The lights

When I left and moved out of the house in Oildale, I was full of supernatural hocus pocus. I didn't want to see it, hear about it, taste it, or anything else. I was in desperate need of a break from anything that didn't have an explanation.

So just a few days after we had moved into our new apartment, my lovely wife came to me with a very strange event. She had seen lights.

These lights were about the size of flashlight bulbs, probably 15 or 20 of them, just floating, suspended in mid air. They had a bit of a fog or a haze around them and were probably about 4 feet across and tall, almost round in their arrangement. They weren't up against the wall but a couple of feet from it, actually about a 90 degree angle to the wall, almost blocking her path to the living room. They were slowly moving up and down in unison, floating in the hallway.

I told her I didn't care, I couldn't handle it right then. I was sorry, but my brain was fried with these sort of things. A month later I came to her with what I thought was a plausible explanation, at least in my eyes. A month later I was thinking about the lights again, and realized that my explanation made no sense at all. I told her they were head lights from a car in the parking lot. But they weren't superimposed on the wall, they were separate of the wall, they were a group of small lights, not two huge beams of light. They were, uhm, lacking explanation. It only took me about 6 months to finally accept that fact. Luckily she only saw the lights the one time and I never saw them at all, at least not in the hallway.

Cactus Jack ...

"Cactus Jack
by: avatarmundi (48/M/U.S.A.)
07/14/03 10:57 am
Msg: 1241 of 1243

The state of the human collective consciousness manifests itself
everyday in our world as our wars, diseases, personal and
collective tragedies, noble aspirations and achievements,
simple kindnesses, play, work and efforts towards peace.

For a while CJ stood with us shoulder to shoulder and did more
than his share of heavy lifting in the 'great work' of which we are
all a part. His work, his influence transcends the existence of
his messages on these boards. The environment for the
human spirit has been improved by his contributions... he helped
pave the way(in consciousness) for others to find more freedom
from the tyranny of fear.

That Freedom is his legacy.

Each of us will eventually walk that path and leave any undone
work to younger, stronger and hopefully wiser hands."

Image from Photoflavor

I didn't get to know Cactus Jack nearly as well as I would have liked. I didn't agree with every thing he said or posted. But, he was a very caring, highly intelligent human being which made a great impact on me and countless others within the short time I knew him. I haven't thought about him in a while and thought this might work as an introduction to allow you to get a feel for this kind gentle individual who is still sorely missed.

He was a brother to me.

Beamer

Another poem from Word wrangler ...

In rememberance of a grand man
by: wordwrangler_99 (33/M/Crooked River Ranch, Oreg) 10/29/01 12:10 am
Msg: 11 of 171

It was about this time 3 yrs. ago my grandfather passed away, I wrote this as a way of then dealing with the loss. I re-post it now as he has been on my mind of late.

For Grandpa

Why he had to suffer so
I?ll never understand
In all my days upon the earth
I?ve met no greater man
He gave freely of himself
Yet asked for no return
Held firmly to his beliefs
Never did he spurn
He lavished love onto his kids
And even more than that
Was never too pre-occupied
To sit and have a chat
He was a doting husband
To his loving wife
And all the folks in his small town
Knew him upon sight
He had that special twinkle
That sparkled in his eye
Please dear Lord, tell me
Why grandpa had to die
His body first betrayed him
His legs just wouldn?t work
An active man his whole life
Yet now he had to shirk
Lou Gherig?s they called it
But hell is what it was
A long and slow decaying
As faculties turned to fuzz
I watched this man of vigor
As his body did unwind
Struggle for his dignity
For it doesn?t affect the mind
He watched and smiled bravely
As his body fell apart
But no power on God?s green earth
Could take my grandpa?s heart
Soon he couldn?t lift his arms
Then he couldn?t lift his head
We had to roll him on his side
And take him out of bed
But even near the end
When he could no longer eat
The spark remained in his eyes
He?d not admit defeat
Then that final fateful day
His lungs refused to breathe
And the greatest man I ever knew
Went to heaven I believe

-WW