timedrifter
As outrageous as it may sound, I believe it is a strong possibility. the man I met and came to know said his name was Frank Devita, he was known as a pool shark in long island and used his money to start a knock-off camera company called Nikanon and proved to be very successful (he proved it with his photo album).
Now how I came to know this person was my father opened a perfume shop in NYC right near Union square park and the day my father opened the store this crazy little man came looking for me by name and I was not there and when I finally came to check out my fathers shop, he came and knew who I was by name (I was 15 years old at the time), this guy was somewhat of the most amazing salesman I ever saw, he could sell an Eskimo ice, he seemed to know something about everything, he knew how to please or offend anyone from any country in any language, we had the store for a few years and this guy was a regular, he lived in a run down hotel on 13th street and he was somewhat of a bum type character but he had knowledge of just about everything as I said. now there are 2 major things that make me think he might be the Comte. 1 - he had a box he brought in, a velvet black box that had 5 or 6 very Large Jewels, one diamond and Ruby, Sapphire and others I am not sure of (I was a teen at the time) I had never seen such a confident person get so protective and paranoid over such a thing, but none the less he had them and it made no sense for the way he was living, He also amazed me with how he was able to have such beautiful women hanging around him and he had somehow knew very powerful people in Manhattan and would bring them to the store just to prove he knew them and had their attention.
the other thing is that he never ate any food in front of us and he claimed to be much older than he looked and he claimed to have spent time with Christ and witnessed the crucifixion as well as knew kings and queens, princes and princesses, perhaps he read about st. Germain and tried to perpetrate it, and 5 years after we closed the shop he saw my father and he was cleaned up and he told my father he needed to see me urgently and from there it got extra weird but that is another story. anyway I think this guy was him except living an unexpected life and laying extra low for some reason and in our last encounter he was cleaned up and the last thing he told me is the next time I saw him I would not recognize him and his bald head would have a full thick natural head of hair and he would be muscular and people would treat him like royalty, this was in 1996, anyway, maybe he was a crazy man from the NYC streets but he fits much of the description of St. Germain indeed. take this story as you will, but I think we will find him again in our life time.
Now how I came to know this person was my father opened a perfume shop in NYC right near Union square park and the day my father opened the store this crazy little man came looking for me by name and I was not there and when I finally came to check out my fathers shop, he came and knew who I was by name (I was 15 years old at the time), this guy was somewhat of the most amazing salesman I ever saw, he could sell an Eskimo ice, he seemed to know something about everything, he knew how to please or offend anyone from any country in any language, we had the store for a few years and this guy was a regular, he lived in a run down hotel on 13th street and he was somewhat of a bum type character but he had knowledge of just about everything as I said. now there are 2 major things that make me think he might be the Comte. 1 - he had a box he brought in, a velvet black box that had 5 or 6 very Large Jewels, one diamond and Ruby, Sapphire and others I am not sure of (I was a teen at the time) I had never seen such a confident person get so protective and paranoid over such a thing, but none the less he had them and it made no sense for the way he was living, He also amazed me with how he was able to have such beautiful women hanging around him and he had somehow knew very powerful people in Manhattan and would bring them to the store just to prove he knew them and had their attention.
the other thing is that he never ate any food in front of us and he claimed to be much older than he looked and he claimed to have spent time with Christ and witnessed the crucifixion as well as knew kings and queens, princes and princesses, perhaps he read about st. Germain and tried to perpetrate it, and 5 years after we closed the shop he saw my father and he was cleaned up and he told my father he needed to see me urgently and from there it got extra weird but that is another story. anyway I think this guy was him except living an unexpected life and laying extra low for some reason and in our last encounter he was cleaned up and the last thing he told me is the next time I saw him I would not recognize him and his bald head would have a full thick natural head of hair and he would be muscular and people would treat him like royalty, this was in 1996, anyway, maybe he was a crazy man from the NYC streets but he fits much of the description of St. Germain indeed. take this story as you will, but I think we will find him again in our life time.