Terry Douglas Biography


Terrence "Terry" Douglas, writer, poet, and former spy
Forged by life experiences as a CIA operations officer during the Cold War in Europe, the Middle East and Asia, pursued intelligence on the threat posed by Soviet-Bloc and emerging international terrorism sponsored by rejectionist Palestinian and allied German armed cells..

During Desert Storm, Douglas headed up a Saudi-owned security management firm that provided military and security training to the Saudi Ministry of Defense, as well as protective security for select members of the royal family.

Later Douglas chaired an academic department for intelligence for an on-line university – one of the largest in the country with over 60 adjunct professors including former US intelligence officers and included a former Afghan Mujahadeen. Among the courses he created and conducted were Intuitive Intelligence and Forecasting Terrorism, which challenged students to meet the threat posed by terrorism directly, not relying upon the historical templates of the past. He took this training to Kabul while assisting the Afghans in resisting the treat posed by the resurgent Taliban force. 

In the last three years, Douglas published two volumes of poetry influenced by his experiences, spiritual search, and passion for Sufi poetry – Searching Sand Crabs in the Dark and Ice Dance. Influenced by the sudden and tragic death of his wife of 39 years, he recently published Rules for Engaging Grief: A Path to Healing. He has just completed a new manuscript – House of Sand, a satiric novel, drawing from his experiences in the Middle East. 

Douglas, born in the Bronx, a graduate of Fordham University, is a resident of Sandbridge, Virginia, where he is raising his thirteen-year-old son as a single parent. He has five grown children and eleven grandchildren. 

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O' Great Spirit,

Whose voice i hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me! I am small and weak, i need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears, sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that i may understand the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy -  myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.