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Chapter 11 Once it dawned on me that television, fascinating as it was, was not my real passion, it wasn’t long until I bowed out of the job with Bill Blair. I was grateful for all he’d done for me but I had been put on this earth for a specific purpose. I just knew that. I’d thought television production could be my purpose, but now I knew that while TV was fun, it wasn’t my reason for being on this earth. I was quite sure of that. By this time, Jacques Vallee and I had almost agreed to let our partnership rest for a time. I was back in Turley with lots to do but with very little that I wanted to do. Certainly I wasn’t receiving any income from my efforts in our house and yard. Tatas aaa tr I tried to pick up my painting again and although I was fairly successful as a painter, that didn’t compel me either. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to continue my own UFO investigations but I knew we couldn’t afford trips all over the map. Car, gasoline, motels, restaurants, tolls, airplane flights, clothing... everything cost money, and unless Bob received a commission for a sculpture or sold a painting we didn’t have any money. I sighed inwardly. There was nothing else for it, I would need to take another wage earning job. The children all needed shoes and clothing and equipment for school and I needed to do something with my life. Once I’d made the decision my mind eased, at least for the rest of that day. I played with my daughters, helped Bob in his studio, fed all the animals and went to bed early to sleep the sleep of the just. I woke up dizzy and disoriented. My walk from my bed to the head of the stairway was a stagger. The kitchen seemed a million miles away rather than just down a short flight of steps. Holding to the wall, I 90 NEW JOB; MORE INVESTIGATIONS