Casey Jones and Casey Heinzism

1. Julia and Julia inspired

by Casey Heinzism DNatureofDTrain

2/13/2011 12:09:00 AM

This is part of a blog I wrote on 2007 and re-posted on my old forum

Ever watched the movie Julia and Julia.. It part of what inspired me to start blogging about Casey, but I will admit both Jones and I, are shy about the topic of US.

We are actively in each others life. So, you will See the Previous posts deleted and re modified as this blog is a start of a new book called Casey Jones and Casey Heinzism ...

So, I can finally share the interesting hidden story, that the world has never seen, nor understood before...

You will see both the challenges, as well as the benefits and interesting things this has added to my life at certain times.. Just to warn you this has a lot of very sad content in this story as this hits on numerous traumas.

But for now.. ... To start off this book the previous posts will be wiped of their old format and rewritten, as I prepare to write this book. This story may never be truly finished. But I will give it my best attempt.

- DNatureofDTrain ..

2. Casey Jones for a nickname -

by Casey Heinzism DNatureofDTrain

This Post Would have been first entry to Casey Blog, however the site I blogged on closed.

So this was shared from a forum post.

DNatureofDTrain Forum

Posted Fri Feb 29, 2008 4:39 pm

Location: Grace Marsh, Wisconsin USA

(Author's Note: Grace Marsh is just a nickname for my home.. Thundering Grace..)

Well,.. I joined this new network that is like my space but it is all folk and legend oriented....

I made a blog and was going to blog on Casey...

But I am to darn nervous...

My first entry would be this....

When I speak of Casey, it is like I am possessed I can not leave out the reincarnation stuff,.... the visions, and dreams....

I, of course, do not want to upset his fans, friends, or descendants...

So I am probably going to delete the blog .

.. I just am not sure how to present a Casey Jones blog because there is so darn much I want to say that is not meant to be said in mainstream society...

(I however was told not to edit or leave anything out. To do my best to share and tell the full story, including the controversial material.)

First, Many of you will ask...

Who was Casey Jones?

Was he a real person or made up?

And why or how did you get the nickname Casey Jones?....

Well, I had received the nickname Casey Jones originally from my biological sister.

I was adopted so I have many sisters and brothers is why I use the word Biological.

I had given her the nickname to use online to remain anonymous in chat rooms as Dymphna Smith,

First name after her favorite Saint, and just a like name she liked from Jonathan Smith on Little house in the prairie as she was always a major Michael Landon Fan..

Well, my sister looked at me.. and thought Smith and Jones...

Jones,..

You are always walking fast to get to class earlier or on time...

.....and you love Trains..

.....So why not .. Casey Jones....?

My Reaction was I quick ran over to her bed, and put my pillow in my face and yelled

NooOOOOOOoooo! ,,,

And then she tapped me on the back and said do you like it?

I then grin-maced a smile and lied, (grinned and grimaced).

Yes, I do it's an honor....

Why, did I not like Casey Jones?

Well.. because every time I turned around people were randomly calling me this name, or comparing me to him and I did not know why, but I always got a sick to my stomach feeling when his name was mentioned...

.. so usually I would immediately snap and say..

Do not mention that name around me....

Don't ever call me that again....

Not understanding fully my reactions, or understanding or knowing anything really about Jones I would be asked,

Why don't you like him?..

and I would respond,

'cause he wrecked a train

... and then usually, I would do my own legendary fast walk away from the individual or person as fast as I could...

Until the topic was dropped. Sometimes people followed me and would go on but he died trying to stop it from being wrecked. I would fast walk even faster in circles trying to escape them...which usually I did out walk them and lost their trail...

My feelings against Mr. Jones were so strong.. that I used to have a vomiting reaction if I talked about him to much, and then found myself feeling really guilty, and depressed..

I had no idea why...

I officially took on the nickname in 1998, but did not really use it in the chat rooms until year 1999 when I started to chat host only because some sick minded individuals were changing DNatureofDTrain to have a meaning it did not mean at all ... and I got tired of the idiots calling me DNatureofDAlcohol..

I am against drinking always have been.

By the year 1999 I had graduated high school and was well known locally for my dreams and visions coming true, as well as for my fast walk which one day was clocked at a literal estimated 4 minute mile or exactly 3 minutes and 52 seconds to be exact ...minute mile ...

I passed out in the locker room afterward fell asleep and my study hall teacher, caught me on the way to Algebra, and tried to get me for skipping...

I took off and out fast walked them.. As I normally did and they usually stopped and stated no way I can catch that one.

My Phy Ed teacher was worried that if I did not relax after walking so fast that I'd give myself a literal heart attack as she knew that I always did that speed for my hallway walk and my next class was 1/4 a mile down the school halls... by this time I took off to class and back and she freaked out on me telling me to sit and rest.. I refused..

I only slept for 15 minutes into the next class then I was awake bouncing all over, I yelled at my Phy Ed teacher for not waking me took off to my next class as she yelled at me to take it easy....

As I started to whistle a little before I took off down the hallways...

Usually whistling train signaling style.. (..-.) made me feel cool, as in calm, or more focused and relaxed.. it had a soothing...element to it...

I did not care how I appeared really...

I just usually do my best to be my best. This is what mattered.

The Casey Jones part of my life did not start here but started way back in my childhood, as you know by now I have the ability to connect with spirits and ghosts...

By the time year 2000 came I was convinced that I was being haunted by the Ghost of Jones.

I kept having these things that appeared like they were memories or flash backs.

But... They were not my memories.... It was not my life and it was not until in 1998 I went to renew my temps (temporary driver's license and state ID.) that I had any idea whose memories they were...

I filled out my name, and where I lived feeling as if I was half awake.... half asleep after doing a past life regression self hypnosis tape that I did not realize... stopped mid tape... I was doing it every day for 30 days and journal ling what came to mind. I kept asking, Are you sure I do not have to drive to get these renewed I can not drive today I am to tired or something....  I was assured ...I did not have to drive and it was the same as renewing my State Identification card.

... You would think at the time..... Since I was chatting ....I was chatting in About.com Depression Support chat hosting under the name of CayceJTrainHOST, CaseyJonesTrain or CaseyJTrainHOST.. you would think I would have caught on sooner as I helped out in that my dreams or information coming to me had anything to do with Casey Jones until what I wrote in that form at the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles.)

it was not my name but his...

"John Luther Jones

lived in Jackson, Tennessee 

Age 36 worked for Illinois Central Railroad Company..

6 foot 4 Height..

130 pounds

Brown hair

Hazel eyes..."

... by this time..

I turned ghost white and started to tear the paper up into itty bitty pieces....

saving just one piece... the piece with the Name

John Luther Jones on it...

I had slipped it into my pocket to research on later.

Casey was his nickname..

I then got online later that night and went to PaganWiccan Chat.. on about.com . and one person told me..

"You are not being haunted by his ghost...

That is you...

You need to forgive yourself for the wreck...."

I said,

What wreck..?

She said,

You are seeing yourself in your past life..

I  had thought,

no way..

She Said,

What was the name? Iust type it in the search engine to see if you can find anything...

....and... So I did..

I had typed in John Luther Jones .. and the results was many sites on Casey Jones...

I immediately hyper ventilated at first...  really fast stating,

"No, No, No, No, No,

I don't want to read any of this.. "

My friends talked me into opening just one page and reading it...

So I clicked the Watervalley Railroad Museum site..

http://www.watervalley.net/users/caseyjones/htm

The site is now changed to:

The Watervalley Casey Jones Museum

https://caseyjonesmuseum.weebly.com/casey-jones.html

I read the first page..

....my reaction was my ears rang,

....I had a mental flood of images

....and then I was in the bathroom vomiting for the next 30 minutes..

As I cried repeating,

"No, No, No, No, No..

I was not him a past life..

I hate that man I don't want anything to do with him... "

....but when I returned  to the computer,  to close out the page.

I looked at the monitor,

and I was staring at Illnois Central,

Engine 638 in the picture and then I had felt relaxed

... and talked to my friends more..

I said,

"Okay, if its true that I was him in a past life

.... then what do I have to do to make all this stop...?"

They stated,

"It is easy just forgive yourself for the wreck,

and convince Casey to forgive himself for the wreck."

I, of course, ran to the bathroom again by then my friend had to log off and I just shut everything down and went to bed

I was still in shock over it but went out into the hay fields the following day for my first time driving tractors running the baler...

It felt so relaxing and soothing even though it was extremely hot.

I got online the following night, and argued about the wreck and straight out said, well it was not his fault! ...

Then all my friends and I started to do a little research trying to find out anything that would calm down Casey's energy ...

They decided that it was time for me to learn to sing his song as it was the song that made him a legend...

I was weary about any of it,

I had strong beliefs in past lives and did not have a problem with anyone who came up and told me they thought they were a famous person. This did not bother me one bit...

But, it bothered me as I did not want to be the one telling another that I was a famous person in a past life, and I surely did not want people to look at me now and think...

Wow.. look at what Jones turned into ...

As Jones is still Jones...

..and with that thought.

My twisted humor kicks in, and I imagine this would rip open the New Madrid fault line from him rolling in his grave so hard if people wanted to say Jones is now that Crazy person in Wisconsin! ....

Even though it can give a new meaning to taking a farewell trip to the promise land!...

Wisconsin - America's dairy promise land!

Anyhow.. after all this craziness occurred..

I contacted my old therapist thinking I was nuts.. as she reminded me that Jones was not a multiple personality.. .. or the result of any psychiatric disorder..

That I knew and understand the truth of what is going on. That she thinks I am right as it being a valid past life carry over...

This was something we could not really prove no matter how much evidence we have.

We also agreed that Jones and I are one single individual approaching our life from two different time periods.

I.. as anyone ......would have to really wonder...

Well, .. I then, again, opened up to grandpa about 4 weeks before he passed on of lung cancer about it..

I said,

"Grandpa.....

.. I have grown to like using then nickname... Casey Jones.. but a lot of people think it was my past life...

...and I do not want people to look at me now using the nick, and think I am trying to be him.

I am not, I am just myself, and I do not want the museum or his family or descendants to find this out and get into trouble, hurt feelings or to offend others by speaking of it...."

The following day one of my stupid friends emailed the museum site, asking about my Casey Jones past life addressed to me as DNatureofDTrain...

Well, I had just joined the Casey Jones online group and I thought..

"Oh crap,

I am for surely going to get kicked off of it, and be viewed as a nutcase.."

.. needless to say..

I cussed out that particular friend for a many of weeks straight and nearly broke off the friendship for good...

The Museum, and his descendants were actually very friendly to me, although some believed I was him others believed I just definately work with his spirit or ghost. I had issues with one of the descendants of the other train his crashed into giving me issues.. but that had died down really fast...

I told my Grandpa about it

as I was upset.. and asked him what he thought..

He said,

You should keep using the nickname Casey Jones... no matter what anyone says and you should tell his story....

I said,

"No, No, No,..

I can not tell his story after these nightmares and visions and stuff..

His story in my mind is not always the same as history tells it, and last thing I want to do is spread lies or untruth about him or anyone else...

My Grandpa listened and understood but he replied,

Yes, You can. You know the truth, and there is nothing wrong in telling the truth.

I had to leave as I had home work to do.. meaning my chores...

This was in year 2002...

But, as I walked home I remembered way back in 1998 having nearly the same discussion  and...

When I walked home, and pulling out a book about Casey Jones that I realized someone snuck into my school bag..

As usual, I had tossed it aside and had never opened it..

I then did my homework, and then played play station a car racing game on Playstation...

....Ridge Racer and then Tetris , as I blared the Song Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne over and over and over...

When I played  Ridge Racer I used to add a twist to it. I would race the whole track as fast as I could backwards, and then I would turn around and do it forwards and still win the game. I remember once showing this off to the family, as I walked off with them all looking at me in disbelief, as they wondered how I maneully shifted the car in the game so well. Not sure, but it was fun.

I did not discuss it again for years...

I graduated in 1999....

Then in year 2002.... Grandpa and I had nearly the same discussion again....

As I showed him print out of my stories from my website he enjoyed.

My DNatureofDTrain Poetry and Stories,

and My lamb Dog Petey, and photos of my first books for sale.

He was so proud.

Later on Dad asked me who Casey was..

I said,

I dunno why?

He said,

Grandpa all day bragged to me about some Casey.

and it took us a week to realize Grandpa was talking about me.

He then all of sudden fell seriously ill....

So all my relatives came over to his house...

I walked in the door, and He struggled to stand up and said,

Hey! Casey is here!

... and I ran over to him and hugged him .....

and he asked me how school was? ..

.....I smiled and reminded him I graduated..

He said,

"I mean your independent studies....

and laughed,

....and everything else kept calling me Casey

and trying to sing his song..

But, Grandpa was out of breath..

He was singing the TV Show version of his song,

and then the Oscar Meyer version of Wabash Cannonball.

He had lung cancer.....

I then did my Healing Prayers for him... and he was talking to Grandma.

Grandma passed away 11 years before.. the rest of the family was wondering if he was confused..

Only thing he was confused about is he was arguing with my Grandma who in spirit was telling him. I am Casey Jones..

As he did not believe it laughing his butt off telling her to stop kidding him and pulling his leg, and then he jumped and got really serious, and he said she seriously says you really are him.

I know she does not lie, so you must be.

I said no he is not confused I can not see Grandma there but I feel she is there and he said Grandma says you are Casey Jones, and both of us agree that we want you to keep using the nickname.

That caught on amongst all the teens who all used Casey Jones in whispers with me or when we were hyper playing.. and became a strong way amongst the children to cope...

Grandpa said, Good-bye Casey Jones

as I walked out the door I used to always get so mad at him for never using the words Good-bye.. but he never did as Good-bye meant forever..

So I replied to him as he often did to me...

I then turned to my Grandpa leaned left and waved with my left hand and said in a different way and TN, KY, Irish.. like accent..,

There are no good-byes only see ya laters..

I then stood at the window outside played and chased his Old English Shepard dog around as he always loved to watch me walking really fast, I leaped over his dog and how she would dive under my feet trying to stop me from walking off...

She did good at plowing into me at times as we would both roll down hill getting covered in grass together.

I also started to study some American Standard sign language..

So I also would sign to him in sign language...

I love you...

He was so proud of me when I did this.

So... The only reason I talk about Casey or still use his nickname is it was my Grandpas last wish of me to do so.....

My Grandpa was a real down to earth man, and his response that day surprised me as he did not believe in reincarnation himself, and I have already heard it from over 30 different psychics online as I hopped from reading room to reading room, using different names asking who I was in a past life always getting the same results of Casey Jones......

I did not know what to think...

So I worked with my friend who was a hypnotherapist to try to help bring closure to this so called past life.. on the night of April 30th, 2000

I was in 5 chat rooms at once, chatting with the Museum group, and chatting with my friends and hypnotherapist...

All working on one thing except the museum group was there to just honor Jones and chat about him.. as we talked and debated details..

I tried to be quiet. So I did not state much to that room, but I worked hard with affirmations and all to try to get Casey out of his guilt, and I had flash backs to his wreck and just was a rough as heck night.

But, that is the night 100 years later IF ... the reincarnation theory is real... that Jones had finally forgiven himself for the wreck, and started to accept the folk hero/legend status given to him and tremendous burden lifted off my own shoulders and mind and I was still ashamed, and felt bad for Mr. Jones.

Yet, I found myself seriously obsessing over his wreck and other things.

Some of this eased up after I learned his song and started to sing it.....

Now, the question is..

Some people may read above and say,

Well you just want to be just like Jones or be him..

I say, um.. no thanks..

They say you never had any excitement..

(They obviously do not realize it is been quite the opposite.. excitement overload..)

I say not true...

I have danced in many dust devils, and funnel clouds,

I have been hit by lightning multiple times...

(Years later it was medically verified 28+ times on in scars on my right foot, the plus means the next scars overlap the previous scars making it harder to count. So it is more than that.)

I have gotten into a lot of fights.. and won...

I have prevented train wrecks and derailments and I was considered one of those school yard legends at three schools in Milton, Wisconsin ...

I am known by many nicknames..

Mother Nature .... Devil Woman, Train Lady... Nature Train Woman ... The Whitewater Witch,  and well many on the internet have told me that I am a living legend myself..

So why would I want to be Casey Jones?...,

or anything but myself?

No thanks....

I rather be just me. :)

So back to Casey Jones...

Want me to tell his story?

... Sorry..

I am still to shy...

Go visit the museum site...

Learn the Real Facts and documented story there..

The Watervalley Casey Jones Museum

https://caseyjonesmuseum.weebly.com/

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