Session February 15 2014

http://claudiaretter.com/mysteries-spirit/

"No more eggs," he told her angrily. "I am sick of eggs!"
by PV

Fafnir wondered what the Good Mother had prepared for breakfast. Yesterday had been a nightmare. His log trencher had been filled with the most ghastly assemblage. The Roc egg shells were still riding like the little peoples' ships  in a sea of predigested plunder. It had been too much and he had roared. "No more eggs," he told her angrily. "I am sick of eggs!" And then his mother showed hurt and chagrin, her eyes became milky and hooded over and a few drops of sulfurous acid leaked from those really most remarkable dragon eyes. Ah well, a sensitive and dutiful son must distract a distraught mother first, and apologize afterwards. So he reminded mama of the hilarious incident they had in the past while trying to down a paté of jellyfish. So he eyed warily the poison plums in the bowl.

http://lightbox.time.com/2013/12/09/most-surprising-photos-of-2013/#1

"Never before had anyone taken such a dangerous course of action."
by RMAF

It is said when you begin physical exercise to start out slow and build your way up by adding a little more exercise to your routine every day. But not for "Porky" P.U. Pigalopus. He was determined to lose those 300 pounds he put on "with the boys" while drinking beers, eating fried chicken, breaded cheese sticks and pizza while watching sports on TV. Never before had anyone taken such a dangerous course of action. Bare footed, bare bellied, bare chested and bare headed, he made up his own challenge exercise. He hid out by the roller coaster at the Amusement Park all night long. At sunrise, when no one was looking, he scaled the Giant Zipper Dipper to the very top. Then he made a major mistake. He looked down! There on the ground he saw some workers the size of ants. They were all yelling "Come down!" He would if he could, but he couldn't - he was too afraid of heights. Then he heard his wife's voice. "Porky, come down from there, now! I'll make you your comfort food favorites - cold ice cream, hot grilled double-decker sandwiches, french fries and Coca Cola!" So he slid down faster than he went up, and everyone cheered. He thought, I'll start another exercise regimen tomorrow...




http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/radio4/posts/in_our_time_the_measurement_of

"She dug frantically through her purse for the missing ticket."
By BG

Mr. Schwartzenmuller was almost finished with this last timepiece. He had been working nonstop for the last 5 weeks completing the order. He was so pleased at making the deadline. A few more finishing touches, then he would let his apprentice, Franz, pick them up and deliver them all. He would be ready to go, then. He'd hang up his work jacket, stow away the last few tools and then duck into the little lavatory at the back of the work shop to wash up a bit. Then he would be ready. Mrs. Schwartzenmuller was on her way to the shop to pick him up. It was a special day. She had dressed carefully, making sure she would look her best. There would probably be photos taken. She'd left enough time so they would not have to rush if there were traffic delays. As she arrived, she greeted Franz. He congratulated her and went back to the let the boss know she was there. Suddenly she remembered the ticket - where was the ticket? They would not award the lottery winnings without it. She dug frantically in her purse for the missing ticket.

http://www.topdesignmag.com/incredible-photos-moments/

"Lucy saw the UFO out her bedroom window."

by CC

Lucy saw the UFO out her bedroom window. "Holy Cow," she said to herself, looking up from the table where she had been writing in her journal. Outside, the UFO sparkled in the inky depths of the night sky. It called to her. She felt a tingling in her blood, then suddenly a voice spoke in her head.  "Meet us at the top of Mt. Everest at high noon on July 24th," it commanded. Her mouth dropped open. She stood up, dazed, and crossed the room. It was impossible! She was 30 pounds overweight, had high blood pressure and worked at a retail pharmacy, making so little money that her credit cards had maxed out on necessary expenses. "DO IT," the voice shouted, echoing through her skull. She flung herself on her bed, crying. She didn't know how, but she would obey the UFO's commands. So it came to pass that 6 months later Lucy was walking along a precipice on the way to summiting Mt. Everest with 2 Sherpa guides. She had applied for 6 more credit cards and maxed them all out buying climbing gear, plane tickets, hiring guides and paying for her food and rent, because she quit her job to begin intensively working out in order to get fit enough for the climb. Now, at the top of Everest, her gamble paid off. The UFO appeared then dipped down low, and extended a small ladder. She climbed up and into the craft, and they sped off towards the Pleiades. Her guides headed back to camp, grumbling. They would take the rap for this. They'd have to make up some story about her falling.

Session February 1 2014



http://www.commoncraft.com/china-week-strange-translations

“Less is more, she told him with a smirk.”

By AD

“Help protect the cultural relics, help protect the railings,” Azula read on the sign in bold red lettering. A smug look crossed her face; she was lost in thought. “Why do people try so hard to protect this?” Azula was a member of a group of atheist assassins and terrorists, whose goal was to kill all religious leaders and destroy sacred buildings. Though it wasn’t known, it was their leader who was behind the assassination of Gandhi. Their goal today was to destroy a Buddhist temple. She climbed over the gate with her partner and set out for the Buddhist sacred shrine. She gazed at is as they approached. It was a statue of the stereotypical Buddha: A fat, happy, bald man with tranquil eyes and a joyful, wan smile. The statue was made of silver and adorned with gems. On his belly was a swastika – not the one used by Hitler, but the true one – Swa Asta Ca, ones with life and soul. She wondered what the words meant. As she gazed at the figure in its splendor something in her changed. She wanted serenity, she wanted peace, and she wanted forgiveness. Her partner was trying to loosen the statue so they could topple it. “Less is more,” she told him with a smirk, and plunged a blade in his back. She dragged his body away from the holy figure and cast it away. Twelve months passed. She was now a Hindu, a Christian, a Muslim, cleansed of her past sins for the first time in her life. She was happy. Then she died in a car accident. Later, her brother was happy to greet her as she walked through the golden gates.




http://ankaberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/himalaya-reloaded-2011-15th-day-phortse.html

“They were both unwell but didn’t want to admit it.”
By RC

It had been a very long, hard trek. They had not fully conceived on starting out the level of difficulty involved, and now it was beginning to tell. Besides all the other natural difficulties of getting themselves and three mules down the steep, winding grades of the gorge, they had this additional problem: They were both unwell, but did not want to admit it. Peter had begun this trip with a mild head cold – one that he could easily ignore. Joe had awakened that day with a headache. Not your garden variety headache, but a real whanger. He felt that someone had been beating him with a cane while he slept. But he was not about to admit defeat and put off his trip with Peter. They had planned too well and had made too many sacrifices to stop now. They were going to get to the mine, and they were going to dig out the gold that he knew was there, and they were going to strike it rich – or die trying. And that was that. So on they went, cursing the mules each time they balked at a particularly difficult turn. Perhaps that is why they didn’t notice the slight, oh-so-slight gap in the trail where some of the rocks and soil had fallen down the slope. Joe was riding on the lead mule while Peter brought up the rear, and he could not understand why the dumb animal would not continue. It was not the mule which put its foot down in the spot where the ground had slipped away, but Joe. Yet his hold on the reins of the mule assured the fatal accident which meant that he would never see the gold he so longed for, and had invested everything to acquire.



http://photoblog.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/06/11/12163199-help-sought-to-solve-civil-war-photo-mystery?lite

“No more wine, he told himself. He would stick with whiskey.
by PV

Theodore Moreston opened the miniature with shaking white-gloved hands. Even before he did so he had a bittersweet foreboding. Clicked open, it revealed a picture of his great  grandmother, Eloise, when she was 6 years of age during the Civil War. He knew this – he knew with a gut-wrenching intensity. His dream last night, before sorting through his grandmother’s estate, had led him here. He even remembered the sounds of Sherman’s assault on Atlanta shortly after. The screaming outside had rattled through the studio windows as the photographer  dutifully bundled up the plates to be developed later. His grandmother had said it was chaotic. No more wine, he told himself. He would stick with whiskey.



http://designyoutrust.com/inspirations/friday-photography-inspiration-53-machoarts/

“Skeptical by nature, he kicked it, sure it was a fake.”

By CC

Ted learned to walk when he was a tadpole. Other frogs tittered when he tottered by, but he didn’t care. They said, behind his back, that his grandmother had human blood – which was a terrible insult – but Ted was oblivious. He just walked on, striding over lily pads, tripping across the tops of logs, mincing over mudflats. One day when he was much older, he set out across a wide field where cows had been grazing. He came upon a large mound on the grass. What could this be? He heard a cow moo. But – this couldn’t be that? Could it? Skeptical by nature, he kicked it, sure it was a fake. Bam! His foot sunk in. Hey, it was warm! But it was disgusting too. He hopped down and headed back to the pond, shaking his foot and dragging it over the grass as he went. What a day. Too bad nobody would believe him.



http://www.fws.gov/refuges/refugeupdate/julaug_2012/Q&A.html

“I have a terrible earache, she told the doctor.”

By TT

The birds landed on the backyard and looked at him as though they expected something from him. He went out from the screen porch. The door banged behind him. He expected the sound of the banging door to fluster or displease them. It did not. He walked carefully through them trying not to step on them. They were picking at feathers and waddling around quietly. They looked at him as if he were their leader or a zookeeper. Where did they come from? Why didn’t they fly off? Finally he sat down on a rock among them and smiled for the camera.  His daughter had set up the camera to photograph them with her father. She wanted to send the photo to the newspapers and also to find out what kind of birds they were. But yesterday she said, “I have a terrible earache, I told the doctor.” The noise of the squawking birds bothered her, he supposed. It didn’t bother him. He was deaf. And all the bird guano was going to be great for his garden, so he didn’t mind.



http://listverse.com/2013

“He hadn’t felt well since they ate dinner the night before.”

By LD

Suddenly feeling as though there was a transition taking place, the peacefulness of the land begins to become the most important value of experience. A deep desire to breathe and lift his arms upwards in a gentle formation was a sensation that allowed him to deal with his rapidly changing body alignment. Although he hadn’t felt well since they ate dinner the night before, he was pleased with his decision to go out to the desert to experience this Extraterrestrial event.