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Monday, August 22, 2016

Smells and Radio

My life is so boring riding over to Burger King for lunch getting some chicken nuggets and an ice tea with my dog is pert-nert the highlight of my day. Wow huh? Actually it is quite refreshing, the wind blowing through our hair, just feels natural to me and my Yorkie. Today as we we're headed to my car a rabbit was in the front yard. Rambo seen it, ah all I thought never get him into the car as he raced after that wabbit! No matter how cute he is, nor the size he is a dog after all. Well the race is on, Rambo was doing pretty good until the wabbit made one of them running back moves. I hollered to him and sure enough he knew better than to chase that wabbit, his heart was set on a ride with the breeze blowing through his hair. He applies his brakes and runs to the car, jumps in ready to ride. Dogs are born to hold their head out the window and ride, ride, ride. I have a jumper seat for him so he can see out, remember now he weighs in at the fighting weight of  3 and 1/2 pounds that's why I nicknamed him Rambo, his real name is Tigger.

On the way to lunch a smell got my attention, I go the same way every day but never noticed this smell before. As soon as that scent hit me I thought of the old library I use to visit when I was young. I spent a lot of time there doing schoolwork, books to read and such. This library was very old with wooden floors and the smell of books was everywhere. That smell briefly sent thoughts through my mind. No where else have I experienced that except the old downtown library, which by the way was torn down and replaced over years ago.

My question is? Did My mind cause that smell or did I actually smell that while riding around?

Our minds can play many tricks on us of that I'm sure. I have experienced this most unusual, weird whatever for probably twenty years. I will wake up in the middle of the night and hear what I have identified as a radio being played so low I cannot understand the words. With that being said I have caught a song lyric, once the call letters of the station and once a couple words being said.  I know I'm nuts but I swear this is true! I make light of the fact that I'm hard hearing and if I  wasn't possibly I would understand more. hahaha

I have read where this has happened to other people and it was believed to be fillings in their teeth. I've also read where some people are super sensitive to electric, micro wave signals and such.

I bring this radio thing up only because of the smell I described earlier. I do believe our mind is far more active than we allow it to be. If only we could tap into it more.

I believe famous thinkers have been able to tap into some kind of cosmic intelligence or whatever you wish to call it. I believe Nikola Tesla said he got his ideas in his dreams.

YOU KNOW STRANGE THINGS DO HAPPEN IN OUR LIFE. MY IMAGINATION WHICH KEPT ME GOING HAS DRASTICALLY BEEN CURTAILED. I DO MISS IT BECAUSE THE STORIES I WROTE EARLY ON CAME OUT OF IT. SEEMS A PART OF ME HAS DIED AFTER MY ORDEAL A COUPLE YEARS AGO. MY IMAGINATION WAS WHY I STARTED WRITING AT THIS AGE.

I CURRENTLY HAVE AN INTEREST IN POLITICS, I REALLY WISH I DID NOT! POLITICS IS EASY EXPLAINED PER MY INSIGHT, ITS ALL GREED, POWER, MANIPULATION, USING US COMMON PEOPLE AS SLAVES. THAT GOES BACK THROUGH HISTORY, ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY.

I WOULD RATHER HAVE MY IMAGINATION BACK QUITE FRANKLY AS I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THE STORIES THAT I ONCE WROTE.

BETTER ALIVE AND WATCHING POLITICS THAN DEAD AND NO IMAGINATION HEAH?

2 comments:

  1. A couple of years ago I was up in South Carolina at the house that my mother in law lived in for 50 years. One of my favorite rooms there was always her kitchen because she loved to cook and she used to make this caramel cake that I really loved. I remember going over there while she would be baking and the smells were so delicious. Anyway, she passed away several years ago and the house was passed on to us and I was up there getting it ready to be sold. Everything had been moved out so I was sitting on a chair in the kitchen and I closed my eyes and started remembering all the good times there, and suddenly I smelled that cake cooking. It was so real I almost expected to see her standing there at the stove when I opened my eyes. It lingered for a bit and then was gone. Some things are unexplainable, but that does not make them less real in my opinion.

    Keep writing Glen. Maybe that imagination will come back to you. If it doesn't, I still enjoy just reading your thoughts on whatever subject your write about

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  2. I love those kind of things, nice thought thanks C.

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