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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • February 9, 2012 10:28 pm
            It was late summer and I was looking at the night sky. The brightest star in the sky seemed to be changing in color, from white to red. As I watched a dog began to form around it, the twinkling star was its eye. The dog then turned and looked right at me. I instinctively stepped backwards but stumbled and fell. The dog grew larger and leapt towards me. I cowered, bracing myself for the attack, but nothing happened.  I opened my eyes and looked around. I no longer saw the dog but I could sense something in front of me. It had a presence. “Who are you,” I whispered. The presence thinned a bit and I could see into it.  It was a massive moving energetic pattern that spread out as far as I could see.  Spirals of energy that formed patterns, then chaos, and then patterns again. When I stepped forward to touch it, it wrapped itself around me, and I became the human you see here in this jail cell.

            It was late summer and I was looking at the night sky. The brightest star in the sky seemed to be changing in color, from white to red. As I watched a dog began to form around it, the twinkling star was its eye. The dog then turned and looked right at me. I instinctively stepped backwards but stumbled and fell. The dog grew larger and leapt towards me. I cowered, bracing myself for the attack, but nothing happened.

             I opened my eyes and looked around. I no longer saw the dog but I could sense something in front of me. It had a presence. “Who are you,” I whispered. The presence thinned a bit and I could see into it.  It was a massive moving energetic pattern that spread out as far as I could see.  Spirals of energy that formed patterns, then chaos, and then patterns again. When I stepped forward to touch it, it wrapped itself around me, and I became the human you see here in this jail cell.

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