This blog includes 52 Stories in 52 Weeks, which was done in 2007, along with some metaphysical or life lectures. There is artwork and videos, too. I started writing and drawing with two hands around the year 2001 as a mental and brain development experiment on my own brain to restructure my brain's neurons, etc. again. Simply put, using two hands to write and draw forces both sides of the brain to connect together, to become a holistic, stronger, improved brain. I hope you enjoy my blog.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Mike the Magical Map Maker

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: 2007 ## 12 Mike the Magical Map Maker

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

Mike the Map Maker started dreaming of making and printing maps the first moment he saw a big, strong, tough and rough looking adventurer walk into his dad’s map store to order maps for a new seafaring adventure. Mike watched the adventurer describe the new lands, islands, and countries he had visited, along with showing his personal drawings and notes for the new and better maps his dad would afterward create and print for other adventurers. Being a map maker seemed to be a great responsibility to Mike, because all adventurers would depend on his maps for their directions for their travels around the globe; along for guidance and for a safe return home from far away places.

But in those not so long ago old days, when men traveled slowly to the unknown places of planet earth, they needed as much help as they could get for guidance from the map makers who never stepped a foot outside their hometowns, as strange as that may seem to some people. But some men changed little over the course of their lives, just as the earth’s geography slowly changed; while other men’s viewpoints changed as fast as the weather, at least on some days. But even knowing the weather in one country would not help the traveling adventurer when they traveled in an unknown land, just as some men know little of their own souls, except when really destructive weather forces men to look beyond their calm lives. So seems to be the fate of the map makers of old, who stayed home while the traveling adventurers roamed the globe, seeking those mighty tales to tell the map makers.

As Mike watched the traveling adventurer exit his dad’s office, he starred at his tanned and dirty bags and worn out leather coat and his bit six shooter guns on his hips and his silver steel water bottle over his shoulder and the blood stains on the knife pearl handle, inside its red stained shelve dangling off his bullet filled belt, along with the long tin containers for all those maps. In those days of no tv, radios, computers, or even few newspapers, a boy’s imagination was the only tv, radio, computer, or newspaper he could turn to, to dream about life. So Mike quickly wondered all those many questioning thoughts that he would have loved to ask the traveling adventurer. Unexpectedly, the traveling adventurer turned his head, looked down on the boy, and he smiled the smile of man who knew what it was to be a wondering boy, but who was not a man.

As his foot stepped out the door, the traveling adventurer turned around and he stepped back into the map making office, as he walked towards Mike, Mike almost fled but there was no where to run, no escape from a new unexpected adventure. The traveling adventurer reached deep into one of his leather bags and he pulled out a huge crystal stone, in the shape of a pyramid. The traveling adventurer smiled and said, "A special stone from the land of Egypt, a land far away from here with huge Pyramids as big as you could ever dream. This special stone was found deep inside one of those stone Pyramids and it has bought me many special gifts. Now, I give it to you. Use it well and learn about life and all of its possibilities. I have another one just like it, but be careful not to break it. Every traveling adventurer in life learns early that being careful is a simple rule for those who want to life a long life."

Mike excitedly said thanks, until his dad spoke up. "That was very nice of you, would you like to stay for dinner. We could use a few good stories from a true traveling adventurer." The traveling adventurer smiled and responded, "Well, why not? I could use a home cooked meal. And I always love telling a good story or two to a boy who might grow up to be traveling adventurers or just map makers for us traveling adventurers. The traveling adventurer winked at Mike. Mike was a bit confused by the wink; but still, he felt as if he had found an unexpected friend, a friend he somehow had met before, but he could not explain the funny feeling lurking deep within his boyhood soul.

Later that night, the traveling adventurer sat down with the Mike and his dad and mom at a huge table that was covered with roasted and spicy chicken, buttery corn, jellied bread, and wine and even an apple pie being kept warm by the stove. Mike’s dad said, "Would the traveling adventurer like to give a prayer of thanks before we eat this food?" The traveling adventurer smiled, lifted up his glass of red wine to the sky and replied as a natural habit of thanks giving, "Here is a toast to God and the angels, "Thanks for another day, with many more days and dreams in the future. And thanks for this home cooked meal with my new friends." Everyone lifted up their glasses and as the four wine glasses touched above the food, a clang rang through the room.

Mike’s mom asked her guest, "Do you truly believe in angels?"

"I would not be alive today if it was not for my guardian angels who watch over me and protect me from earthly dangers, especially when I am traveling in strange countries with strange customs and their indifference towards death, along with the white foreigners who visit their lands and invade their countries. But they like our money, so they can not kill all of us." He laughed.

Mike’s dad tasted the wine and said, "And may your travels carry you back this way soon, to eat with us again." A few candles lit the room and as they ate their food in silence, the conversation was easy, as the grownups talked of America’s politics and other worldly events. Mike listened as any boy would listen to grownups has they talked about how leaders in one country were trying to outsmart leaders in other countries. But sooner than later, Mike could not resist, "What country has been your favorite country to explore and visit?" Everyone became silent as the traveling adventurer laid his fork down on the table, took a sip of his wine, and said, "I think Egypt was a great experience of what I learned about their beliefs regarding life and death. But that summer sun is just so hot, so one can never get enough water in the desert heat."
Mike’s mom said, "What did they believe about life and death?" "Well, first of all, they believe in an afterlife, so they prepare for their afterlife now, instead of just believing in a heaven and hell and hoping for the best of luck. More like running those the race instead letting the gamblers wheel run the game of chance for them." Mike interrupted, as he looked at his mom, "See the gift he gave me today, mom." Mike’s mom looked at the crystal pyramid and said, "My oh my, what a nice piece of glass. Where did you get it."

The traveling adventurer covered his mouth with a napkin in his hand and coughed, as if he was choking on her words. "That is not just a piece of glass, like the glass from the wine or milk bottle. It is believed that glass, which is commonly called crystal, came from the bottom of the biggest stone pyramid in Egypt. I obtained it as a gift from a very old wise man whose life I had saved from a bunch of bullies who wanted to steal this crystal pyramid from him. After saving his life, he gave me the pair of crystals pyramids as a thanks giving gift, but also to free himself from the danger which the pair might bring to him in the future. He wanted to live longer, but more importantly, he did not want to die by the hands of bullying thieves.

Mike’s dad asked, "Why two? Are they a pair, like twins?"

Well, in a way." stated the traveling adventurer as he stood up and excused himself as he said, "Please excuse me while I go outside to get some air. I want to look at the clouds for signs of the tomorrow’s weather. Thanks for the meal. Later, I would love some of that apple pie."

Mike’s mom also stood up and she started clearing the dishes from the table, while Mac and his dad walked outside with the traveling adventurer. Mike’s mom responded, "If you have no where to sleep tonight, you can sleep here, but you men can talk it over." even as she smiled at Mike. Mike smiled back at his mom, as he knew that his mom always saw a little man in her son, just as a true mom would do for a future map maker or a future adventurer.

As the walked towards the yard table, Mike’s dad remarked, "I am sorry for my wife’s inexperience in worldly affairs." The traveling adventurer responded, "It is ok, but the mysteries of the world and the afterworlds are even stranger still, to those who know little and think even less about the possibilities of life, even after their last breath is exhausted. But excuse me for my straightforwardness, since I do not mean to be rude, especially after a good meal like that...fine meal indeed." As they sat under the cloudless night, with it bright stars, Mike removed his crystal pyramid from his pocket and he set the crystal pyramid down on the wooden log yard table, that felt the earth’s weather, day in and day out.

As the sat under the stars and the sun, the traveling adventurer also removed his crystal pyramid and placed it a few feet from Mikes crystal pyramid. "Why did you do that?" asked Mike’s dad. The traveling adventurer looked up towards the sky and he pointed towards the night’s stars as he stated, "Most humans believe that they are alone in the universe, but that is not true. The whole universe is teeming with life, even life beyond human comprehension. In Egypt, I always noticed that the huge stone pyramids were always next to other pyramids, as if they belong together. Many such pyramids held the bodies of leaders and their families who believed in an afterlife. They believed in supernatural tunnels that would provide a path to their afterworld. But somehow, the pyramid’s shape was unnatural symbol of other realms, because the shape of the pyramid is found no where in the universe, except in the minds of men, and in Egypt, and now here on this table. They had many reasons or beliefs for using the shape of the pyramid; we still do not understand it all."

http://www.zahihawass.com/egyptian_hist_dev_shape.htm

Mike’s dad stood up and said he wanted to check on Mike’s mom and that apple pie. As he walked into the house, the traveling adventurer smiled, seemingly at Mike. No time could be spared, so the traveling adventurer looked and Mike and said, "Can you keep a secret?" Mike wisely and softy whispered, "Sure. What is up?" The traveling adventurer said, "Time is short, but if you really want to be a true adventurer, sometimes all we have to do is close our minds to visit other places. Would you like to try? Mike, right now? Before your dad returns with that apple pie and your mom? Do not worry about them, I have it all covered." Mike’s eyes lit up as any boy who was looking for an adventure and words of wisdom from a worldly traveler. "What do I have to do?"

Just put your index finger on the crystal pyramid top point like this and hold my other hand.
As Mike placed his finger on the crystal pyramid’s top point and as he placed his hand into the huge hand of the traveling adventurer, the traveling adventurer said, "Now close your eyes for a magical adventure. But always remember one thing, no one will believe your adventure, so tell no one, until you are ready, when you are stronger and wiser for people’s reactions. But then, you will know better to trust humans with your adventures." Mike said, "Ok."

As Mike closed his eyes, Mike felt funny, as if a dizziness was transforming his mind from one state of consciousness to another state of consciousness. Mike began to feel as if he was leaving his earthly body, without being aware of leaving his earthly body. Then Mike felt as if he was in some sort of spacey mind field, but a different mind field than what he had remembered before, but any other mind field was gone. Mike opened his eyes to find himself riding on the back of camel, out in the desert’s heat, and hot winds, and blistering tanned sand. He was wearing different clothes, and the traveling adventurer was also riding on the back of a camel, in a long line of camels. They were traveling to a water hole, in the past or in the present or in the future, no one knows. Mike saw the Traveling Adventurer and winked at him, an unspoken sign that true friends did not have to speak many words as they traveled through the hot air, on the hot sand, under a hot sun.

http://www.daviddarling.info/encyclopedia/W/waterhole.html

In no time at all, the group of desert travelers had found the water hole, which was surrounded by palm trees and trees with no names. Mike unwrapped his face clothe and he ordered his camel to lower its knees. Mike jumped off the camel, and led the desert creature to the water hole. They both drank the clean, clear, and cool water. "Better than gold!" Mike yelled to his friend, The Traveling Adventurer. "Yes, better than silver too." Other people laughed as they were preparing to set up their new desert camp, by the water hole. It was time for rest from traveling, but work still had to be done. Tents poles and rope and canvass all needed to be set up as soon as possible. Swords and knifes and other weapons were always by their side, just in case trouble makers rode into camp, which could happen at anytime, but not likely. Still, danger and death was a fact in the desert, just as it was in any town, in those days.

As the camp workers began to setup the water hole camp, Mike took out his home made ink and pens, the rough paper for map making, and his compass. He looked up at the sky for the sun’s and moon’s positions and he started to make the needed numeral calculations even before the night’s stars began to appear in the sky. Mike was not a fighter, but a map maker for the king of Egypt. Mike only had one responsibility and one responsibility only, to make maps for the king. No one else would ever be trusted to make maps for the king because Mike’s family had always made maps for all of the kings of Egypt. Mike’s family had always been the royal map makers for kings because in those days, every family had a purpose for the king, or no purpose at all. But having a purpose for the king meant food, water, clothes, and even life itself. Mike’s dad had taught him everything he needed to know about map making, but his father was long gone from earthly life. The desert’s life can be a short life, even for a map maker.

As the Traveling Adventurer walked up to Mike, he looked around for danger. The Traveling Adventurer was Mike’s bodyguard in more ways than one. The Traveling Adventurer’s job was to protect Mike from bodily danger, but from mental danger as well. It was not Mike’s job to know such things. "How goes it all?" ask the Traveling Adventurer. "Good." stated Mike. They had know each other a long time, ever since Mike was born; there was the Traveling Adventurer by his side, protecting him from bodily and mental danger. Spoken words were not needed when two people were this close, and Mike had map making to do. So the Traveling Adventurer hung around as Mike wrote and drew lines and wondered off into his own day dreams.

Mike’s mind began to read the water hole’s life, and its past visitors. Mike began to write down how other groups of desert wanders lived here, how they made love and partied, and how the killed or were killed there. Mike began to see where they came from and where they traveled to in the rather silent desert. Mike had the gift of mental map making. He was not only a physical earth map maker for the king, but he was also the king’s mental map maker. Mike possessed the gift of recording the past as far as he could see that past, because the king needed to know the past for his kingdoms survival and protection. The king needed to know the motives of mens, even in the desert. Were they friend or foe? Would they help the king’s kingdom or try to destroy it. Mike wrote down what he saw and after he wrote down what he saw, he handed the papers over to the Traveling Adventurer, because the Traveling Adventurer also had his own set of special gifts.

As night approached, Mike took out his crystal pyramid, so did the Traveling Adventurer. They laid them down on the very small wooden table and they help each other’s hands, as they placed their index fingers on the pyramid’s top point and the closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, Mike’s dad was walking up to the table with the apple pie in his hands. "Have you two been talking or just hanging out under this clear sky?" Mike looked at the traveling adventurer and winked.

"Well, we have been basically hanging out." stated Mike. But somehow, Mike’s dad did not believe his son, because he saw the wink. But Mike’s dad had been around long enough to know when friends meet, even if they had seemed to have never met before. Mike’s dad jokingly responded, "Maybe you two knew each other in a different life; if that is possible."

The traveling adventurer watched Mike slowing take his knife and cut lines into his slice of the apple pie top, just as if it was a small piece of leather. The traveling adventurer stood up, with his hand on the knife’s handle, as he looked around out the night’s darkness, as if he had heard some strange noise that was a threat to the young Mike. Mike said, "It is ok, probably just our common bears, or wild dogs, or some other animal looking for food." The traveling adventurer said, "You never know what danger lurks out in the darkness of the night." as he sat down and then started to eat his slice of the apple pie.

As Mike’s dad watched the two eat their pie, he felt something odd about the two; as if they had eaten together for a long time. Not so much the words or even the lack of words, but the lack of concern they had for the other. Mike’s dad remarked without thinking, "Maybe the traveling adventurer would like to sleep here tonight, and rest up before he begins his next adventure. Or maybe he would like to stay here longer and find a homestead for himself, next to our house. Maybe it is time for the traveling adventurer to stop roaming the earth and to start writing about his adventurous travels so others could learn about earth, and other cultures, and even of questions of life and death.

"That would be great." shouted Mike.

The traveling adventurer looked up towards the night’s stars and responded, "Only if I get to eat apple every once in a while. I could use a rest anyway. The questions of life and death are only a small part of the adventure called life. The other part of life is finding a place you could call home, and with that home, finding friends to share stories. Maybe it is time for me to settle down. Maybe Mike could help me with writing my stories for others to read." as he watched Mike carve a map into that apple pie, he just assumed that Mike knew how to use a pen on paper as well. "Well, why not? I could give it a try and if I feel the need to travel again, I can just get up and go."

Mike smiled, just as his mom walked out the door and said, "Is everyone enjoying that apple pie?" Mike’s dad responded, "Sure, the traveling adventurer likes is so much that he is going to stay with us for a while and look for a home around these parts. He might even settle down."

Mike’s mom looked up towards the night’s stars and said, "My oh my; have the heavens brought a new friend into our home tonight or what? Maybe the traveling adventurer could tell Mike and us about the secrets of those crystal pyramids. The traveling adventurer looked up towards the night’s stars again and as he pointed to them, he said, "The story begins long ago, somewhere out there....."

http://www.bigear.org/seti.htm

Monday, March 19, 2007

Ann: The Cosmic Mind Reader

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: 2007 ## 11 Ann: The Cosmic Mind Reader

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

The telephone rang! And without a slight hesitation, Ann picked up the phone. Always a risky business, unless you are a mind reader; but even then, still a tricky business. Ann, being a mind reader, felt the plastic phone handset as a doctor would handle a tool of his own trade. Ann’s telephone was a very unique looking phone, because she had glued various pictures on it, from various levels of cosmic symbolism. There were a few pictures of galaxies; those seemingly small glowing rounded and oval shapes that we think we see as a whole because we are lucky enough to see a beautiful picture of them, but in reality, we only see a slight side of a whole galaxy. Just as we think we hear the mind of the caller through the phone, but in reality, we hear only the voice and words of the caller (s), unless of course, you are a certain kind of mind reader, a real mind reader.

Ann had also glued pictures of certain angels and cherubs on the phone and the phone handset because she wanted to be reminded of the divine life that was located throughout the universe and even in other universes. Even pictures of angels and cherubs had messages, such as those angels that held their own tools of their trade, the string instruments for their playing and creating heavenly music for all those divine minds that were open to heavenly music. Not all minds are willing instruments as auditory devices for heavenly music, especially on planet earth; just as all minds are not willing auditory devices for the listening skills of being a mind reader.

Ann knew this to be so true, but how could she tell anyone about her special skill? And why would she tell anyone about her special skill? She knew that everyone would call her a nut job or a whacko. She kept her secret skills to herself, until the moment when she knew she could help someone. But even then, she never really told anyone her secret, she just used her secret. But she knew that an invisible wire somehow attaches itself to some humans and those invisible wires were only one of the many tools for mind reading. Nevertheless, she did teach some special classes to some gifted children and adults.

As Ann began to pick up the phone, she could already feel the presence of a troubled human spirit, a seemingly trouble seeking soul. Something about the past. "Hello." said Ann. "Hello Ann. This is Sid from one of your classes." Ann pictured his face in her mind’s eye while she heard his voice through the phone, and while she sensed a degree of guilt for playing around in the supernatural world a bit to much; like dangerously to much. "Ann, I am really sorry to say this; but I tried a supernatural experiment and I do not think I should have tried to do it." Ann saw herself smile as she said, "Well, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into, Sid?"

Ann knew that Sid had tried to connect to an ex-lover, but she really did not need to know all of the details. "Well Ann, I tried to connect to an ex-lover who passed away many years ago, but something really weird happened." as his voice lowered to a dead silence. "Oh, come on Sid, you can tell me. I have seen it all." "Well, I think more creatures other than my ex-lover showed up for the party and I could not see all of them." his voice dying down to a low tune again. "It was like my partying and loving mind for one, attracted many other supernatural partying and loving mind than what I wanted or expected. Like supernatural party poopers." Ann laughed into the phone’s mouthpiece.

"What did I try to tell you about ethics when you are dealing with the supernatural realms, especially when dealing with the supernatural creatures who know their gifts and use them well? only Ann’s voice rose up a tone higher. "Sure I remembered, but.." "But nothing." interrupted Ann. "You have to be careful with creatures that you can not see or hear or even feel. It takes time to even remotely sensitive to invisible creatures who can space and time travel. You are not ready for that yet." Ann could feel Sid’s physical and mental demeanor lower itself, so she stated. "Maybe sometime in the future you will be ready for such games as what you have in mind. But even when you are ready, it still is not safe to play around with those creatures who may not want to be played around with, even if you think it is funny or just a game. It might not be funny or a game to those who see you making a fool of yourself as a human, a human who is a baby to the supernatural realms of life. Also, maybe your ex-lover does not desire to play your games because maybe she just wants to be left alone, doing whatever she is doing in her current state of mind or consciousness."
Sid said, "Thanks." and then he hung up on Ann. "He will be back." thought Ann.

Ann laid the phone receiver down on its base and she went for a walk, exciting her backdoor, to the backyard, and then she walked into the forest. Ann loved the forest because it seemed to have a special mental atmosphere all its own. As Ann walked through the forest, away from world of people, and phones, and money and things such a material church buildings, and even her own personal sense of life, of existence, of being a limited one dimensional creature with limited five senses. Ann saw before her a new earth; well a really old earth, but new to people who could never see earth’s natural beauty for what it is and for what it is not. Of course, the forest has both life and death in it, but it is surely a different world than the world of computers and cars and airplanes and even of telephones. Yet, communications happen in the forest as well. Therefore, Ann needed to lose her sense of the material world of limitations, of limited communications between only phone wires and computer wires and even of freeing herself from her cell phone. Ann needed some cosmic communications between supernatural friends.

Ann began to sense the stillness of the forest, even as some creatures moved from here to there and from there to here, just as other stayed still, as their eyes were moving back and forth as they watched for danger and for food. Ann was lucky in that she did not need food from the forest, and even the concept of danger was only a slight concern for her, as she carefully and silently stepped through on the dry dirt. She took off her shoes, to feel the earth beneath her feet. As she began to walk on the earth, she consciously realized how the earth was rotating around its own axis as it moved through space and time by the pull of the Sun’s gravitational force, the seemingly invisible pull of the huge Sun to keep all life on earth just warm or cool enough from dying out. A cosmic miracle in itself. Ann began to feel lucky that she was free enough to have the time to walk in a forest without any big animals, like tiger, bears, and even those historical dinosaurs hunting her down for food.

Ann began to feel a special stillness within herself as she began to become one with a cosmic sense of life. Her journey never ending, even as a human on earth. After Ann found a log to sit on, she pressed her back against a huge redwood tree; a tree that must have been around for hundreds of years, if not more. So grand a tree, as it reached up to the sky, towards the sun, never stopping to grow until nature or a human cuts it down. How many stories could this tree tell if it could talk? Stories of Indians, of the American Civil War, of the Railroad, of lovers in the forest, wondered Ann. Of human souls being freed from their bodies to travel throughout space, if they belong up there.

As Ann sat still against the tree, she took out her notepad, just in case a special message arrived to her mind. Ann knew that when she forgot the world for an hour or two, and when she forgot her own personal sense of life, and when she became to listen to the voices in the air and through the air, she would become a natural cosmic mind reader, then she would become a natural human radio receiver for intergalactic transmissions, if the timing was correct.

Ann had practiced her special cosmic mind reading countless moments before today, but whenever she sat down for her cosmic radio show, she knew that anything could happen. After all, she was still partly a limited human on planet earth. She knew that she had to prepare herself for the unexpected events that might follow because once a cosmic mind reader touches the cosmic web or once the cosmic web touches a human cosmic mind reader, that cosmic mind human reader becomes less human and more cosmic, even as the body of skin and bones and blood remain motionless as a log, on the log. Her eyes looked up toward some strange orange colored leafed trees, but something was strange about the trees besides the orange colored leafs. As Ann looked up to the tree’s leafs, she felt as if the realm of space and time around the orange leafed trees and their dark branches was changing its form, compared to the other trees where the space and time around them were earthly natural.

Ann took off her sunglasses to stare at the sight before her eyes, be she could not understand what was happening to her vision. Was she tricking herself to see a realm which was not there, or was the weird dimension around the trees just an optical illusion because of the sunlight and the trees shape and its swaying leafs. But there was no wind, so how could the oranges leafs be swaying in the wind? thought Ann. She put on her sunglasses again and tried to imagine how she would paint or draw such a strange visual sight. She did not think that she could draw the invisible waves and pulsating vibrations that radiated around this certain set of trees and its orange leafs.

Were the trees trying to communicate with her, or was her mind changing its own inner form which simply changed her mental vision too? Or maybe this was a special zone, a zone entrance for entering and exiting from one universe to another universe, or a special zone for some sort of cosmic communication. Or maybe is was just some sort of mystical experience with no purpose whatsoever. Ann felt like there was a message somewhere out their for her, because she knew the signs, when there were preparatory signs for her to listen, watch, wonder, and connect. Ann felt connected! Though she did not know why!

But she knew enough to be still, to be a still body and a still mind. But in that stillness, she knew her mind to be supernaturally active, as an experienced cosmic mind reader would be. She began to see a vision, a face, a friendly face from long ago. The face did not linger long inside her mind, but it did not have to linger long. The mental connection between the here and now on earth, with the thereafter somewhere else life, had been linked up without any wires, though some physical theories, like String Theory suggests that there are different dimensions, and that somehow, all of these dimensions are all connected web like whole. In any case, Ann felt connected to an invisible opening, such as to some sort of invisible teleport; a tunnel from there to here. Ann winked not.

The words flowed into her mind as easily as fish flowing into the smallest lake or into the biggest of oceans. Of course, the word ocean implies a huge mass of water, but the state of Ann’s mind could only be described as mental ocean of cosmic transparency. Instead of fish in the clear water, only words were clear in her mind. She heard the words as easily as if she were talking on the phone with Sid, but her friend had long ago disappeared from planet earth. Her friend never did believe in death, though the religious concept seemed sad; really; how can so many people go to any church, to see a statue of a man named Jesus hanging on the cross or tree, as if it would force them, or perhaps scare them into believing in death, more than in life, or even an afterlife. Then, for only a few days a year, they worship his ability to overcome death; only to afterwards return to crying over the guy’s death by the cross. Why not just celebrate his victory over death, and then celebrate eternal life forever, instead of worrying about death? If there is an afterlife, there can be no real death.

Why not just get over the man hanging on the cross, and believe in life eternal. But people like to sufferer, it seemed to Ann. If Jesus himself had walked through that supernatural airy zone around those orange leafed trees, Ann would not have been surprised. Instead, the words began to be typed into her mind as easily as if the words were being typed onto a piece of paper with a human machine. "Your words for your Ph.D. thesis will be these and no more...." as they flowed into Ann’s mind, Ann wrote them down on the small pad paper, until they stopped flowing. Ann was relieved.

As if by some divine inspiration, by the help of some friend, perhaps a guardian angel, for some human purpose, Ann was given the remaining puzzle that she had been seeking for, for so many years. Ann had realized a big human problem and Ann had even realized the big solution to that big problem long ago, but there were so many details and mini-steps that needed to be discovered for the final wording for, "The Brain’s Development for its Supernatural and Metaphysical Communicational Abilities With Other Realms,"... even if we can not see or hear them on a physical dimension. Of course, we could never see or hear them on a physical dimension because, as Ann knew, metaphysical communication means rising above the limited means of physical communication to a higher mental communication which can only be perceived by advance humans, if they are to be called that; who can communicate mentally with other cosmic mental creatures.

Ann had long ago been aware of her certain gifts, but when she started her search for answers regarding her certain gifts, she needed the more modern words to express her cosmic communicative abilities. Since meta means above, metaphysics means above physics, which means so many different things to so many different kinds of people, especially to people who are looking for something beyond the normal earthly life. Not all metaphysical theories are correct, far from it. But to Ann, aside from the human minds game playing within its own beliefs, she understood that many human experiences could only be classified as supernatural because they overcome the material laws of probabilities, and even the laws of the material sciences. The material sciences, which reflect the human mind’s current belief system, can not explain everything in life.

After Ann snapped out of her transfixed state of mind, she stood up and became thankful that her long awaited problem had been solved by supernatural communication, between two cosmic friends. It seemed so obvious to Ann that she was truly inspired for some unknown reason. Ann had needed an answer to get the details, and little by little, the even the details were solved. But to top if off, her thesis was voiced from another realm, as if Ann needed to show mankind a new way to communicate by developing a new kind of brain; a supernatural brain.

Ann started to walk away from the log, back to the normal current earthly life of people and machines, - telephones, computers, cell phones, radios, satellites, and other communicational tools that humans have developed to communicate with each other while they live on earth. But it did not seem like much hope that the greatest of human minds would ever create a machine that would allow one mind to communicate with another mind in another realm, such as in the afterlife. But if humans transformed and developed their proper brain waves for such cosmic and galactic communications, then no material machines would ever be needed for cosmic and galactic communications.

Ann knew that she would also have to keep that secret to herself because no normal human would ever believe her, just as they did not believe that one man named Jesus could overcome the human concept of life and death to find eternal life. But as Ann looked up towards the sky, as she watched an eagle fly with the winds, she knew that even the eagle possesses a sense of eternal life, as if flies high in the sky. It knows something about being a free spirit, even as it has to hunt for food and kill that food to live as material eagle, aside from the spirit of the eagle which Ann thought could never really die, even if a human hunter shot it with a shotgun. Even as its feathers would be ripped and torn apart in the sky, the eagle’s spirit would still fly higher and higher in the cosmic sky, as it left one space - time universe for another space - time universe made possibly just for eagles, but who really knows until that time arrives when the human spirit is forced free to fly in the cosmic sky.

As Ann heard her phone ringing, she quickly walked into the house to answer the phone. "And a cosmic hello to you too!" responded Ann to the caller.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Peter the PickPocket in Paris

52 Stories in 52 Week: 2007 ## 10: Peter the Pick Pocket in Paris

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

Peter the pickpocket made a living by slipping his hands into stranger’s pant’s pockets, or even their coat pockets, or even into their backpacks, handbags, and briefcases. Peter was born into a family of pickpockets in the tourist of town of Paris, France. As a boy, Peter was amazed at all of the people from around the world that walked the streets to visit his hometown. He had live in Paris all of his life, until his family moved to America, where they traveled from one city to another, mainly to escape the hands and jails of the local police departments. During his boyhood, childhood, Peter’s dad held a normal job of being a waiter at a local restaurant where international tourists would sit down in the white steel chairs so they could taste the local food. Peter enjoyed his sit downs at the restaurant because he could watch not only his dad set people up for the ‘kill’, but he could also watch people from all over the world.

Peter would watch the differences between the Americas and the Chinese and other international travelers, how they talked to each other, how they ate the food and either rejected or enjoyed the food. Peter would also notice how they would argue and sometimes fight with each other, even though Peter could not understand some of the languages of the international travelers. But Peter learned very early to watch the body movements of every person who entered the restaurant. Every person moved a bit different from the others in the group; some people were leaders or decision makers while other people were followers. Some people were very careful with their every bodily movement, while other people showed signs of being a little wild. Some people were quiet and shy while other people were loud and crazy talkers. They all had personally traits.

As a side line, Peter’s dad was not only an expert pickpocketer, but he was also an expert pickpocket teacher for his son. Peter would sit down in a white leather chair in a safe corner so his dad could keep an eye on him, while Peter would keep his eyes on his dad. Sometimes, Peter would sit at the bar, on a tall bar stool, so he could watch his dad in action. A professional pickpocket would use different techniques for the calm person compared to the swaging person, but no matter what kind of person the pickpocket was trying to steal from, Peter knew that the hands had to be smooth, when either smooth or fast. Peter also knew that he was supposed to be watching his dad play the nice guy as he was also playing the bad pickpocket er. It was strange for Peter to watch his dad because Peter began to realized just how straight people’s faces could be when they are planning to stab you in the back. When Peter saw his dad being nice to people, so he could get close enough to steal their wallets and stuff, Peter began to realize that maybe he should not trust his dad or any other person on earth.

Peter’s dad would sometimes work alone, but at other times, he had co-pickpockets helping him steal the wallets from people. Peter would watch them work as a team, some bothering a person, to distraught that person so another pickpocket could slip a hand into a pocket or a purse with the hope that money and credit cards would be in the purse. Afterwards, the team would split the money up evenly, except for the team leader who would receive a little extra for commanding the whole operation.

Peter realized very early in the risky game of pickpocketing, that the reward was sometimes not worth the risk, because some wallets little or no cash in them, and sometimes the person might unexpectedly move in the wrong direction, which would reveal the hand in the picket. Then the pickpocket would have to escape the scene by either running away or even yelling something like everything was just a big misunderstanding, as he walked away.

But when the wallets were filled up with cash, Peter would notice the joy, smiles, cheers, and laughter that were written on the face’s of the pickpockets. Of course, Peter could also see the people’s faces when they realized that their wallets, money, and Ids were stolen as easily as taking candy from a baby. So Peter knew that he did not have to be next to the people whose wallets were stolen to know the anger and frustration in the minds of the unprepared people and tourists.

Peter and his dad and his friends ripped off everyone they could, even their fellow countrymen. Peter secretly thought that was anti-patriotic, but his dad always stated that he had to supply the food for the family, and since he had not been caught yet, he was not going to stop being a pickpocket. Inwardly, Peter knew that one day his dad could be caught stealing a wallet, especially if the would be happy person was an undercover cop. Undercover cops were stationed all over the city, but they were placed in those areas of the Paris city that people liked to visit the most. Places like the Metro, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the Champs-Elysees, and of course the museums, monuments, hotels, beaches, trains, and train stations, airports, subways, etc. etc. etc. Peter did not travel with his dad to all of these places, mainly because the restaurant was most recognized location to spot the local undercover cops; cops who were looking to catch a pickpocket in action.

On Sunday, Peter would normally worshiped at a local church, named The Prince of Peace Church. Peter would slip out of his bedroom as his parents slept. Slipping out of the house on Sunday morning was easier than slipping his hand into a pocket to grab a wallet. His parents slept like babies after they had partied and sexed themselves for a Sunday morning deep sleep. While in church, Peter would watch the congregation, but he had never stolen a wallet from anyone because Peter felt as if that was some sort of sin, to steal a wallet from a church goer, a religious worshiper, on a bright Sunday morning. One Sunday morning, Peter was standing by a racked candle holder and he lit a candle as he put some coins into the coin box. Peter then bowed his head down for a single moment of prayer, so he could slip away from earth and think or even non-think about religious thoughts about heaven and hell, along with some of the teaching of his church.

But in a way, he even wanted to escape from the so-called religious teachings of his church too. He desired to find something else in the moment, as if to find a single truth that he had once read in a book of spiritual masters. One quote stood out from many quotes. "When I was boy and I looked into the flame of a candle, all I saw was a candle's flame. But when I matured into a spiritual man, when I looked into a candle, I saw the universe." Peter looked into the flame of his personalized lit candle and he began to wonder about the flames in the sky. Flames of the billions of billions of galaxies that moved around like billions of billions of fish in a ocean of water. But space was not like water, though it was like water. Seemingly empty spaces between living fish or living galaxies, with life in each creature that knew not the life in the other creature. But how could that be? thought Peter.

If the true life of one fish was like the life of another fish, then maybe the life of one galaxy was like the life in every other galaxy, even though they all looked different. So many kinds of looking fish with all the same kind of simple watery life. So many billions of billions of galaxies that maybe contained the same sense of life in each different looking galaxy. Peter opened his eyes and began to exit the building. During his walk towards the door, he had accidentally joined a crowd of fifty or so people as they all tried to leave through the same single set of doors. In one fell scoop, his somewhat small body was pushed up against the preacher/ priest and his hand had slipped straight into the loose pocket of the priest and he grabbed the container inside of the priest’s pocket just as he had practiced thousands of times before this unintended Sunday morning pickpocket, as in an accidental pickpocket.

Peter slipped away with the hundreds of people as they kept moving towards the grass and parking lots, and even to the local parks for a Sunday walk in the park. Peter then slowly slipped away, as he kept his eyes towards the ground, to avoid being asked by a grown up to join in a group gathering or a bunch party. Peter desire to be alone, to open up his new container, and to find out what the priest had in his pocket.

Like the thousands of people who sometimes wondered what the life of a church priest was like when they were not attending to a mass or a sermon or a preaching hour, Peter was now excited at the possibility of discovering something really secret about the priest. Maybe something magical or possibly dangerous was inside the steel container which Peter now held as his own personal object.

Peter walked into the forest that was located next to the city park; away from the city life, to hide from the world, and to open the priest’s container. Peter sat down on a huge rock, the biggest rock among so many huge rocks, to rest, and to prepare himself for the one moment when he; a lonely boy, would reveal what the priest held in his pocket.

Peter started to think to himself, "The pocket is like the mind. Everyone knows that every pair of pants and every coat has obvious and hidden pockets, just as the mind has obvious qualities, along with those hidden qualities that no can see or even read until the moment might be to late for the onlooker. What is in the pockets of the pants might reveal what is in the hidden mind of the person who wears the pants. And how much more so for a priest, who lives behind closed doors, who is totally silent about his personal life because when he speaks, he usually speaks about: his religion, his beliefs, his theories of life and morals and how everyone should live their lives, and maybe even discuss the dilemma of heaven and hell. And then, he, the priest is gone from the listeners view until the next week.

Peter looked at the small, silver steel container as he tried to guess what was inside the priest’s box, along with what was inside the priest’s past, and his hidden mind. What made the weekly priest tick, what secret did he possess that maybe he did not want anyone to see. Slowly, Peter lifted the container box and Peter looked inside the box. The octagon crystal ball seemed to glow, like a colorful piece of glass, but not just a normal piece of glass, but like some magical crystal ball because of the octagon shaped mirror inside the shiny octagon crystal ball.

Peter looked into the octagon crystal, only to find himself starring onto the octagon mirror. He vaguely recognized his eye ball in octagon crystal, on the octagon mirror, but the reflect eyeball seemed so strange; as if he was looking at another person’s iris. As if the octagon crystal ball was another eyeball to another realm, and the octagon mirror was another iris to another world. Peter lazily starred deeper and deeper into the octagon crystal ball, onto the octagon mirror, only to find himself less of himself and more of another creature. Slowly, Peter slept himself into another dream world, where pickpockets were not allowed.

Peter had become a saint on an island for those people who needed the advise of a wise man, the help of a healer, a humanized, yet divine entity from another world, from another cosmic age, from another life where people only desired to do good and not evil; who only desired to live life and not to kill in the name of a make believe god that never existed anyway. Furthermore, Peter walked in a white robe, as priest, for the people who needed a cosmic communicator, who could teach the people about love, even when they found a reason to hate enough to find a tool for revenge, a tool for a killing revenge. Peter stood before the masses, who were all sitting down before him, as the sun shone downward onto the people, letting in light from a distant star.

As Peter stood before the masses, Peter opened a huge box. The box decorated with a gold covering with silver cherubs all around the box. Peter opened the box and he slowly let out the huge octagon crystal ball with the octagon mirror inside the huge octagon crystal ball. The huge octagon crystal ball floating ly hung on a long, but very thick gold chain; a chain which was connected to the highest point on the ceiling of the octagon shaped church. Peter looked out towards the masses who stood before him, even as he noticed his dad as an old man; along with the octagon crystal ball with the octagon mirror deep inside the octagon crystal ball and Peter yelled to the crowd of masses, "Look inside the octagon crystal ball and look even deeper onto the octagon mirror and look at the reflection which is your our own mind, your own life, your own soul. Look and tell no one what you see, because each one must face their own memories and their dreams and their own soul. Because when you leave one realm of existence for another realm of existence, it is very possible that we are transformed into our own hopes and visions from other past lives and even from our hopes and dreams for our future lives." Peter yelled no more.

Peter’s dad ran up to the crowd to Peter, yelling "Peter, Peter! Because Peter laid still on a small rock, lifeless; yet with a gleam in his eyes, and with the biggest smile his dad had ever seen on Peter. He pushed the crowd away and knelt down to hold his son, the boy who had turned into a man. Peter’s body had fallen while Peter’s soul had transformed itself into a bigger purpose, somewhere in a different universe. Next to Peter was the small container with the octagon crystal ball with the octagon mirror inside. Peter’s dad picked up the thing and he wondered what it was and what Peter was doing with such a strange object.

Peter’s dad looked straight into the octagon crystal ball and then he noticed the octagon mirror. Looking into the octagon mirror, Peter’s dad looked into a different side of the mirror than did Peter. (Each side of the mirror possessed its own magical ability!) Peter’s dad ‘s mind instantly time traveled into the future of Peter’s life. Peter was standing before the masses, on a huge podium, next to the huge octagon crystal ball with the huge octagon mirror inside of it. The white robed Peter again, yelled to the crowded masses, as his invisible dad was watching from another space - time dimension. His dad was supernaturally dreaming, as he floated through Peter’s futuristic space - time world , watching his son as not only a man, but as a spiritual leader of thousands. Peter yelled, with a supernatural voice which filled every ear in the land, (and also in other dream worlds) "God is not up in the sky, though God is part of the sky. But God is not only a creature of Infinite Love, but also a Love which changes the life and the mind and the hearts and the souls of all human, no matter how small, or how big, or how old or young, or how rich or poor. Look into the God like mirror and see your true inner self for what you really are and not what you pretend to be."

So Peter’s floating dad floated even closer to the octagon crystal ball and looked really close to the octagon mirror. Then he froze, like a weather balloon held in place by a string; stuck like a frozen ice cream, but still able to see into the octagon mirror. He saw the past! He saw the boy Peter sitting on a bar stood, wondering about life as he watched his father pickpocket the tourists pockets. Peter’s dad began to feel a bit shameful as he watched his own self committing a crime and even the aftermath of that crime. People crying for their money, IDs, family pictures, and other important papers. Peter’s dad telephoto lens to closed up and then magnified Peter’s face, as the scene slow down, like a bad dream with a good message should do from time to time.

The Peter’s facial muscles could not hide his dissatisfaction with his dad’s practice of robbing people from their important travel papers, money, etc. Peter’s dad’s inner soul hurt with a pain of guilt, with the kind of pain he had never known before.

Peter’s body moved, forcing his dad to snap out of his supernatural dream. Peter yelled, "dad, what are you doing here?"as Peter felt the pain in his own head and body, Peter realized he must have fallen from the largest rock to land on the bottom rock with pain in a few spots on his body. He also realized that he wanted that octagon crystal ball with octagon mirror in it. Looking around, he tried to snatched the ball out of his dad’s hands, but his dad’s hand moved in the last possible moment, causing Peter to slide off his dad just slow enough for his dad to catch him with his other hand. "Ok, you can have it back. But we have to find a new way to make some part time money." Peter responded, "Why is that?" Peter’s dad laughed as if had seen the future. "Because I think it is time for you to learn something else besides how to be the world’s best pickpocket; and it is time for me to be a better example as a dad for my son’s future."

Peter smiled because he had seen the future too!

Monday, March 5, 2007

The Guardian

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: 2007 ## 9 The Guardian

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

As Huey stood in line of the DVD rental store, he waited in line restlessly, because he had to pick up a person at the train station; he was already late you see, just as he saw the seconds ticking on the his gold watch. That gold watch was the newest of his collection of watches, you see; though he did not need a new watch, he felt supernaturally inspired to buy this huge gold watch. He had walked into the T. J. Maxx Store to purchase some angel statues, but he first noticed the gold watch in the jewelry case. After asking the lady if he could inspect the watch, in the process of her handing that gold watch over to Huey, Huey wondered to himself why did he need a new watch that looked like it was meant for a king. But Huey did feel like a king, as least a king within himself, and over a people he did not know, even he knew not those people personally; not yet anyway. He asked the lady, "Can you hold it for twenty minutes? And if I return, I will buy the watch." Sure." she answered. Huey bought a few things, and one heavy item needed a wheeled cart, so after filling his car, he naturally returned the cart to the store. As he left the store a second time, he heard the song, "Calling all you angels." Snapping his head back towards to the store, as he walked back into the store to listen to the angel song, he remembered his words to the lady. "If I return, I will buy the watch." The watch had nine horizontal stones and eleven vertical stones which to Huey represented September 911 2001. Another story for another time.

Standing in line of the DVD rental store, he remembered how he was driving down the rode as he heard a silent, wordless voice say to him, "You have time, the train will be late." Next to Huey was three previous watched DVD s that needed to be returned to the store. Huey saw an opening on the three lane street, so he took the right to enter the parking lot. Walking quickly into the store, within a time’s minutes, Huey had picked up a DVD titled, "The Guardian." Huey did not think much of the DVD or even of the title, "The Guardian," because he was in a hurry to get to the train. But then he settled down because a lady was waiting in front of him, and the counter lady was taking her own sweet time helping the current customer. Another same age guy, who was wearing an earring walked up to Huey, as the next person in the DVD rental store waiting line. The guy pointed to the DVD box and he remarked to Huey, "That is a good movie." Huey was pleased that his quick pick had won the approval of a movie watcher.

Huey's attention then turned to the guys’ necklace. Another gold piece of jewelry, a semi-thick shiny gold necklace with his favorite football team’s shiny gold logo of the Oakland Raiders. Huey was not impressed, to say the least with either the semi-heavy gold necklace, and even less impressed with the gold logo of the guy’s obvious favorite football team. But that did hot bother Huey at all; he just would never wear a football necklace because Huey was not a football fan. Yet Huey also wore a necklace? Huey’s necklace consisted of a leather shoe string, with his parrot’s ring on it, with two medallions hanging on the parrot’s ring. One medallion laid on the second medallion as they both hung from his parrot’s ring; another circle of silver, with her numbers on it. The two medallion’s are both made of silver and not gold, but they are both worth more than all of the gold in the world.

The second medallion was hid from the first, but nevertheless, they were connected, for another story, you see. The second medallion is a 911 medallion and the first medallion, that covered the first medallion is Raphael’s art work of the two cherubs’ wondering faces; the two are looking up towards the sky, but in the real oil painting, they are looking up towards the Mother who holds the baby Jesus. Huey is sure that a story could be told about the religious painting, but Huey does not know that story. Huey only knows his own story with the two wondering cherubs of the artist Raphael. There is also supposed to be a Guardian Angel named Raphael, but Huey does not completely know that story either. In any case, Huey only knows that he has his own guardian angels around him, and every now and then, as in now, as he writes the story for others to read.

Huey instinctively raised up his hand to softly touched his seemingly cheap, yet full of meaningful symbolism that flowed from the leather and silver necklace, as he looked at the very shinny gold necklace of a football team around the guy’s neck. The other guy glanced at Huey’s eyes which were wonderingly staring as the gold necklace, as Huey fondled his cherub and 911 medallions. "What is wrong?" ask the guy. "I was just looking at your medallion as I was thinking about the families; like the Oakland Raider "family" compared to ones own family or maybe a more important family, such as my family or the angel family." as he now consciously rubbed his cherubs and then released the cherubs medallion for the guy to see. "Oh, he replied." as he first touched and then looked at his own gold medallion, as if to remind himself what he was wearing around his neck.

As he let his hand drop to his side, the guy looked a bit confused, as if he was thinking about his own family versus his family of football fans. Huey immediately realized that other people were listening to their short conversation, and that they heard the last rather socially deep statement. Huey instinctively knew that the ladies and mothers would think completely different thoughts about the concept of family than most of their male counterparts. The ladies might be thinking about how there is only one real family, like their sons and daughters and grandchildren and other blood relatives; while some of the males might be thinking more in line with their primitive warrior brain waves, or helping each other kept each others blood within the bounds of their personal skin and bones.

Huey could hear a whisper of angels laughing around him as everyone, human or not, knew that a sense of mockery was implied by the statement of the different kinds of families, but did the other guy catch the sense of mockery or of the whispering ly laughing angels or even of by the differences between the different medallions? "With some luck," thought Huey, "The guy was thinking about his family of sons and daughters, (if he had any) compared to his sense of the football family; as if two different car drivers who are driving on a highway notice each others Oakland Raiders insignia and start to grunt and fist wave each other as if they were headed to a real war zone somewhere to defend America from evil invaders. "Sure, now that would be a funny laugh." thought Huey. "If all of the phony male egos who stood waving their favorite football team’s flag during a game began to stand up for America, and wave the American flag every weekend, the world would gain a better sense of America’s patriotism that has not been seen since the war against the British. But then again, waving the American flag is not as an economical benefit as waving a football flag, at least to the owners and football players. But all spenders in an economy help keep the economy hopping. Football players hop up and down the grassy field as the economy and stock markets hop up and down with numbers regarding purchasing power. Some people do not believe or understand the world of football and economics and high finance, but they still believe in life.

Of course, the same can be stated about having a Guardian Angel around you all the time; you might be hopping up and down different dimensions while you might not make a lot of money in the world of gold and silver, if you believe solely in the world of gold and silver, as if gold and silver were some king of god, which on one level it is...because some people actually do worship silver and gold so much that they would kill another human or even hundreds or thousands or millions of humans But other worlds are whirling up and down and around those people who solely believe in the world of solidness of silver and gold and the general concept of a limited space-time of solid matter. Just as other galaxies are whirling around our galaxy, as other dimensions are whirling around our earth, as if by some multi-dimensional dream universe that we could only experience only if we learn to free our minds of the limited, one dimensional concept of one universe, one space-time dimension, one birth in one life with one death. If only Life was so easy, but life is never easy.

So one Guardian Angel(s) from another realm, in a space-time (or not) dimension, who can travel from one realm, one universe, through a dimensional split zone, where they can transform form on bodily form to another bodily form, so they can visit planet earth to help those humans who have learned to free themselves from the ungodly world of gold and silver, and from the mental dream universe of a limited space-time universe, to other possibilities of life, even to a concept called God. As Huey stood in the DVD rental store line, he wondered if the football guy ever visited a church in his life, or if he ever read the Bible or a metaphysical book with concepts of life after life.

Maybe he was taught that God, as in the whole of God, was wrapped up in a human form, a human body called and named Jesus 2000 years ago, as do many so-called Christians of 2007. Huey wondered how so many who read the Bible, could ever arrive at the dumb and irrational conclusion that the whole of God could be trapped inside a body named Jesus. No offense intended towards the man Jesus. But, on a simple level, if the whole of God ever tried to trap itself inside a human body of skin and blood and bones, that body would explode just as a balloon would explode if every drop of water on earth was pumped into the balloon. Some things are impossible, even if dumb humans believe in dumb things. But it seems moron ish humans somehow find it easier to believe that the whole of God can be trapped in a body than to understand a God as a multi-dimensional universe or universes, with metaphysical laws. Huey thought that what made Jesus godlike was this personal understanding and consciousness of the multi-dimensional universe of God.
Huey then started to wonder what the movie, The Guardian, what was it about? Guardian Angels in the ocean? A human person who turns into a Guardian over another person? A Guardian over a human who turns into a human guardian over another person? A famous actor was on the DVD cover, but what did that mean? Most actors are not really guardians over anything except making money and making movies. Strange how angels and supernatural guardians are watched in movies, but are not believed in human life. The DVD movie, "Angels in America." was first seen on the HBO mini-series, and later on DVD. Huey remembered watching the movie and then he was shocked to discover the movie was more about the aids crisis in America, than Angels in America, so Huey thought he was fooled into renting an angel movie when in fact the movie was about aids.

Huey wondered if the guy with the football necklace ever wonder about angels and guardians or if he ever rented a DVD movie with the words angel or guardian in the title. Probably not, because a tough football guy would not like to be seen watching a movie about creatures with huge invisible wings, or whatever they might use to fly through the different space-time dimensions to get to earth and to a single human being. Tough guys sometimes finish last, thought Huey. Then Huey then wondered how many football watchers were ever wondering about or watching for angels in their lives. Sports watchers and money watchers and even book watchers and economics watchers and music watchers, (of course, music watchers probably touch the sound of angels in one form or another form,) but the rest of them, not! Absurd to think that if a few angels few over a huge football stadium, that anyone would notice and if a few did notice, what would they say to the other 80,000 football fans. "Look, angels are watching football too." Huey did not think so.

Or if all 80,000 footballs in one football stadium saw a few angels appear our of the space-time zone to float into our space-time zone, what would they all do? thought Huey. But Huey arrived at the conclusion a long time ago that most of the 8 or 9 or 10 billion people on planet earth were so stuck in their own personal, selfish little concepts of life, that would only lead a few spiritual thinkers to wonder about the new concepts of life, of multi-dimensional universes, with their possible new forms of life, no matter what they might look like or how they may communicate or what they may know about life, in and out of their own universe.

The guy next to Huey did not say anymore, nor did he speak to anyone else. Huey saw the glare in his eyes after Huey had mentioned the concept of different families. Huey wondered if the guy would start looking for angels in some form after he, with his football necklace still hanging around his neck; as he would keep watching football games, might somehow remember Huey standing there, gasping his angle necklace as if it had some real meaning and some real stories behind it. Huey even wondered if the guy might have know people who believed in angels or supernatural creatures from other realms, like a grandmother or sister or maybe even a friend.
Maybe he would just remember the $1000 black leather Italian jacket and the black hat with the dark sunglasses who looked like he might some kind of human angel in disguise. Or maybe he was just a simple guy who just believed in angles, as a hobby. Or maybe he was a complex communicator with angels, as a person who had been touched by angels in his own human life, touched enough to know that angels exist because he had seen with both his eyes and his mind, in the sky and in his dreams, realms beyond planet earth.

Or maybe Huey had been died in a really bad accident and was brought back to human life as a new person, a person who knew that he had to send a message to the world that angels are all around us, surrounding us with adventures of love and joy and peace and harmony, both before and after what is termed death. But he did not ask Huey about angels, because of personal fear or personal ignorance or he just did not give a dam about anything except football. And the football stadium was his church, where men would kill each other if they were allowed to just as the Rome gladiators killed each other with the crowds cheering for death.

Huey always thought to himself that he would and could another human if he needed to for self-defense purposes, but on the other hand, Huey always thought to himself that if there is no real death, just a transformation of the body to dust and the personal soul to a possible personalized or individual cosmic soul, that would mean then even those people that he thought he needed to kill, would somehow still be alive in another realm, somehow. Of course, the football fan would laugh at such ideas, but Huey knew that is only one human quality which separates the humans from the apes. Apes probably do not have guardian angels and / or guides to help them to travel away for the limitations of earth’s dream worlds to high and more defined cosmic spiritual realms. Maybe one day the football will pick a book about cosmic travels, or angels / guardian guides, or other universe and how to mentally communicate with other higher life forms. Or maybe not! And what could be a worse death than that? wondered Huey. A universe with infinite possibilities that are not seen by foolish football fans. "What could be better than death?" thought Huey. A stadium of football fans who could see the realm of angels.

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When I was in college studying International Economics/Finance, I was also wondering how to develop a more powerful brain. So in 2001,I began a very specialized ambidextrous brain exercise program, for two hours per day,for many years. Those brain exercise began with me writing out words,mostly verbs, with both hands in different patterns.That developed into dual handed sentence writing to longer stories and dual handed drawing exercises.Details are for future books.I did these two hour brain workouts as a personal experiment to restructure my brain's neurons for the purpose of making my brain stronger for writing and language development; for logically creative storying writing.As far as I know, I am the only person in the course of history to have developed these ambidextrous hand/brain exercises.The purpose of these ambidextrous brain exercises is to strenghten both sides of the brain for language skills development, and to connect both sides of the brain together for language skills development. There is a very logical neurological reason for using two hands to write and draw as brain exercises. I also draw with both hands. 52 Stories is my testament!