I was in my garden the other day when I heard a turbo prop aircraft approaching. The engine noise grew louder and louder until it sounded low and directly overhead, and then died away again.
Problem: I have a good view in all directions from my garden, and there wasn’t a plane in sight. Neither was there a cloud to hide one. Wall-to-wall blue sky. So where the hell was it?
I once experienced a "phantom car." I was with my ex when we first started dating and he took me to the top of this small mountain... there was just one one-way road that went up the mountain and back down. There was a spot at the top to pull over and look at the view. We were sitting in the car talking and everytime a car came by we saw the lights ahead of time and then heard the car and it passed right by us before descending. Again, only one way for the cars to go... no turn offs except for where we were. At one point we heard a car but never saw headlights and thought it was odd because it was at night. We both stopped talking and watched and followed the sound... it came right by us and went on down the mountain. No car in sight. The road was only about 20 feet behind where we were parked. It is impossible for any car do drive by without anyone parked at the top seeing them. Sorry if this is jumbled and full of run-on sentences. I took some pain meds and they make me loopy.
I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
All the permanent pictures and some of the posted ones on this blog are my copyright. Most of them, however, are placed with a picture library which holds the licensing rights. I don't, therefore, have the legal right to grant permission to use them.
An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
2 comments:
I once experienced a "phantom car." I was with my ex when we first started dating and he took me to the top of this small mountain... there was just one one-way road that went up the mountain and back down. There was a spot at the top to pull over and look at the view. We were sitting in the car talking and everytime a car came by we saw the lights ahead of time and then heard the car and it passed right by us before descending. Again, only one way for the cars to go... no turn offs except for where we were. At one point we heard a car but never saw headlights and thought it was odd because it was at night. We both stopped talking and watched and followed the sound... it came right by us and went on down the mountain. No car in sight. The road was only about 20 feet behind where we were parked. It is impossible for any car do drive by without anyone parked at the top seeing them. Sorry if this is jumbled and full of run-on sentences. I took some pain meds and they make me loopy.
Loopy is good, Andrea. I like loopy. Pain isn't, but life is full of it. Hope you're OK.
I gather they often hear turbo planes near old wartime airfields in Britain, but the only one near here was a training base.
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