“Amtrack”

7-9-87 (July 9, 1987)

 

“AmTrak”

Trees and towns
factories
single cabins
whole developments
new communities
a trailer park
a factory
a river
sudden tunnel
high bank
a burnt out bus on its side
stagnant pond
swimming beach
golf course
forest
and through the trees
traces of glimpses
of lives
little triumphs
wasted ages
death and pain
birth and hope
schemes and dreams
honest toil and con
games.

Time out
to visit the
café car

there are a bunch of
French Canadians on this train
(Uruguay?)
I mistook an Uruguayan
for one of them
she’s a writer
I flirted shamelessly
-gave her my name &
address, she said,
I was interesting
maybe she’ll write.

darkness descends
on a world in
two dimensional
motion

the patterns of the
leaves of trees
crawl like snakeskin

dirty towns
dirty factories
come and go

the world has been
painted
on several
opague screens
backlit as we
rush past
to the
rock and roll rhythm
that never quite completely
hypnotizes
us

now the painted
scenery
moves
at varying speeds
past the train
while high tech
attendants
push buttons
to swing and sway
and rock and
hesitate
then roll and
accelerate
to make us believe
in the illusion
that we
are actually
moving.

I could fall
in love a dozen times
an hour
on this train
maybe more if I
write less
and watch the passengers
more
There must be five
young women
on this train, in this car?
I’ve decided
I could love forever
a couple of them
no doubt would be married
there’s one-
3 seats in front of me
facing me-
glancing my way
and smiling when she
catches me
glancing back
Absolutely too cute
button nose
two pony tails
totally baffled
by obstacles like
door release buttons
and luggage racks
fixing her hair by her refelction
in the window
totally ignored by the
guy she’s sitting with.
-must be her brother

-an hour later?

I just saw the
Uruguayan?
again
she’s writing away in her notebook
almost as frantic as I am
while the other woman
I fell in love with since, maybe
Baltimore?
got up and looked around
stepped over her
sleeping brother
and
walking this way
almost fell in my lap.
“I forgot-” she said,
“Which way to the lunch car?”

I couldn’t pass this one up
“I’ll show you- I’m hungry too”
She smiles then seems impressed
when I stand up
“You’re tall-”

Her name was Hillary
from Philadelphia
the guy ignoring her
is her cousin
She found it fascinating
that I was a writer
and wanted to know
if she would end up
in anything I ever wrote.

She wrote down her name
and address and
phone number
and then looked sad
and told me
she was supposed to
meet the man
almost twice her age
her family had promised her to
so the mob
wouldn’t kill her mother and her brothers,
and maybe finally,
her broken father.

I blurted out
“Is there anything I can do?”
She looked desperate, then defeated
shook her head, “No- that would
get my family
butchered or worse.”

I paid for her food
on the way back
to our car
she pushed me into a men’s room,
kissed me desperately,
moved my hands to grope her-
then pushed me away,
straightened her
clothing and made me
check to see
that there was nobody
in the corridor
and I walked her
back to our car-
she gestured that
I should stay in my own seat
walked back to her
cousin
sat down and hid behind
a “Bride” magazine.

I fell asleep
woke up a couple
hours later
saw her as she
was still hiding behind
that magazine
and hoped I dreamed
the whole trip
to the dining car.

Train rides
will never
be the same.

Jim

Jim

Earwigs – (shudder)

Saturday, August 9, 2014.

While flattening out once-crumpled packing paper in the basement, to empty and flatten boxes and make room to move stuff around down there- I moved a pile of clean kitchen towels and discovered two earwigs hiding beneath them. (‘creepy’)

So then I wondered what earwigs eat.

And then tonight, I looked it up on wikipedia and this is what I found there:

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Earwig

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For other uses, see Earwig (disambiguation).
Earwigs
Temporal range: 208–0Ma

Late Triassic to Recent

Earwig on white background.jpg
Female common earwig, Forficula auricularia
Scientific classification
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Arthropoda
Subphylum: Hexapoda
Class: Insecta
Order: Dermaptera
De Geer, 1773
Suborders
Synonyms
  • Euplecoptera
  • Euplexoptera
  • Forficulida

Earwigs make up the insect order Dermaptera and are found throughout the Americas, Africa, Eurasia, Australia and New Zealand. With about 2,000 species[1] in 12 families, they are one of the smaller insect orders. Earwigs have characteristic cerci, a pair of forceps pincers on their abdomen, and membranous wings folded underneath short forewings, hence the scientific order name, “skin wings.” Some groups are tiny parasites on mammals and lack the typical pincers. Earwigs rarely use their flying ability.

Earwigs are mostly nocturnal and often hide in small, moist crevices during the day, and are active at night, feeding on a wide variety of insects and plants. Damage to foliage, flowers, and various crops is commonly blamed on earwigs, especially the common earwig Forficula auricularia.

Earwigs have five molts in the year before they become adults. Many earwig species display maternal care, which is uncommon among insects. Female earwigs may care for their eggs, and even after they have hatched as nymphs will continue to watch over offspring until their second molt. As the nymphs molt, sexual dimorphism such as differences in pincer shapes begins to show.

Some earwig specimen fossils are in the extinct suborders Archidermaptera or Eodermaptera, the former dating to the Late Triassic and the latter to the Middle Jurassic. Many orders of insect have been theorized to be closely related to earwigs, though the icebugs of Grylloblattaria are most likely.

Alert?

Friday, August 8, 2014.

Somebody whose ‘psychic impressions’ / ‘messages’ I can’t dismiss
has received a much stronger than usual impression that ‘something major’
is about to transpire on August 23rd.
Something similar to 9-11-2001, but on a much larger scale.
She saw herself sitting on our sofa, crying her eyes out in compete shock and horror – watching or listening to news reports

London, England – New York City – Ottawa, Canada – & possibly other major western cities had all been ‘hit’ by something, she couldn’t tell whether it was a ‘Natural’ or ‘man-made’ disaster, but no communication at all could come out of these cities.

She said we were okay where we are, but lots of our relatives were in the danger zones and we had no idea whether they were alive or dead.

She said, in her scrambled state, all she could do was hug our dog and wonder whether we should try to go get take out Chinese or Chicken in a bucket.

I didn’t have time to ask her whether part of the problem was that we had lost power and services (electricity? internet? telephone?) or not.

Um, she could be off by a year or more. this could be happening in a parallel dimension- there could be absolutely nothing we can do to avoid this-

Or we can ‘Pray our bums off’ for Angelic / Spiritual Help to avoid this. & Prayers won’t hurt any-

—eek—

—————Jim

December 25, 1978

My sister’s friend gave me a book full of blank paper for Christmas 1978
    There’s a green tree frog with suction cup fingers
    hanging on to a vertical stick on the cover
    Under the small letters “Write Your Own Book”
    is the title
    “Coping” in large yellow letters
    beneath that in a non serif font, white letters, no caps
    “notes to help me hang in there”
    My sister’s friend said she couldn’t resist.

And for my first entry: I put down the sf/fantasy book I was reading and wrote:

Beryl Beaver set a wolf on fire
    < Dragon Winter >
    Burgundy is a wine too bitter
    for anyone here this afternoon
    And Glenn backed into my truck
    yesterday-

My father walked all the way into the kitchen
    to tell my mother that if
    somebody didn’t take that record < Stephen Stills >
    off the turntable he would smash it.
    < I think the threatened smashing     would involve the turn table >
    Um- I immediately visualized my hand
    smashing very hard (as in Karate)
    into his adams apple

He knew the record was mine
    a Christmas present from my sister

Would he cower or roar
    if he understood what sort of effect
    his infantile behaviour
    generally has
    on me? Instant rage?
    -sigh- That’s not a very nice
    Christmas message
    is it?

“Our good luck might be the next animal’s downfall-” Granny Badger

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December 26, 1978

in all caps:

All things are new
    there is no past hostility
    strong enough to own me
    You are forgiven
    who(m?)ever you are.

now put my book down
    before I forget this
    epiphany
    and break your nosy neck.

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Next Page

12-26-78

Kathy K (a childhood friend)
    invaded my dreams last night
    we talked, I
    don’t remember what we said
    I think I
    wanted to hug her
    I remember
    turning around with that
    in mind
    turning around near the edge
    of a stage
    music, not heard?-
    inferred-
    But Kathy, I-

remember her as an awkward thirteen year old
    turning around, barefoot in the sand near the river
    walking away from some idiot’s dirty joke, looking
    like she thought there was something wrong with her
    if she couldn’t take it-

in the moment, remembering, I realized
    “there’s a little bit of you
    in every woman I ever
    wanted to hold-
    and shelter from
    the dirty jokes
    that no one wants to laugh at.”

(Jim Wellington)

Very Old Stuff (pre-digital)

August 4, 2014 -(18˚C / 64˚F @ 10:07 & raining here.)

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   Never know where to begin-

I thought I’d try to tidy up a bit
    -for the exterminator?-
    as we’re moving me
    into this apartment

We never seem to get Anything done
    when we’re together-

came across an
    unfamiliar box
    contents in a jumble
    -all the time you’ve known me
    there’s been some kind of crisis
    looming very near
    very dark
    maybe it is the time of Man
    maybe it is a season
    for me to dance carefully
    between disasters
    and try
    -not to get crushed

Maybe our lives are
    portable messes
    that we can sort through
    or store as-is
    and maybe
    neatness doesn’t count at all
    it’s how you live
    and what you give
    to each other
    and the world
    around you-

((( Feels like circa 1991 ? )))

((( I don’t know if this is one of the things Jim Wrote and typed and left with me or is it something I sat down and wrote after one of our first attempts at a writers’ workshop? )))
———djo———

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“Nothing In This Book Is True,” From “Independent Canadian News” Blog

A ‘Must Read’ I should have added before

Thursday, 24 July, 2014. (The image’s caption did not survive the copy & paste)

Book Cover

Nothing In This Book Is True, But It’s Exactly How Things Are” by Bob Frissell. Is a book with quite a title. (I think Amazon dot CA {Canada} has the kindle version for something like $8.34 Canadian$)

The first time I discovered the Radio programme “Coast to Coast A.M.” (With Art Bell in those days) Bob Frissell was being interviewed on the subject of this book. I was immediately hooked. On both the talk radio late night programme and the book. It’s been a while since I first tried to absorb and understand what was in that book…

The author explained that beings in a civilization on Mars realized their planet was in danger of being completely wiped out, they looked around and built a time machine, jumped a million years into their future and landed on Earth. They immediately tried to conquer the locals, who happened to be the inhabitants of what we now call Atlantis. The Atlantians kicked their butts, and let them live. The aliens (which may be the greys that are famously abducting people these days?) waited a while and tried to conquer the Atlantians again. The Atlantians kicked their butts a second time and sort of confined them to a reservation somewhere around what is now the Yucatan area of Mexico. When these aliens came to the conclusion that a comet was going to collide with the Earth, they went to the Atlantians and said they could take care of the comet for them. But the Atlantians told them that the Comet was God’s Will and wouldn’t endorse their plan. The aliens then tried to rebuild their time machine but got something wrong and when they tried to use it, they tore the fabric of whatever maintained the inter-dimensional integrity around here and instantaneously knocked the planet from ‘Golden Age’ status way down ‘Everybody on the planet got real stupid real fast’ status, and other dimensional creatures that should not be, don’t like it here, don’t want to be here — were released and began to mess with our peace of mind.

I came away thinking that if this was not the literal Truth of our pre-recorded History (Or history that had been recorded and then lost when idiots burned down the Great Library in Alexandria)- Then it might be sort of Poetically True, like a parable, or something the author could get away with saying because the forces of darkness and evil would have torn him apart and burned his manuscripts if he tried to tell the actual truth.

There’s a whole lot more to this book, and to the author. And I am desperate to get my hands on another copy of this and see if I can absorb and digest any more than I did last time ((Now that my ego believes I might have more wisdom and the ability to see through b.s. a little more clearly than I could twenty years ago?)) — Something like that.

I think somebody has a kindle version of the book available for some weird price like $5.88. Check it out of the Startpage https search engine. Go find the startpage search engine first.

———thanks——,

—————-Jim

Reincarnation & Past Life Regression?

(( Copied and Pasted from Radio Free Earth News ))

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July 21, 2014

Monday, July 21, 2014.  ( Sue (Née Morse) Rhonda D. and Tony S. All have birthdays today. &  My Sister Sharon’s Second Marriage’s Anniversary)

Reincarnation:

I’m listening to Coast To Coast A.M.  Richard Syrett is interviewing / talking to a past life regression therapist named Dr. Elena Gabor. I’m not perfectly happy to accept everything she is saying. She also admitted that a family member of hers became fascinated with the idea of hypnosis to reveal past lives after reading a book by Dr Bruce Goldberg. ( I’ll add a link to his sites later. ) I saw Dr Goldberg, I talked to him, I don’t believe everything he says either. But he is intriguing and so is the subject.

I’m one of those people who had to try to understand what life is all about, as a thirteen year old I cried myself to sleep quite a few times in deep despair, deeply troubled by the idea that there might not be a point to all this life stuff, there might not be a God, life might just stop when you die. But I had beliefs and attitudes, propensities and all that, which could not be explained as having come from anything that happened in this life. (I also had conversations with Rock and Roll Musicians inside their homes in England while I was asleep, that I almost dismissed as pure dream, pure fantasy, but then I saw a photograph of their house and it was exactly what I’d seen in the dream. I was also aware that the person I was talking to was not entirely comfortable with the fact that I was inside his house talking to him, and he tried to get rid of me by telling me I would really like his next album, which I didn’t like. It might have gone in weird new directions, but there was only one cut on the album I could relate to and wanted to hear again. But I should skip this bit because, unless that musician and I knew each other in a previous life or something, it isn’t exactly on topic. Any INFJ worth her salt would be screaming at me while I would be silently chanting to myself, “deliver us from INFJ’s”… )  (Please pardon the obscure reference to a love that was probably doomed from the start.)

Back on Topic.

When you “have the bug” or “the disease” that compels you to dive deeply into life’s deeper mysteries and you can’t go on without doing everything you can to uncover the truth- This intensity creates what has been called a “Magnetic Centre” You attract similar people and if you’re lucky, you recognize that they have the same affliction / disease / deeply seated interest that is driving you and when you find the guts to bring up subjects that might get you laughed out of the company of friends you value, you get to have some interesting, deep, sometimes inspiring, conversations.

This is what I’ve come to believe:

You can only prove the validity of reincarnation for yourself, to yourself. One of the most highly evolved persons I met in this life told me, “When you are evolved enough to leave your body at will, you can travel in time. You can follow yourself back in time to see who you were. You can also travel forward in time to see who you will probably be.” He also explained to somebody else who was more ‘into Yoga’ than I was at the time, basically the same thing, but he added, “When you can meditate deeply enough to see the perfect five-pointed star in the middle of your forehead, then you can travel upward, leave your body and travel anywhere you want to go, including traveling back and forth in time.” (I tried real hard to meditate like that and only saw the star once, I was amazed, a bit shocked to think it looked like the symbol used by the US Air Force, went up through it, saw myself kissing somewhere with a very clear background. saw this person from the side, she had long dark brown hair, I thought I found her a couple times, but no, Not until I was in my fifties (daw gone it) But so far, she was very much worth waiting for.) I have to say that when I reached that state of mind, it was so overpowering that I later thought I couldn’t remember what I wanted to do while I was ‘There”- if my life depended on it. Maybe if I’d been able to keep going that deep on a regular basis, I wouldn’t have been quite so overpowered and awestruck and I might have been able to go places and do things.

So, I’m an Experientialist, { If you haven’t experienced something, it doesn’t exist in your model of the world, this life or whatever. }

And part of my experientialist journey through this life time includes visiting previous lives in dreams. I’ve been to Paris (where I was an artist a couple of life times back, where my sister from this life was in love with a jerk who always had to be the centre of attention, she married him this time around, he turned out to be a complete jerk, hit her with his fists more than once and was last seen running up the street, afraid  for his life with the real love of my sister’s life hot on his heals.) India (where I was trying to get to see Emporer Krishna to tell him about somebody who was abusing power), Egypt (where I was initiated by meditating in pitch blackness at a particular spot beneath the Great Pyramid), and Atlantis ( where a sagacious masculine voice explained that I was trying to help the animal-human hybrids (( Cross breeding experiments, who had been used as slave labour )) ((( Edgar Cayce said they were referred to as the ‘Things” ))) . Several of them rebelled in a bid to gain the same rights as humans and while I was trying to bring them food and morale support, the army moved in and pushed them all over a very high cliff, and pushed me off with them. The very wise voice explained that this incident is what caused my rebellious streak, and leads me not to trust the military and authoritarian types in general. )

I’ve also dreamed about running out into the rain in pure elation on the banks of the Seine River in Paris and later saw photos that looked very much like what I dreamed.

I’ve gone to parts of this country I have never been to before and knew exactly what I would see on the other side of a mountain.

I have had my world shaken up in both positive and not so comfortable ways when meeting someone for the first time in this life and come to the conclusion that this person must have been important to me in a previous life.

I’ve also dreamed that I was being given a tour of ‘Heaven’ and I was extraordinarily disappointed because it looked way too much like this world. (( When I complained to somebody about that, I was reminded that Somebody said, “In my Father’s house, there are many mansions.” Which, my friend believed, means that there are all kinds of worlds and dimensions and levels. There may be areas of the Astral universe that look a lot like our physical universe. There are supposed to be three distinct universes, the physical, the astral and the causal. There may be something else beyond the Causal Universe, but we’re not supposed to know what that might be while we’re here. ))

Does this prove anything? Ask me when you see me “on the Other Side”. 🙂

——— d.j.o. ——