Jack The Jet Fighter Pilot

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 20 Jack the Jet Fighter Pilot

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

An unusual day for Jack, the jet fighter pilot. Of course, being a jet fighter pilot is an unusual job, for anyone. But Jack had long ago heard and read stories of other jet fighter pilots who had seen weird shapes appear and disappear in and out of the sky; like strange bugs that fly faster per size than the jet fighter planes. Jack had his doubts about strange objects flying in and out of space like some strange creatures from an outer space movie. Nevertheless, an unusual day meant that Jack had an experience that was out of the ordinary, even for a jet fighter pilot.

Most people would agree that just being a jet fighter pilot is an unusual job for anyone to experience; so what else is new? Jack had dreamed of being a jet fighter pilot as a little boy. He would hold one end of a thick string, as the other end of the string was attached to a model airplane. He would sometimes spend hours building model airplanes. That is the wonder of being a child; the ability to dream without the world’s doubt holding you back from dreaming. Some people dream, while others do not dream. Maybe the secret to success is not letting the non-dreamers from stopping the dreamers from dreamers. Jack’s younger brother called such people dream breakers.

Jack would hold the string and twirl the plastic airplane around and around in a basic constant circular motion; even though he later learned that real airplanes have to deal with gravity and g-forces, and a lot of other stuff, like bullets in times of war. But to dream of sitting in the pilots seat of an airplane was only the beginning for Jack’s dreams. Every once in a while, a real plane or jet fighter would fly above his head as he twirled the plastic model airplane around and around. Soon, Jack realized that it was sort of a small miracle that a tons of steel could seemingly float through the air; even as the engines sucked air through the front and then pushed the air out the back. It was a bigger miracle of science and technology. As Jack stood on the ground, he knew that a part his brain somehow saw a tiny speck cruising through the sky; yet his logical mind knew that tons of steel were being uplifted into the air by some invisible principle. A wits of ideas over steel! Jack wanted to know more about airplanes and of the ideas of flight.

One day, Jack’s parents took him to an airplane show. There were biplanes, and World War II planes, and modern day jet planes, plus a Huey airplane; among other planes. As they were walking around the fair grounds, they stopped at a little red plane. The pilot of the plane was almost as long as the plane; it was only six feet long, yet it could travel four hundred miles an hour. The pilot was getting ready to fly the plane, but he was talking about the plane before he stepped into the plane. The pilot was describing that one bolt costs seventy-five dollars. Jack remembered that his dad would buy a whole box of bolts for less than 7 bucks, so those bolts must have been built out of some really strong metal.

Jack watched the pilot climb into the red mini-plane, he wondered what he would feel like if he was flying in that airplane at four hundred miles an hour. Would he feel like a human hummingbird or more like a fly? Maybe he would feel like a new kind of human; after all, the human brain did not seem as if it was built to fly in the sky at four hundred miles an hour.

Jack did not know what the pilot felt like as he flew the red mini-plane around in circles and even straight up towards the sun, but he thought to himself that he must be having fun, so Jack had decided to become a jet fighter pilot when he grew up. Jack started to take flying lessons at a local country farm’s dirt airfield. He had heard about an airfield at an old timer’s farm. So he walked over to the farmer to introduce himself. An older gentleman named Ed, 75 years old, walked out of the barn. After a short introduction, and after they started to talked about flying planes, Ed found it in his heart to give Jack flying lessons in exchange for labor help from Jack.

The first time Jack walked up to the plane, a Cessna 152, Ed showed Jack how to inspect the exterior of the physical plane, and after they were finished with checking the gasoline tank for water moisture, they stepped into the plane to sit in it chairs. When Ed looked over at the young Jack, he noticed the same moment of awe that he first experienced the first time he flew inside a plane. He hoped to exchange some wisdom to young Jack, as a gesture of kindness for his long flying life.

After Ed explained the instrument panel and the plane’s rubbers to Jack, it was the moment for action. As Ed pushed in the plane’s throttle for power, the plane started to move forward on the dirt road. Jack felt like it was like they were in a car, except for the whirling propeller. Ed told Jack to grab unto the steering handle, just so Jack could feel Ed’s handling of the plane. As the plane reached an easy 60 miles an hour, and then seventy miles an hour, Ed turned towards Jack to look at his facial expression as Ed slightly pulled back the plane’s handle less than an inch. The plane lifted above the dirt runway to hover above the ground only four feet. The plane flew over the ground just four feet, so the plane could pick up more speed, so it would be able to climb up to five thousand feet about sea level.

As Jack’s body felt at one with the plane, so too did his mind feel at one with the sky. Jack’s mind felt different in the sky than when he was walking on the dirt road. Instead of looking at the sky, he was in it. As Jack’s body was lifted up towards the sky, so too was Jack’s mind carried forward into a new state of awareness; like that of a creature without wings, yet flying in the sky, like a bird and a human. Now, he was a new creature, with a new lifting spirt which seem to arise from deep within his spiritual identity. His skin and bones body were unchanged before, during, and after the liftoff, but his mind sure had changed. Feeling a new kind of freedom while looking down towards the brown trees and blue water and dark roads and green grass, while seeing the white clouds in front of him, led Jack to forget the world for a few seconds as his mind transformed into a mind with new possibilities and a new future. Jack began to believe that angels do answer prayers because he had been praying for this moment ever since he began building model airplanes and watching airplanes flying over him. His earthly mind was carried forward to fly the heavenly skies, as a future pilot.

Ed looked over to Jack and asked him, ‘Well Jack, what does it feel like to be flying in the sky like a bird?’ Jack’s wide eyes looked over to Ed and responded, ‘Like a bird without wings.’ Ed chuckled as he replied, ‘Well, the airplanes has the wings, but people long ago dreamed of flying. So one day some dreamers did more than dream, the began to build experimental airplanes.

There is some debate about who really built the first airplane. Some people think the Wright Brothers started the whole business. But the two brothers had competitors that were also trying to become the first airplane builders. But the most important part of flying is the invisible principles of flight; such as the principle of lift versus gravity. Thinkers like Leonardo de Vinci started to think about flight long before the first plane was ever built. There is a lesson for you Jack. Thinkers are more important than builders, because you have to be thinking before, during, and after you fly an airplane. Of course, we need thinking builders too. Otherwise, we would not have the planes to fly. Builders have to be thinkers too. Without thinkers, we would not have planes to fly.’

Jack said, ‘I think about angels a lot.’

Ed said, ‘Yea, flying brings a sense of other flying creatures. But I do not think real angels have wings, because their sense of space and time and the seemingly material world is different than what we see with our human brain and human mind.’ Jack just looked at Ed and responded with, ‘But all of the paintings have creatures with wings.’ Ed said, ‘That is just the way humans symbolize creatures that they can not see, but believe exist. Most of those paintings were painted in religious times when planes and science did not exist. Here is a lesson on perspective Jack. If our human brains had developed structurally physiologically different, we would be seeing a completely different universe. Change your perspective, and we might see those angels of yours. But in any case, we would also be experiencing flying different; just as a hummingbird experiences flight different than us.’ Jack responded with an, ‘Oh.’

‘What is that dark spot in the sky? Jack asked Ed. Ed responded, ‘That is another airplane. Good eyes kid. You never know what you will see in the sky kid. Sometimes you see things that no one will ever believe. But you will understand that when you get older. Just remember that I told you so, if you ever fly jets at supersonic speeds. Space and time is different for different creatures of the universe. Do not be surprised if you see things in the sky, Jack. Do not be surprised!’

Ed told Jack that it was time to land the plane. ‘Getting off the ground is easy, Jack. The hard part is landing the airplane.’ As Jack looked at the ground below him, he realized that the plane was not slowing down. ‘Jack, we need to keep the plane at a certain speed and angle; otherwise it will stall, or do some other crazy stuff.’ Jack watched Ed guide the plane to the ground. As they exited the plane, they made plans for Jack to work the farm, and to fly again, with more lessons about flight, planes, life, and the possibilities of other universes which the brain can not see, but which it somehow realizes that exist because even the brain knows its own limitations. Otherwise, telescopes and microscopes would have never been invented.

Much later in his life, after Jack left high school and after he finished college for aerodynamics, he had joined the US Air-force. He worked his way up the ranks of private to naval pilot. Flying planes for the United States Air-force meant that Jack had to be physically fit and psychologically sound, but somehow, even the air force could not have prepared Jack for his unusual day.

Jack was older now, bigger and stronger too, plus much wiser and an experienced pilot. As he sat in the jet fighter plane, speeding pass the Mach 1 sound barrier caused him to focus straight ahead, until he saw the glowing disk in the sky. (Understand dear reader, that traveling at Mach 1 means going about 600 miles per hour or 1,062 kilometers per hour at 20,000 feet above sea level) As Jack headed faster towards Mach 2 and Mach 3, he wondered to himself, ‘I wonder what is going faster than me?’

The glowing object floated up to his side, flying right next to him. In one second, it disappeared from Jack’s vision and he wondered to himself if he had just experienced an hallucination. But he changed his mind after he looked outside from the other window, only to see the same glowing object floating next to him as if he were on a lake of water with another sailboat. Jack thought of rubbing his eyes, but the helmet prevented him from doing touching his face and he knew that if he blinked, the glowing object could simply disappear into the thin air. Of course, Jack had in a sense disappeared into thin air, in the eyes of people who were standing on the ground. Most of them would have heard only the sonic boom that the airplane creates as it moved air molecules around the plane.

But how could this floating glowing object not create any sound as it moved faster than the speed of sound? though Jack. ‘Maybe the speed of sound was different for this floating glowing object and its occupants. And what kind of occupants were sitting in the glowing object?’ thought Jack. His trained mind almost reacted to the glowing object by radioing into ground command, but who would believe him? He knew that for sure! Then, he remembered stories from other pilots and even that of Ed. ‘Do not be surprised by what you might see in the sky.’

In a blink of an eye, in the blink of a thought, Jack sensed a oneness with the glowing craft in the sky, a sense of fellowship and comradery with his flying friends. After all, how many people would be flying next to him, at 40,000 feet above the earth’s sea level, and then 50,000 feet above sea level. Just for the fun of it, Jack waved his black covered hand to the floating glowing craft. ‘I wonder if they can see me. He knew that the black gloves hid his white hands, so he wondered what kind of creatures were under their protective uniforms? A sense of companionship from flying creatures.

In less than a fraction of a miro-second, some lights lit up and blinked off. Jack had been trained to shoot enemy planes out of the sky and to drop bombs from his plane into a camp of the terrorists who believed that killing innocent civilizations who know not the spirit of war and destruction. Therefore, Jack was not trained to be a interstellar diplomat for creatures he could not even see or hear. ‘How am I going to communicate with them?’ he thought to himself. In a flash, the glowing crafted moved effortlessly around to the front of the airplane. ‘Oh great!’ thought Jack. Jack looked down at his weapon’s buttons, but he knew that he had not been fired upon, so maybe they were having some fun with him. So Jack said to himself, ‘Lets have some fun, you mysterious spacecraft.’

Jack guided the jet fighter to the right, at around 700 miles an hour. As the fighter jet glided to the right, the space craft stayed in front of him, as easily as two dragonflies that were flying above a lake, playing dodge and a bit of chicken in the air. ‘So you want to play games?’ thought Jack. The lights blinked again. Jack fearlessly starred at the space craft, as he thought to himself, ‘Are they mind-reading me?’ The lights blinked again. Jack lowered his airspeed, so too did the glowing craft. ‘What now?’ thought Jack.

Jack felt the need to put the plane on autopilot, so he did. Just as he pushed the autopilot button on, Jack saw two foggy glowing white balls of light in front of him. ‘No way!’ thought Jack. ‘I am moving at Mach 3. How in the heck are those two creatures moving along with me while as they seemingly just float in the air?’ But maybe they were not floating or flying. Maybe they were space-less and timeless entities that were kind of simply remaining still, while they were somehow linked to their own universe, while still moving at Mach 3 for humans.’ thought Jack. ‘Maybe to them, Mach 3 is slow.

In a second, his saw the two balls of dull glowing light go to each side of the jet fighter plane. Jack started to sweat. They moved closer to the windows, at Mach 3. ‘I guess they really want to play.’ thought Jack. ‘Or do they want to do something more?’ Jack began to feel a little funny, as in dizzy and lightheaded. ‘Oh no.’ thought Jack.

The two balls of glowing light were now in front of him, between the plane’s control panels and his flight suit. ‘What do you guys want?’ as the space craft floated next to the jet fighter plane. In a single moment of time, Jack forgot his whole human life. He forgot that he was flying an fighter airplane; a plane that was created for the sole purpose to kill people, on earth. And even though the human race was still a very primitive human race, Jack never like the idea of killing other people to solve human’s political and religious problems, even though sometimes there was no other choice, from the government’s viewpoint.

Jack felt his body become a floating entity of light and energy too. He felt his energy and light become one with the energy and light of the two floating and seemingly highly intelligent balls of light. Jack remembered that once a college professor asked him a question. ‘Jack, can one plus one equal one?’ While Jack was trying to think of all the possibilities, the professor answered, ‘Why yes. One cloud and one cloud when joined together equals one cloud. It is just a bigger cloud. Moreover, one plus one plus one can equals a bigger one! Which was proven by the three glowing entities that were now one.

In less than a second, Jack felt his energy and light become bigger and grandeur. His seemingly less material self was now at one with the creatures of light and energy. He heard their voiceless whispers, ‘We know you human earthlings are basically good. But there are those among you who kill and commit deathly crimes and destruction in the name of God and of heaven. This has to stop! God did not create earth for humans to kill themselves in the name of God. If God wanted people dead, God is big enough to kill people by itself. Neither God or the angels need crazy religious nut-job humans to kill other humans for it.

After 13,000,000,000, as in 13 billions years of cosmic evolution, (and in some viewpoints, devolution,) years of cosmic light and energy forming into one stage and another so planet earth could be created, so thinking people could think about God and heaven and even the seemingly solid material universe. (which it isn’t). They should do less killing and more thinking about God and the universe and true religion, along with peace among mankind. Please pass that message to all earthlings if you can, Jack.’

In a second, the two balls of intelligent light and energy were again floating in front of Jack as he regained his composure and thought, ‘Thanks guys. Even though no human will ever believe me.’ The two balls of floating light rapidly left the fighter jet and in a less of a second, they floated to the front of the jet fighter plane. They combined into one bigger light form, while they glowed even bigger than ever, just for fun. They returned to their space craft and then the craft disappeared into thin air.

Jack started to dream of a new mission for his retirement. He saw himself writing at a wooden desk, with bookcases surrounding him, and classical music playing, and his hand moving a fountain pen on paper instead of moving the control stick to a fighter jet. Spiritual ideas about world peace began flowing into his mind, just as if he was still attached to the glowing balls of light and true peaceful intelligence. He knew that he would try to listen to them from wherever he was writing for humans who knew not the true reason for human evolution.

He heard the radio blurt out, ‘Super Dodger. Calling Super Dodger. Are you ok Super Dodger? Please report back to the Command Center II.’ Jack reported back into the radio, ‘Super Dodger ok. Will report back to Command Center II. Will gladly report to Command Center II. Over and out!'