Difference between revisions of "The Snows Of Disbelief The Fiction Of Our Times"
m |
m |
||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
− | + | <br /><br />Downstairs in the lobby my spirits picked up a little. This hotel was so nicely decorated--old western antiques everywhere. I was getting that "Nevada" feeling. It's a wonderful feeling that you don't really get in Las Vegas. These small towns, and even Reno, have a wonderful flavor all their own. You feel a part of their culture and a part of their history. It was a nice feeling of belonging. I was glad we were here. It felt safe and familiar.<br /><br />We may not have snow deep enough for the downhill moguls, but we have some gravel roads off the interstate with deep ruts where pickup trucks have been reported missing. It's not one of the most popular events, but those who have participated in it claim it will knock a kidney stone clear out of your body!<br /><br />There are some psychics who will try to tell you that this is not true. They are either totally convinced that what they predict will absolutely come true no matter what or they want us to believe that this is the case in spite of their level of conviction.<br /><br /><br />in so tay /uploads/2013/05/paalutusIMG_6452.jpg" width="350" align="left" /><br /><br />I arrived back home and a couple of hours later we had another bad storm with lots of wind, thunder and lightning. We have a garage on our property and after the storm had passed we noticed that the storm had knocked the drain pipes off the east side of our garage along with 4 big pieces of siding. I'm not sure yet how much that will cost to be replaced, but I'm definitely not looking forward to it. This storm also destroyed two of my favorite Azalea's that I had planted a couple of years ago. Limbs are still scattered all over my yard.<br /><br />Ever since that night in 1984, I have done channeling in a variety of ways. I've done automatic writing with either pen and paper or computer screen and keyboard. I have allowed spirits and angels to talk through me as I often can hear the word a split second before it appears on paper.<br /><br />The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.<br /><br />Be careful with loud radios and music. Once I had music playing loudly and I did not hear emergency vehicles around me. I could have collided with one of them. From that time on, I always kept my music to a moderate level.<br /><br />Goldfield had zero accommodations which meant we'd have to retrace our journey from Tonopah. There was a Ramada there on this side of town. Still, it was 26 miles. Again. It was the longest 26 miles of the trip--in the wrong direction. Disheartened and beat we drove silently to Tonopah. I watched the odometer countdown the miles. We were almost there. |
Revision as of 07:35, 14 February 2020
Downstairs in the lobby my spirits picked up a little. This hotel was so nicely decorated--old western antiques everywhere. I was getting that "Nevada" feeling. It's a wonderful feeling that you don't really get in Las Vegas. These small towns, and even Reno, have a wonderful flavor all their own. You feel a part of their culture and a part of their history. It was a nice feeling of belonging. I was glad we were here. It felt safe and familiar.
We may not have snow deep enough for the downhill moguls, but we have some gravel roads off the interstate with deep ruts where pickup trucks have been reported missing. It's not one of the most popular events, but those who have participated in it claim it will knock a kidney stone clear out of your body!
There are some psychics who will try to tell you that this is not true. They are either totally convinced that what they predict will absolutely come true no matter what or they want us to believe that this is the case in spite of their level of conviction.
in so tay /uploads/2013/05/paalutusIMG_6452.jpg" width="350" align="left" />
I arrived back home and a couple of hours later we had another bad storm with lots of wind, thunder and lightning. We have a garage on our property and after the storm had passed we noticed that the storm had knocked the drain pipes off the east side of our garage along with 4 big pieces of siding. I'm not sure yet how much that will cost to be replaced, but I'm definitely not looking forward to it. This storm also destroyed two of my favorite Azalea's that I had planted a couple of years ago. Limbs are still scattered all over my yard.
Ever since that night in 1984, I have done channeling in a variety of ways. I've done automatic writing with either pen and paper or computer screen and keyboard. I have allowed spirits and angels to talk through me as I often can hear the word a split second before it appears on paper.
The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.
Be careful with loud radios and music. Once I had music playing loudly and I did not hear emergency vehicles around me. I could have collided with one of them. From that time on, I always kept my music to a moderate level.
Goldfield had zero accommodations which meant we'd have to retrace our journey from Tonopah. There was a Ramada there on this side of town. Still, it was 26 miles. Again. It was the longest 26 miles of the trip--in the wrong direction. Disheartened and beat we drove silently to Tonopah. I watched the odometer countdown the miles. We were almost there.