whoa… I had it on just a split second…w-w-when am I?
Leaves rustling under a moonless cloudy night preceded the strange sudden brilliance of white. So white one could not help but look away from it, yet slowly began to collapse into a tight form. Meanwhile a strange high pitch became audible- decreasing into lower and lower octaves as the brilliant shape emerged. Its near-blinding electric blue radiating atop the illuminated shape now identifiable. The silhouetted form crouching…now slowly rising, was a man. This blue beacon emanates from his hat…more precisely, his turban.
His age is hard to determine, skin far from smooth, yet the lines seem more from lack of protection from the elements versus old age, he moves with the vitality of a younger man, and move he does quickly up the path, the middle of which he did coalesce. He is obviously aware enough of what surrounds him yet cautiously he casts his view about as he travels. This path he knows well, as this is not the first time upon it. It is the third, the final if his habits allow one to predict this, ratiocination based upon syllogism deduced from repeated, nearly to the minute, performances. No need to follow him closely, knowing very well to where he climbs, any second now he will vanish into the darkness which moments before was interrupted. Just before this the turban will evanesce to black, there will be no visual sign of how this elusion is made. The man must feel pretty smug about giving everyone the slip once again. In pursuit my presentiment cannot hold me back for even a split second. If I am wrong, I am dead wrong.
In scientific experiments you learn to check and double check all the variables to ensure predictability. The discipline of this to prevent taking anything for granted that may potentially alter the outcome. This is one procedure I’ve rehearsed so many times. Each time methodically wiping any trace of my involvement. Having a run of inexplicable results each further and further away from predicted, I set up in stealth a system of small video cameras with motion detection triggers. Having convinced myself the reason my effort was not producing the results anticipated due to sabotage. One evening I noticed the cameras, I’d completely forgotten all about them! Thank goodness I’d failed to remember checking- these memory cards showed the man in a black turban in my lab changing the calibrations on my sensors to read off center-line, entering the lab to lead me on goose chase after goose chase. They also gave away his pattern of follow-up visits to which I also noticed his solutions occurred in reverse sequence to the actual remedies I’d been applying to get back on track! In the flash of a Eureka moment I knew I was dealing with a visitor from future time. He was checking to see if he’d been caught on to; if he felt he was he’d come 2 days earlier and again 10 days earlier than that just in case, to fix what he needed to!
What ever I did, he’d just arrive sooner and better me …and pretend I did not know what was happening, allowing him to lead me closer and closer each time to him. Meanwhile I developed a detector to track his energy signature I’d been capturing. He indifferent or knowing what it was, I’d passed it off as noise or some anomaly to my calibration error – -and to aid this detection, doped the case of one of the memory cards with an isotope of rare earth to doubly increase my ability to follow the breadcrumbs to this Ozark area nearby to where I sit right now… I saw him appear myself 10 days ago…I knew he’d come tonight- he follows the same 2 days & 2days sooner then 10 days sooner routine! I also know why he uses the cave here to remain undetected. After seeing him return after the 12 day ago & 2 day ago pattern again, I knew he’d be back tonight- he was just at my lab sometime from now checking on something I’ve made him suspicious with – – and he needs to get there using something in the cave, something I saw the other day, but I’ve removed a few parts from his machine this morning… and need to catch him before he goes back sooner to kill my element of surprise!
I check my gear, I double check my grip and prepare to jump from the top of the high platform. This tree stand has been here for months, I’ve watched that turban fade twice before from this perch, switching to the nigh vision scope I finally saw his entrance to the cave just a dozen days ago, and again two nights ago. Now he’s just entered again as I tuck it away and pull out the infra-red goggles I’ll alternate to for the hands free convergence ahead. Even though I’ve practiced this zip-line routine blindfolded, my heart is pounding and my legs are turning to rubber. It’s three, always three I mentally repeat this mantra as the wind and quiet whirr of the pulley remind me this leap of faith will be coming to, too soon, the finality of monstrous proportion.
My feet are automatically in motion as the ground arrives and I make my way down the short path to my destiny. I scan 360° and nothing but a small heat signature about 100 yards up the opposite hillside, no doubt a coyote. I duck behind the manicured blackberry thicket I’d prepared to make my way in for the surprise visit. Carefully zipping the flap closed behind me, to prevent any potentially compromising cognition like noticeable pressure changes or a sudden breeze. I’m in a modified tent, moving carefully to preserve the integrity of the makeshift seal. I quietly open opposite zipper, the way into the side tunnel and drop the prepared line to rappel to the floor of the cavern. I clip my belay onto a carabiner on front of my harness, and loop the rope through it before clipping this loop onto the ‘biner and go over the edge.
The cavern is fairly large and on the far end of its horseshoe shape lies the apparatus my bearded turban wearing friend is about to fire up, well he’s about to try… btw the loud noise we’re about to hear will be the crashing down of the entrance he uses to get in and out… he has no place to go and you can also say he has no time to get there…
After the explosion’s dust settles a bit he hears coughing and shines a lamp my direction through the still thick air, I follow his light to aim to hit him with a Taser and knock him down long enough to zip-tie his wrists together, then I do the same for his ankles before he speaks…
“Demain, au soleil levant je ne serais plus”
and I reply,
“Nice to meet you Michel de Nostredame”
I wonder about these fake psychics
He never saw this one coming,
Chapter II Black Body Radiation coming soon!
http://sweeneytog.wordpress.com/2012/12/29/saraperkins/ The lovely Sara Perkins
and a few B-25 bombers
When we relax or meditate, our brain is producing ‘Alpha’ waves (electromagnetic energy at 8-12 Hz)- Zen-trained meditation masters produce noticeably more alpha waves during meditation. I feel we are not producing these….merely channeling energy present to us once we’ve dialed in.
Our earth’s diameter produces a standing half-wave of roughly the same magnitude 11.7 Hz. What’s interesting to me being the fact our earth produces and transmits alpha waves just before major earthquakes .01-10 Hz too & animals are proven to show signs of anxiety right before them too- when cats are trained to withhold motor movement, for example, they released SMR, or mu, waves, a wave similar to alpha waves. My theory is our relaxed meditative state allows ourselves to tap into the earth’s resonant low frequency to a point we can ‘tune’ in to what it has to tell us. While many around us…
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The multi-talented country singer/songwriter puts the pieces of success together with her latest radio single “Some Assembly Required,” Helmed by superstar producer Kevin Beamish (Reo Speedwagon, Kenny Chesney, Martina McBride.)
The Virginia-Born performer had a successful career off Broadway and in TV and film before launching her music career after a chance encounter with a songwriter while shooting the CMT reality show “Popularity Contest”
“Some Assembly Required” by Marthia Sides is more than simply a witty and rollicking new single about the frustrations of finding a perfect man. Its title is also a spot on reflection of the many different ways to approach the story of the multi-talented, classically trained singer/songwriter’s rise as an indie artist since the release of her 2006 debut Born Again In The Country.
But perhaps the most intriguing part of Sides’ story is how a multi-talented performer who lived in New York…
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