emails I had ever written and all of my books and college notes. I had written 11 books as a church history and eschatology professor so this was no small loss. I had to start life over from scratch. Anything I had ever preserved digitally, save some very old back ups that were unattached and inaccessible, were destroyed as the Russians sought to end me.

 

Please don't take out the fiddle as you read this. If I wanted people to feel sorry for me I'd tell them about my hardships. The destruction of my business was inevitable because of lack of funding. It was not caused by the Russians. The Russians simply put the final nail on the coffin and made the whole retelling kind of interesting.

 

No, this is not a sad story at all. It is a ghost story. Consider the name of the web site - GhostSurfers.com - we were a community of ghosts, 30,000 members strong. What I want to tell you about is how the dead can be raised. You see you can steal all of my digital files from every computer I have, and delete every book I ever wrote, every email I ever had, and ask for money I don't have in exchange for my data. What difference does that make? If you don't kill my spirit you haven't stopped me from completing the things that are inside of me that have been set forth for me to do. There are a number of ghost surfers out on the web to this day that would like to complete what they started, as well. They liked being ghost surfers, and they would like to rise from the dead with me. Now that is a story worth telling!

 

What's more, I remember. So I've rewritten a good portion of some of the books that were deleted from my files. And I have a plan to market them that I believe is going to make it a best seller here in the USA and IN CHINA. Why should I whine and complain? Ghosts can't be killed. I'm very much alive. Check out my dive. It is a symbol of the relaunch of GhostSurfers.com. And this time it won't take off without proper funding. It is a fascinating business. In my perhaps not so humble opinion, FaceBook can't hold a candle to it. Why not contact me? I'd love to share this vision. Very good things can happen with just a little faith.

 

 

I was a music composition major in college, found Jesus, was a taxi cab driver and in 1982 became a letter carrier for the US Postal Service. I attended two seminaries (one Catholic, one Orthodox), at night over the next twelve years to get my post-graduate degree. I can't get a job in either one of these because my thinking is too far in the middle, I suppose, and too evangelical on the other. I appreciate history but I appreciate reform and I won't be anybody's apologist. Still, at heart, what I am and what I want to do with my time is teach theology, early church history, and eschatology. So when I am not teaching at a college, since generally only apologists are hired, I am writing theology books.

 

The upshot is that like the apostle Paul, who made tents for a living, I've had odd jobs throughout my life to sustain me and my work. This makes my resume somewhat hard to understand. Truthfully, I have lived about ten times the life most others have. So some of you may know me as the pizza man or the taxi cab driver. Some may know me as a real estate entrepreneur; others as a loan officer. And still others as a network marketing kingpin. Some knew me as a college professor and many know me from church or from some of the ministries in which I've served. A small circle will know me as a writer even though all of my work was deleted because I've had a few students and printed a little hard copy. One thing no one will ever know me as is "unmotivated."

 

Currently, I'm working for a major retailer as I set up my old business stronger than ever. I am the husband of a physically challenged spouse and father of two teenage sons. Anyone who knows how corporate policies run will know that I can't tell you the name of my current employer over the web. The Lord has provided an incredible marketing plan for my books by making me the founder of a company that I believe will outpace FaceBook within five years ...