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Ted Bundy was a serial killer who worked in the Pacific Northwest in the late 1970's. I met him when he visited Evergreen State College as a photocopier paper salesman.
He is significant to me, because he is the only person I met, who links Jesus to myself. I'll explain.
Back in 1977 I flew from London, or Paris where my girlfriend at the time, Brigitte was, to the USA and ended up in Olympia at Evergreen State College. I had met Brigitte about Christmas 1976, because I remember we had a great dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Bayswater, not far from my room on Sutherland Avenue, Maida Vale. It cost me about £50 with wine, which was about a week's wages at the winebar on Wigmore Street The Prontefract Castle, where I was working.
Theodore Robert "Ted" Bundy (born Theodore Robert Cowell; November 24, 1946 – January 24, 1989) was an American serial killer, rapist, kidnapper, and necrophile who assaulted and murdered numerous young women and girls during the 1970s and possibly earlier. After more than a decade of denials, he confessed shortly before his execution to 30 homicides committed in seven states between 1974 and 1978; the true total remains unknown, and could be much higher.
Bundy was regarded as handsome and charismatic by his young female
victims, traits he exploited in winning their trust. He typically
approached them in public places, feigning an injury or disability, or
impersonating an authority figure, before overpowering and assaulting
them at a more secluded location. He sometimes revisited his secondary
crime scenes for hours at a time, grooming and performing sexual acts
with the decomposing corpses until putrefaction and destruction by wild
animals made further interaction impossible. He decapitated at least 12
victims and kept some of the severed heads in his apartment for a period
of time as mementos. On a few occasions he simply broke into dwellings
in the dead of night and bludgeoned victims as they slept.
Gary Leon Ridgway (born February 18, 1949) is an American serial killer known as the Green River Killer, convicted of 49 separate murders and confessed to nearly double that number. He murdered numerous women and girls, most of whom were also alleged prostitutes, in Washington during the 1980s and 1990s, earning his nickname when the first five victims were found in the Green River.[1] He strangled them, usually with his arm but sometimes using ligatures. After strangling the women, he would dump their bodies throughout forested and overgrown areas in King County, often returning to the dead bodies to have sexual intercourse with them.[2]
On November 30, 2001, as he was leaving the Renton, Washington Kenworth Truck factory where he worked, he was arrested for the murders of four women whose cases were linked to him through DNA evidence.[2] As part of a plea bargain wherein he agreed to disclose the whereabouts of still-missing women, he was spared the death penalty and received a sentence of life imprisonment without parole.
What happened is somebody told me they had seen me in an office and asked me what I was doing there. Apparently I had gone in to an office and asked for somebody, one of the deans, and somebody who knew me had recognised me. At teh time I didn't believe in God, that only started in 1982 after I wrote my thesis, but at the time I knew I looked like Jesus on the Turin Shroud, because my friend Steve had taken a photo of me, and although I was about 22, I looked more like the picture above. In fact somebody gave me a can of shaving cream, because she said her mother's friend had seen me and thought the end of teh world was coming, and had bought a dozen cans and run up into the hills in a panic. We thought that was funny, but apparently Charlie Manson thought he looked like Jesus too, and he probably wasn't.
Anyway it turned out later that Theodore Bundy had been waiting in this office, sitting on a seat while somebody found out if the college needed any photocopier paper. I had walked in, looking like Jesus, and asking to see the Dean, or whoever, and somebody had seen me and mentioned it to a friend.
Much later, years later in fact, I thought I did remember the incident, but it had not in fact been me, it had been Jesus, who was looking like me, (in much the same as Bernd a man who met Maria Sharapova when she was 13 or 14 in an airport in Italy, and who again met her in an aeroplane an hour or two later and gave her the cross she wears around her neck before disappearing into her heart in a puff of steam or smoke was not me, or a man who looked like me, but was in fact Jesus).
Now, my memory of going into the office, and seeing a man who looked like Ted Bundy sitting on a chair, knowing who he was and what he had done, and also thinking, "He must have at least an element of doubt in his mind whether Jesus and God are real and really do know everything", and knowing that he didn't believe he was seeing Jesus, but actually thought that maybe Jesus was real, that memory, which was one from before I was born, actually became much stronger than my real memory of that day, in which I was really nowhere near that office.
There is that song, "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've seen, nobody knows, but jesus. It was one of the first that I learned to play on the piano, and I've often thought that all teh trouble of teh slave plantations has been forgotten, and it is a good thing that only God and Jesus know what really happened.
Bundy was confident that he was smarter than the police and detectives, mainly because he concealed his crimes, but he made the mistake of leaving tooth marks on the breast of one of his victims, a woman whose apartment he broke into, and who he bludgeoned to death. This bite mark connected him directly to the crime.