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Life

Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about.   Rollo May

Rollo Reese May (April 21, 1909 – October 22, 1994) was an American existential psychologist and author of the influential book Love and Will (1969). He is often associated with humanistic psychology, existentialist philosophy and, alongside Viktor Frankl, was a major proponent of existential psychotherapy. The philosopher and theologian Paul Tillich was a close friend who had a significant influence on his work.

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XIV

14th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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Webb and Bridger stood on the far side of the massive table looking across it and at the amazing vista out the window.  The snow covering the black rocks made the scene outside both harsh and intimidating.   Neither man appreciated the beauty of it but it did give them both dark thoughts of pain and intimidation.

Webb spoke first.  “You were a fool for going after the book.”

Bridger continued to stare straight ahead but spoke just loud for Webb to hear him. “Your vaulted Dragon magic was no match for the old lady.”  Then he gave a small chuckle.

“Well at least I am still a Dragon, you lost all your charms, have you found any pants that fit yet?”

With that Bridger lost his temper and pulled out the knife that all members carried and turned towards Webb who took two steps away from his colleague.

“Enough.” The booming voice came thru the double doors that had opened.  Webb could feel the magical energy proceeding the man that was coming into the room.

Webb and Bridger immediately returned to their previous positions in the room, Bridger placing the knife back into his sheath.  They immediately lowered their heads so they were staring at their shoes.

“You two have proven that you are utterly useless.”  The strong male voice stated as he entered the room.

Neither man spoke and both fought the urge to disagree as was their nature, a nature they had cultivated their entire lives.  They had both worked at being manipulative, controlling and to never back down when directly challenged at least not in things that mattered.  But here with him they forced down their desire to fight back and disagree, they had both heard stories about disagreements with him and the consequences.

“Webb.”

“My Master.”

“She is an old woman.” The voice stated.

“Yes she is Master.”

“Yes she is Master.”  The voice came back is a whiny teasing voice.  “And you, what are you about four inches taller than when you left?”

“Only three now Master.”

A fist pounded on the table.  “Only three inches taller than when you started the mission I gave you.  I other words you have lost all you charms, no magical ability that you have had for what is it five years.”

“Yes Master.”

Webb woke slowly as he looked up at the titles of the ceiling.  He looked towards his left and saw the burn spot on the wall three inches away, then Webb looked towards the table and saw Bridger’s boots that were still upright but now were empty except for a bit of blood that was running down the sides of them. It was then that the smell hit him, the very distinct odor of burnt human flesh.  Webb simply shook his head glad that it had not been him.  Webb looked up at the table and he saw it, a small statue.  Webb smiled, he was given a new assignment.

Meredith woke as the plane began its descent in St. Petersburg.  It had been three days since her mother had landed in St. Petersburg on the ferry and with any luck she would be able to find her in a hotel or sightseeing.  Meredith was a little bothered by the fact that her credit cards had not been used lately but her mother always carried a lot of cash on her so maybe she was using that to get around.

Meredith made her way down to retrieve her luggage and then stood in line to go thru customs.  She had been thru customs many times but this line was slower than any other she had been in before.  After fifteen minutes standing there after turning in her passport the customs official came back from what Meredith assumed was a coffee break as he was holding a steaming up and a pastry of some sort.  Meredith tried not to show her annoyance but she was unsure if she did a good job.  It did not matter if she showed her annoyance as the official seemed to not care one way or another.

Gathering up her passport and carry on bag she wheeled her luggage away from the customs desk and out towards the doors she saw her name on a large white board.  Meredith looked around unsure if the sign was for her.  Meredith approached the man holding the sign ‘Wallace’.   “Are you looking for me?”  She said to the man holding the sign.

“Meredith Wallace.”  The man said lowering his sign in his and reaching out his hand. “I was sent by the consulate to assist you.”

Meredith looked at him quizzically.  “But you are British?”

“Oh I am part of a task force that helps people in need, my American colleague is a little busy tonight and I am doing her a favor.”

“Oh I see.”

“Terribly sorry I forgot to introduce myself I am Basil Copley Webb.”

 

 

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Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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Fencing

The studio thought I was crazy to perform all of my own fencing stunts, but I loved it.    Maureen O’Hara

Maureen O’Hara (born Maureen FitzSimons; 17 August 1920 – 24 October 2015) was an Irish-born American actress and singer. The famously red-headed O’Hara was known for her beauty and playing fiercely passionate but sensible heroines, often in westerns and adventure films. She worked on numerous occasions with director John Ford and longtime friend John Wayne, and was one of the last surviving stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

Not a great quote, but I really like Maureen O’Hara, and the thought of her fencing makes me smile.

 

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Imagination

German born mathematical atomic physicist Albert Einstein (1879 – 1955). (Photo by Topical Press Agency/Getty Images)

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”  Albert Einstein 

Albert Einstein (14 March 1879 – 18 April 1955) was a German-born theoretical physicist. He developed the theory of relativity, one of the two pillars of modern physics (alongside quantum mechanics). Einstein’s work is also known for its influence on the philosophy of science. Einstein is best known in popular culture for his mass–energy equivalence formula E = mc2 (which has been dubbed “the world’s most famous equation”). He received the 1921 Nobel Prize in Physics “for his services to theoretical physics, and especially for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect“, a pivotal step in the evolution of quantum theory.

Did a bit of research and this is a verified Albert Einstein quote, said in a interview for the Saturday Evening Post. 

 

 

 

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Tending the Stone for the Lock XIII

13th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)

 

Brodie stared at the two of them.  The High Pilgrim and Mrs. Emily were acting as though what had just happened to him was normal.  Brodie stood looking at the two of them and neither of them looked upset or for that matter even bothered that much.

“How do you like you pancakes, silver dollar or full sized?”  Mrs. Emily asked beginning to walk towards the RV.

Brodie stared at her back and then crumpled down to his knees on the old dirty concrete floor of the airplane hangar.  Brodie then began to cry.  The High Pilgrim heard him and turned back he was the first one to reach him but Mrs. Emily was the first to say something as soon as she close to him.  “We will make arrangements for you to go home.”

Brodie looked at her with tears streaming down his face.  “I can’t handle this,”  he said motioning to the strange environment. “people want to hurt me all for something I don’t understand.”   Brodie took a deep gasping breath and felt Mrs. Emily hand on his shoulder.

“That is okay Brodie, I guess it was unfair of me to drag you along without your consent.”  Mrs. Emily said apologetically.  “By this time tomorrow you will be on a plane for sunny California.”

“Really?”  Brodie said looking at her hopefully.

“Yes really.”  Mrs. Emily said smiling.  “Now get off the floor your pants are getting dirty and my pancakes are getting cold.”

Brodie helped Mrs. Emily up the stair and they sat and had breakfast while they were sitting down he heard the High Pilgrim on what he guessed was a satellite phone talking to someone in low tones.

Brodie had just finished a second stack of pancakes and he was trying to tell Dante with hand motions that he did not want anymore when the High Pilgrim interrupted and placed hand on Brodie’s shoulder.  “Mr. Quint  I have a monk coming to pick you up at one o’clock today, he will drive you to Moscow where he will put you on a plane.”

“Thank you.”  Brodie said looking up into the old man’s deep brown eyes.  “I am sorry I cannot help you any longer.”

The High Pilgrim smiled.  “We all do as much as we can with what we have, your path diverges from ours at this point, just continue to do good in the world.”

Brodie simply said. “Okay.”

The High Pilgrim turned to Mrs. Emily who was sipping a mug of tea.  “The plane is on time and will be here at noon.”

“You guys are flying.”

Mrs. Emily smiled mischievously. “Of course my silly boy we are at an airport.”

Brodie nodded. “Where are you going?”

The two older people looked at each other and they shook their heads, and Mrs. Emily spoke.  “While you will be safe after we leave it would still be safer if you did not know where we are going.”

Brodie nodded.  Dante started to clean up the plates and Brodie started to help him clean up the dishes then volunteered to wash the dishes.  A half an hour later Mrs. Emily called him outside.  Dante was sitting behind the wheel of an old Soviet era military vehicle and the High Pilgrim was already in the passenger seat.

“Could you help me get in the vehicle we have to take a little drive.”  Brodie helped her into the back seat of the open topped vehicle, he was about to come around to the other side and Mrs. Emily held up her hand.  “You do not need to go.”

Brodie looked around the big hangar.  “I do not want to be here alone.”

Mrs. Emily smiled.  “Fair enough.”

Dante drove them out of the hangar and down a side road away from the airfield.  They had driven for only a few minutes and they came upon Hans who was standing at the top of hill with a pair of binoculars.  He simply pointed down the road and climbed in the rear of the vehicle.

They drove down the hill and came to wide spot in the road where a black sedan was parked.  Hans jumped down promptly and approached the car slowly looking around cautiously when he got a good look inside the vehicle he nodded and motioned for the others to approach.  Hans  then walked around to the front of the car and shook his head while looking down at the ground.  Helping Mrs. Emily out of the vehicle he escorted her to the driver’s side of the vehicle.  Mrs. Emily opened the car door and reached in and retrieved her large wooden book.

“What is going on?”  Brodie said confused.

Emily motioned for Brodie to hold out his hands flat which he did, them Mrs. Emily laid the wooden book on his hands.  Mrs. Emily then moved some of the latches and slides on the book, Brodie watched carefully and could tell she was locking the book back up.  Once the book was closed tightly she took motioned for him to carry it.   “Follow me, I want you to see something.”

The old lady walked carefully to the front of the vehicle and Brodie saw what Hans was shaking his head at.  The man, Bridger was laying on the ground.  Brodie thought he was dead but then saw his chest move in a slow rhythmic breathing.  Brodie realized the man was different somehow.

“You see the book has certain protections on it.”  Mrs. Brodie said and motioned with her cane.  “When Mr. Bridger tried to open it without the proper consent of the High Pilgrim, something I have had for years, there was a backlash of energy, and Mr. Bridger’s charms, in his case the ability to use a set of astral hands backfired on him.”

“He said he gave up three inches so he could do that.”  Brodie said shocked. Looking down at Bridger the man looked at least a foot taller then when he had seen him.  The man’s pants no longer fit and his black t-shirt looked several sizes too small. “He has grown.”

“Yes for every year he gave up his true nature and used the dark energy to do things.”  Mrs. Emily said flatly.  “His true nature came back even stronger than ever.”

“Will he be alright?”  Brodie asked as he watched Hans and Dante pick up the prone figure and place him gently in the back seat of the sedan.

“Oh yes, he is sort of stunned right now, and in a year or two he will return to his original height before he started using the charm to give him the extra abilities.”  Mrs. Emily answered.

They walked back to their vehicle to the High Pilgrim who had not moved from his seat.

“You owe me a dollar.”  Mrs. Emily said holding out her hand.

“It was only a mile and four tenths.”  The High Pilgrim said.

“We always play by The Price is Right rules, the person who is closet without going over wins.”  Mrs. Emily said in a firm voice. “Are you going to pay up or what John.”

The High Pilgrim felt around in his robes.  “I must have left my wallet in my other robes.”

“You have a vow of parsimony John, you don’t have any other robes.”  Mrs. Emily said, then waved him off dismissively.  “Brodie would you help me get back into this silly vehicle.”

One the way back to the airplane hangar Brodie leaned over to her.  “How did you know Bridger would open the book?”

Mrs. Emily patted his hands motherly.  “Human nature is very curious, and to someone who works for the Opposition their base nature is what the obey the most, so his nature inclination was to look inside even though good sense would tell him it was protected.”

Brodie thought about it.  “So you were betting with the High Pilgrim how long before his human nature let him live with the book unopened.”

“Exactly.”  Mrs. Emily said.

They arrived back at the hangar and Mrs. Emily had Brodie help her pack and Brodie got out a piece of paper and wrote down her pill schedule and ensured that the High Pilgrim and Dante understood the importance of reminding her to take her pills.  This was harder with Dante as his English was limited to ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘okay’ with accompanying hand gestures for the last one.  Brodie was not happy about leaving but he thought if he did not leave now he was going to lose him mind and maybe even get hurt.  He still ached a little from where Bridger had punched him in the stomach with his ‘extra’ hand.

“Are you packed up?”  The High Pilgrim asked as he walked to where Brodie was standing next to the old military truck.  Brodie was about to answer when a droning interrupted them and off in the distance a large cargo plane had just landed on the runway.  “What time is it?”

Brodie looked at his watch. “It is noon.”

The top monk smiled.  “Finally she is on time for once.”

“She?”  Brodie said surprised.

The High Pilgrim nodded.  “Yes Ms. Mary Mulan she has a terrible problem with tardiness.”

“You have female monks in your order who are also pilots.”

The High Pilgrim chuckled. “Mary a monk, hardly but she is a friend of the order and reliable,”  the monk paused  “at least reliable to the day if not the hour.”

The large plane taxied towards them and Brodie could see it was a dual prop plane painted mostly white with one gray wing and the other black. Brodie immediate was glad he was not getting onto the irregular plane.

The plane pulled up to the hangar and did a neat little turn facing away from them its engines winding down before the propellers stopped turning the rear ramp was dropping and a figure was running towards them.

“We got company coming in people you need to get on the plane now.”

Brodie looked around shocked and the High Pilgrim shrugged.  Meanwhile the figure was still running towards them.  Brodie could see it was a short girl in a brown jumpsuit that might have been too big for her if she had not cut the pant legs off as it was the cuffs were very ragged.

“High Pilgrim there is a very nasty looking convoy coming down the road, they are loaded for bear and they will be here in about ten minutes.”

The High Pilgrim simply nodded.  “Are you still working as a crew chief for Ms. Mulan Holly?”

“Obviously sir.  Now then can you please get on the plane.”

By now Mrs. Emily had joined them. “How many vehicles?”

“Fifteen and they have crew mounted weapons on half the vehicles.”  Holly answered.

Mrs. Emily turned to Brodie.  “I do not think you will be able to leave us currently.”

Brodie looked around.  “Maybe I could hide until the monk comes to take me to Moscow.”

“Not advisable my son if they found you they would most likely take out their aggression on you.”  The High Pilgrim answered.

“You have got to come with us now for you own safety.”  Mrs. Emily stated firmly.

“But I thought you said if I continue with you the only way out is thru, where are you going next?”

Mrs. Emily was already walking steadily towards the plane and called back over her shoulder.  “Mongolia.”

Brodie stood there in silence.  When he looked up Holly the girl in the ragged brown jump suit was looking at him.  “Well string bean are you coming or not?”  She looked down at her watch.  “We got eight minutes to get up to speed and get off the ground before the men with machine guns show up.”

“Machine guns?”

“Yeah machine guns dum dum.  Vehicle mounted air cooled automatic weapons that shoot a lot of bullets in a short time.” She shook her head and then grabbed his suitcase out of the back of the truck and started running for the plane.

Brodie though about it for few seconds and then started running after her.  “Wait for me.”

 

 

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

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Wanted

Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.    Dwight D. Eisenhower

Dwight DavidIkeEisenhower (October 14, 1890 – March 28, 1969) was an American politician and soldier who served as the 34th President of the United States from 1953 until 1961. He was a five-star general in the United States Army during World War II and served as Supreme Commander of the Allied Expeditionary Forces in Europe. He was responsible for planning and supervising the invasion of North Africa in Operation Torch in 1942–43 and the successful invasion of France and Germany in 1944–45 from the Western Front. In 1951, he became the first Supreme Commander of NATO.

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Humor

 

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Humor is just another defense against the universe.   Mel Brooks

Melvin Brooks (Kaminsky, born June 28, 1926) is an American actor, comedian, filmmaker, composer and songwriter.

He is known as a creator of broad film farces and comic parodies. Brooks began his career as a comic and a writer for the early TV variety show Your Show of Shows. He became well known as part of the comedy duo with Carl Reiner in the comedy skit The 2000 Year Old Man. He also created, with Buck Henry, the hit television comedy series Get Smart, which ran from 1965 to 1970.

In middle age, Brooks became one of the most successful film directors of the 1970s, with many of his films being among the top 10 moneymakers of the year they were released. His best-known films include The Producers, The Twelve Chairs, Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, Silent Movie, High Anxiety, History of the World, Part I, Spaceballs and Robin Hood: Men in Tights. A musical adaptation of his first film, The Producers, ran on Broadway from 2001 to 2007.

In 2001, having previously won an Emmy, a Grammy and an Oscar, he joined a small list of EGOT winners with his Tony award for The Producers. He received a Kennedy Center Honor in 2009, the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2010, the 41st AFI Life Achievement Award in June 2013, a British Film Institute Fellowship in March 2015, a National Medal of Arts in September 2016, and a BAFTA Fellowship in February 2017. Three of his films ranked in the American Film Institute‘s list of the top 100 comedy films of the past 100 years (1900–2000), all of which ranked in the top 20 of the list: Blazing Saddles at number 6, The Producers at number 11, and Young Frankenstein at number 13.

Brooks was married to Oscar-winning actress Anne Bancroft from 1964 until her death in 2005.

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