Angel Lake

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: 2007 ##3 Angel Lake:

By: George Patnoe Jr.'s Ambidextrous Writing Brain + Mind

Perry once had a dreamy kind of wish, when he once walked up to a Chinese lake with a background of mountains and trees and more importantly, an invisible, yet golden silence which only nature could bring to Perry’s ears. Perry could only have stayed less than a minute, when he heard the words, "Come on Perry, we are not allowed to park here." Perry looked around the park and he noticed that not a single person was in sight. Yet, through the golden silence, Perry made an invisible wish to himself, (yet unknowing also to the unseen angels who heard his wish), ‘That it would be nice to live next to a lake with the golden silence. I wish one day, I will be able to sit next to a lake with this golden silence, which can not be bought with all of the money in the world.’

A second time the call came from someone in the car, "Come on, before we get a ticket." Perry responded, "Why isn’t there any parking spaces here?" But there was no answer as the people in the car did not live here either, even though they did live in China, though hundreds of miles away. Perry turned his head around in the car for one last look at his wish, only to wonderingly wish a wish without a thought or a word in his mind. Then he wondered to himself, ‘What would it be like to sit within the silence of the golden silence of this seemingly magical lake? Maybe one day, after I find another lake with the golden silence, I will be able to happily sit within or next to the golden silence of a lake in America...whenever I feel like it.

Perry never asked to be a millionaire, maybe because becoming a millionaire can sometimes take a lifetime of work, which led Perry to the conclusion that time was more valuable than money, even though Perry realized that money was needed in the world, but not when he was sitting on the edge of a lake with the golden silence. After all, even if Perry was a millionaire, he could not bring a million dollars to the lake’s golden silence and even if he did bring a million dollars to any lake, what could he buy, an ice cream cone and then maybe the lake itself? But even if he had bought the lake, if he sat on the edge of a lake’s water, a million dollars would not enable him to listen to the golden silence, nor would it enable Perry to listen through the golden silence.

Perry entered his home country of America with a subconscious wish, a wish which he had experienced before at an American lake. The first American lake was a very large lake, with five different picnicking areas. Each picnic area had both fine points; like the tall pine trees, a wash room, benches, and even food stands where ice cream and hamburgers are still sold. And maybe more importantly, each picnic area had seagulls. The seagulls flew high in the sky or low over the water, or they might beg for food by raising their peaks up and using their seagull yell to get some attention from people, and to get some people food from people.

Perry remembered how he would sit on a beach bench and just zone out of the world of people and things, even though he of course was physically still in the world of people and things as he sat on the physical beach bench as people walked by with a vanilla or a chocolate ice cream cones or maybe they held a hotdog filled with yellow and red looking liquid plastic. Of course, people’s pets ran around the beach bench or picnic tables or they would run into the water to cool off or maybe they just hung out as they lazy i ly laid in the warm sand.

As Perry sat on the wooden beach bench, he starred out over the lake, or sometimes glazing over to the long horizon, or sometimes glaring up the blue sky and its covering white floating clouds, or sometimes just watching the seagulls flying either low towards the water or flying very high in the sky, so high in the sky that moving dark specks would only be known as seagulls because we know that they are indeed seagulls. But something was and is different over the water than that air over the land of green grass or fields of corn or wheat or sunflowers or even of those mountains that remind the viewer that huge sheets of ice once slowly moved up and down America and all over the worlds solid ground like a slow snail that had no where to go, but just kept moving anyway.

Perry seem to mentally zone into a different realm above the water, compared to that of looking at the green grass, and the trees on the mountains. The water touching the air seem to represent two different realms of life touching each other, living side by side, though each not really knowing the other until a human dived into the water or a fish or whale or dolphin jumped out of the water to take a peek at the creatures of the air. But even then, a fish is not a human, nor is a human a fish, yet they live side by side, one under the other or one above the other.

In the same logic of thinking, Perry sensed that there was life somehow above the water, like the flying seagulls, but yet not the seagulls. Perry sensed a realm that existed through the air above the water, yet also above the air; just as the fish must sense a life beyond and above the water which they can not really see, yet they feel as they look up through the water to the glaring sun rays that dive through the water until night takes over the earth. Perry somehow sensed that maybe there was a realm there which humans can not see with their brains, but somehow can sense with a part of their brains, or minds, a mind separate from the material brain.

If there was a realm through the air, past the air, yet next to the air, then maybe there were creatures in that realm which could peering ly look down upon the earth creatures through the air substance, just as humans can peering ly look down upon the water’s fish. If these creatures could see a human sitting on a beach bench, then they could see Perry sitting there starring with both physical eyes as a material symbol and with zoning into their mind, sense their presence with his mind as a means of telepathic oneness. It was only years later that Perry could state that into a logical structure of words, in a simple fashion which had become very clear to his mind.

But to Perry there was more than a presence of a different realm that stood alive through the air that he could see with his limited brain, there also seemed to be a absolute presence that some might call God. Perry could feel as if this presence was touching his mind just as his mind was touching the presence. He felt that golden silent presence as at that Chinese lake, even though he only stood in front of China’s lively lake image just as he sat in front of America’s lively lake image. A spiritual presence called Love, or was just a state of Perry’s own mind? Or were they one, unlike all of the people who could not see the great act of mental visions and telepathic communication.

The Chinese lake seemed to be a lake from a black and white picture book, a dull place with no animal that Perry could see or even hear. A dreary lake with only the life in the water, if there was indeed life in the water. Perry guessed that life had to be in the water because water meant watery life, even if you could not see the water life. Perry never walked close enough to the lake because they called for him to return to the car. But if he had walked into a Chinese museum and saw the picture for thirty seconds, that picture would still be ingrained into his photographic mind like all the pictures he had ever saw. Strange how some life scenes seem like art scenes while other life scenes seem like supernatural scenes.

Perry remembered the Chinese lake more as a picture from another world, another country; a lake that seem to reflect the mental mood of the country, of the people, of the government, even if that influence was on subconscious level. Could the lake be dreary because the people were dreary or because their government was dreary? If the people were not allowed to enjoy the lake because the Chinese government did not want the Chinese people to enjoy such a lake, maybe the lake sensed this negative attitude towards its life realm, so the lake’s life had no reason to glow and shine like the light of the sun. The lake reflected the mind of the people.

When Perry returned to America, he moved from a very small apartment to a house. Later, he had learned that a lake was located within walking and biking distance from his newly bought house. Perry once went for a night time bike ride, which soon thereafter led him to the sunless lake. Of course, the moon’s whiteness moved overhead, like a huge earth night light which gave light to all night creatures, and even to the day creatures as a reminder that even when darkness covered the land, the big cosmic creator somehow remembered to give a big candle less ball that glowed white light onto the earth so even the night creatures had a light for the night.

Perry began to ride around the lake’s sidewalk, taking in the sounds and shadows around him. So many shadows of trees and moving shadows of ducks and geese and seagulls who floated on the lake when every once in a while one duck or one geese would voiced a single duck or geese sound as if they had awaken from a bad dream. Perry wondered if ducks and geese and the seagulls dreamed dreams of flying higher and faster than they normally could or maybe they dreamed of eating huge meals until their tummies were full and happy. Maybe once in a while, they dreamed of being like the humans who feed them bread at the water’s edge during the day time. Could the ducks and the geese and the seagulls and other birds wish to be more human while the humans who fed them wished to be more like the flying creatures of the sky?

The lake’s cement path was lit up by the bike light and by the moon’s light, but not enough to enlighten the mind with all of nature’s colors. That is the way it was and that is the way it probably was meant to be for planet earth. Even the night wind seemed a bit different than the day wind. The lake’s night’s winds ghosted itself upon the face as if to remind Perry that maybe real ghosts were watching over him in the night air. Perry had never seen a night or even a day ghost, but there was always a first time for everything, so Perry peered out over the shiny night lake looking for a ghost or two; yet none was to be seen by Perry. Perry thought that maybe a certain kind of mind had be developed to see or spot a moving ghost, just like a certain kind of mind seemed to see angels and other supernatural creatures during the daytime.

One complete ride around the night lake so that Perry could return home as he could not wait to return to the day lake the next day. Perry had began to realize that as a grown up, material gifts meant less and less because mainly, he had everything he mainly needed and wanted; And those he did not have own, he could either buy in a store or obtain in some other fashion. But how does a person buy a lake, no matter how much money you have, especially if Perry did not want to live on the lake, as his parents had in New York because of all the work and up keep it takes to take care of the lake property. Perry just wanted a lake that he could either walk to or bike to so he could enjoy the magical pleasures of the lake, and then return home.

The next day, Perry awoke with only one simple goal in his mind, to mountain bike ride to the Angel Lake. The lake is not really called Angel Lake, just as none of the lakes in the world were probably not called Angel Lake. But Perry felt the presence of another realm when he sat at a body of water the size of a lake; so he always felt that that presence was the presence of another universe of creatures that were either angels or at least more angelic than most simple humans.

Perry rode into the lake from the street, just as if he never been there the night before because Perry saw the whole lake as a new lake, with a hot sun that brighten up all of the colorful brown trees, and the green grasses, and the mainly white seagulls, and the ever blue changing into green lake, and back to blue again. Then there was the off white cement sidewalk, which people who wore colorful clothes from all around the world. Then there were the different colored dogs that were walked by their owners, and the different colored bikes that people rode around the lake, either slowly or very fast or just right. And as Perry slowly peddled his bike around Angel Lake, just as if it was a dreamy wish come true, he noticed the benches that were empty of people because the people all seemed to be walking for their daily exercise. Perry thought it was strange how people could travel to Angel Lake not take the time to sit down to ponder the mysteries of life, of God, and of other realms beside the life on planet earth.

Perry knew that he had found a piece of heaven because from one of those park benches, he could sit still enough to hear heaven and the angels and even other creatures from other reams speak to him. Perry also knew that the trick was to know the difference between his own thinking, especially his own sub-conscious mind speaking to him versus the other realms which might be sending him information of one sort or another. Perry imagined himself sitting at every bench for whatever reason or another, and looking out into the angelic realm while he transformed his mind from a complex human mind to a sort of simple, yet multi-dimensional mystical mind that was at one with the whole universe, and even at one with many universes.

Perry picked a bench that was located next to the water because he did not want to be disturbed by people walking around the lake. Some benches were located on the ground next to the sidewalk where if people were walking on the sidewalk, they could say hi and start a conversation which would take time away from Perry’s conversations with the other, invisible realms above and beyond the water. Sitting down on the bench, Perry looked above to watch the flying seagulls that seemed to represent flying angels and other flying creatures if people would only imagine what it would be like to sit on the back of a single seagull and let them be the flying pilot.

A mental experiment of flying without being in a plane, or even without owning a pair of wings. To imagine sitting on the back of a flying seagull or any bird meant seeing the earth as the seagull or other flying bird would see it, along with seeing the decisions that the seagull made in the course of every second of flight. Somehow, someway, Perry’s mind stepped off the flying seagull and stepped into the other world about the lake and he entered into a mental zone which lead him that into And those angelic creatures that watched over his human body, saw him seated on the bench and they also felt his mind leave all earthly things behind for as long as it took for any specific moment of transformational experience. Perry, half aware of his sitting body and half aware of the angelic realm above the lake’s waters, began to hear the silent voices of stillness.

The silent voice of the angelic realms spoke in a language that far exceeded and human language of wordy concepts, and sentences, and even of wordy sounds. A language where voices of love instead of hate and fear, of intelligence instead of movies, songs, books, and of other peoples who were still confused by millions of years of human thought instead of angelic thought that always seemed to help those human minds who were opening up their minds so they could leave their old earthly human mind behind for a new cosmic mind of oneness instead of divison.

Even when there were no voices or messages, the sound of the angelic realm would be hear above the lake’s sounds of noisy ducks, and geese, and barking dogs, and talking people, and lawn grass cutting machines. But when Perry floated back down to earth because of the distracting sounds of the lakes earthly life, Perry knew then it was time to head home and practice his listening while he sat in his backyard, as he watched the sun begin its decline to the west to leave the earth lightless for the earth’s night creatures that would leave their hiding places to search for food or to explore his backyard and other backyards.

And when the sun disappeared, leaving white spots that covered the dark sky, Perry would again, stare up into space, leaving his earthly existence behind for a moment or two, as he wondered what other kinds of life were located in other star formations, so far away that the only way to visit those other cosmic life forms would be leave the body, or visit them in a cosmic night dream.

Since human space travel was probably never going to transcend the limitations of the real space-time problems of cosmic travel, even in the future, Perry cam to the very certain conclusion that the only true way to travel to other life forms that were located on other planets in very distant sections of the seemingly physical universe and to other forms of life in other realms other than the seemingly infinite physical universe we see with our limited brains, was for humans to develop different mental and higher level realms of understanding and consciousness (s) for the sole purpose of communicating with higher life forms that wanted to communicate with humans; but that could never happen when humans were still stuck in their limited way of seeing the universe as a one dimensional solid thing of space and time.

Perry had been working on that problem for so many years that he lost count of the those years, but then again, Perry was always looking towards the future, both as a human earth creature
and as a cosmic creature of the cosmic universe.