Bio

David Adamson: An Author Unbound

“The Mind Behind the Words”

Adamson writes fiction books with strong characters and themes that refuse to be confined by anybody’s shit. He creates worlds and characters that push back against the chains, writing for readers who demand depth and aren’t afraid to question everything. On this page, you’ll learn more about his works and the hell he dragged himself through to bring them to you.

Every story starts somewhere this is ours.

Right from the young age of 7, Mr. Adamson was able to self-teach complicated radio operation to himself. Causing the RCMP to investigate wiretapping by David, using a handheld walkie-talkie in 1968. Which he used to break the frequency used by the telephone company and interrupting private phone calls. Having visits by the spirit of his first dog Moose, later he passed away, Uncle Leo, and his Grandmother on the night of her passing. And learning how to build, control, and set off explosives, from a science kit, and numerous fire-works has given to him, by his father. The learning of which was brought on by, and spending time, and recovering from an automobile accident on and during his 8th birthday. David was struck by an out-of-town teacher driving at the recorded speed of 80 miles per hour driving from Burns Lake to Prince George BC, rounding a curve and finding David on his bicycle in front of her on the road. David suffered multiple broken bones, concussion, severe external hemorrhage, and his vitals stopped during life-saving techniques used by paramedics on scenes. During this accident scene, a man named Mr. Ryder came to David’s aid, he was 70+ and not prepared for the carnage before him. He suffered a fatal heart attack upon seeing the broken boy’s body lying bleeding on the highway, and died before ambulance crews could save him.

David Adamson was 17 when his newborn son was born. The baby was rushed to ICU immediately after birth due to complications that turned out to be terminal. Spending the next 15 hours with the child after his birth, became the turning point in David’s life that eventually led to his writing Hellish 38 years later. David was unable to have a funeral for his son as the mother would not allow a funeral. Personal addiction and suspected psychosis directed the mother’s decisions at the time.

David Adamson began his writing career at the age of 55, during his pain-full separation and eventual divorce from his wife of 30 + years. In the early stages of the separation, his son who passed when David was a youth, crossed over into the realm of the living to be with David once more. Providing him with the mental support and direction required to complete the first segment to The Hellish Series. The spirit reminded David of the story that was imparted to him in detail years ago at the child’s birth; through a mental connection with the infant before his death. Moreover, reminding David that he now had the life experience to complete such a task finally.

A nearly equal amount of his life working in a Plywood Plant, known as North Central Plywood’s, for 18 years, and driving a truck as a professional Driver for 20 years. During his employment at NCP; David organized professional chess matches, Chaired a non-profit for 10 years; called “ The Prince George Chess Association”. As well as, spearheading and winning the bid for The National Event, ”The National Junior Closed ” in the winter of 1994-1995. David also attended college, volunteered for St. John’s Ambulance, becoming an Occupational First Aid Attendant, holding an ‘A’ ticket, and maintaining certification for 30 + years. Eventually completing Core courses with The Justice Institute, and perusing part-time employment with The British Columbia Ambulance Services.

Where passion for books becomes a lifelong story.

During these life events, Mr. Adamson at 23 was married, over time his wife lost 2 children, both ectopic pregnancies. At one point David was drugged beaten and left for dead, being dropped at a ‘ chop shop’. Later in life losing both parents from old age. His dad, 90, and mother at 85 years of age. Also, Mr. Adamson adopted three children, Samuel, Jasmine, and Joshua. Was a licensed Foster Parent in two provinces, for over ten years, where he saw 7 children come to live for a short time in his home, before the adoption of the final two Jas, and Josh. Sam lived with the Adamson’s since birth and was a part of a fostering journey.

There was one point in Mr. Adamson’s life where he met a man named Fredric Hamm. Fred was 7’10”. Being of such stature, one would think that was enough to set anyone on a higher plane; however. much more was to happen. David had purchased 1968 Oldsmobile 442, Hurst Oldsmobile 2 years before meeting Fredric. The purchase itself was unnatural. The car was part of an unsettled estate and required a lawyer to finalize the sale from the deceased owner to Mr. Adamson. Fred was a bone breaker for the Hell’s Angels and on a business-related venture next door to David the day he was to meet Fred. Fred, after taking care of trivial matter next door, came to visit David having learned that the 442 was for sale. During the meeting, David had the vision of seeing Fred’s body mutilated body in his home during a motorcycle accident. David did not tell Fred of his vision, instead, he imparted the vision to his wife, the neighbor, whom Fred came to see earlier, and another family member. Fred was to suffer a motorcycle accident and died on scene 2 months later, and before finishing the purchase of the car. Fred’s brother came by with several members of the club to Mr. Adamson’s home later that fateful week to collect the car which Fred had paid for earlier and signed a transfer document for. The boys were friends with David up until then, having no reason to part company until Fred’s death. But with Fred’s death came the need to complete the sale to a now-dead man and the realization that David had purchased the car from a dead person 2 years earlier. This was an un-cross able line for all concerned. Not realizing that all Fred’s injuries at the accident scene were post-mortem as Fred had a heart attack on the motorcycle before it left the roadway and crashed. I knew this was the reason for his death and I couldn’t possibly see a better way to go than going while riding with one’s friends down the road freedom in his hair blowing in the wind. The boys somehow mistakenly thought I caused his death, and I was no longer their friend. How wrong they were.

Mr. Adamson continues to have many visits from spirits, and he is humbled that they need him to impart their presence to others. The other side of life is death, it’s a duality. The spiritual is in flux, not fixed by the constraints of time nor place. There are many of us alive now on Earth; however; there are so many more who have passed before us, that the number is nearly equal to all the grains of sand on all the beaches on Earth. All these lives were important, they all had a story, and they are among us even now. All the living have ever done, is lie to us about the past; the dead want us to remember that where we come from is more important than where we want to go. How else are we to know who we truly are? Finding out the truth about our past means realizing that we are spiritual beings, and are part of a duality. Not, a single existence as we have been told by our educated leaders. We are “Human Beings, Not Human Doings”, this is not my saying it has been uttered before by another, his name is Rick Warren. David Adamson understands that the meaning of ‘being’ is our spirituality or the part of us that contains the soul. This gives us our connection to the afterlife. Something that has all but been taken away from the living to robotize our existence on Earth. A crime beyond anything

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