You Shoulda Been Here Yesterday

During all of the years I lived in Houston I went fishing in various spots in Galveston Bay. More times than I can possibly remember.

I was shown some of the very best places to catch fish, where the good reefs were, how deep they were, and how to rig my line for specific fish that might be biting.

Among others I fished at Deep Reef, Carancahua Reef, Offatts Bayou, and the Texas City Dike.

I fished mostly out of a boat, but occasionally from the bank, and once or twice I tried wade fishing.

I tried live bait, dead bait, cut bait, and once even tried artificial bait.

Yet, in spite of all the different places and things I tried, I consistently ended the day with a nasty sunburn and…no fish. And almost without fail, when I returned to the bait camp with out any fish, someone would say, “You shoulda been here yesterday. There were so many fish they were practically jumping in the boat.”

Heavenly Sounds

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It may not make a lot of sense but it is a thing that happens often. You hear something but there is nothing evident that could make any sound. At least not in the narrow viewpoint that most of us have been brought up to embrace in this physical world.

There are many varied sounds in the realms of the supernatural. Sometimes the Music of the Spheres comes through. The depth and beauty of it is beyond description but if you ever hear it you’ll never forget the experience. Kind of a heavenly symphony from God.

At other times, a single sound may only be evident. The note of a flute. The gentle ringing of a bell, or sometimes, many bells. The roaring of waves breaking on a beach. A gentle breeze blowing through the trees or sometimes heavy, howling wind. Even the rumble of thunder may be heard at times. In many instances, if a person is in contemplation, the sound heard can give a clue as to what plane or realm is being visited. Your angel can supply that information if you ask. As you become more sensitive you may find that you occasionally hear some of those inner sounds mentioned above while you are in a fully awake physical state.

Keep those inner and outer ears open and sometime soon you may be blessed to hear some of those heavenly sounds. They put even the most beautifully composed music on earth in the shade.

Surrounded By Noise

It can sometimes be a real challenge to be a writer and today it’s especially so.

The apartment next door is vacant and so the landlord is having it remodeled.

Add to that the next building to this one is being re-roofed.

So as I sit at the computer working on a story the carpenter is hammering and drilling on the other side of the wall behind me. At the same time about six roofing people are ripping chunks off of the top of the place next door and talking as loud as they possibly can.

If I can successfully write a coherent story while surrounded by all of this noise and confusion I’ll be surprised.

I have to admit though that so far the flow of words has continued quite smoothly.

Ghostly Wind

The wind is moaning as it blows through the patio.

I’m sitting at the computer located in the room next to that patio. It’s my favorite of the two spots where I do my writing. The curtains are drawn but just enough light filters through so I don’t have to turn on any lamps.

The dim, shadow-filled room coupled with the sound of the wind sharpens my sensitivity. My inner connection opens wide, ebbing and flowing, pulsing with the sound.

Today I hear ghosts. Low moaning ones. Sometimes only one or two. Other times, what seem to be great hordes of wailing spirits. Shrieking.

I break out in goosebumps from head to toe. I feel creeped-out. It’s a feeling I’ve had more than a few times.

Why? Oh yes, I remember why.

Ghosts have stories to offer. I know, for I have written them after previous encounters just like today.

I wonder. What will they bring me this time? Scary stuff, I’m sure. Hopefully not so scary that I awaken from nightmares and run screaming from the apartment.

The restless shades of the departed are all around.

One story I see has multiple souls caught in some kind of negative spiral or something. Other ones include graveyards, piers, and deep forests. All seem to have fog involved. It figures…fog is creepy. Oh, and a big train that appears in my back yard. I wonder how that works since I live in an apartment.

These are just preliminary thoughts and I’m already somewhat spooked.

Golly, that wind really sounds scary!

Port Bolivar Ferry

Taking the ferry from Galveston to the Bolivar Peninsula was something I really enjoyed and was part of just about every trip I made to Galveston.

I made the crossing many times in a car but usually I preferred to park in the adjacent parking lot and walk onto the ferry.

I have ridden it on early mornings when there is fog, noon and afternoon in the bright sunlight, and at night, which adds a kind of special quality to the trip.

On the daytime runs there are views of Seawolf Park on Pelican Island and the remains of the S.S. Selma, a sunken concrete ship partially visible above the waters of Galveston Bay.

Oh yes, and there are the ever present seagulls, flocking around the stern of the ferry and hoping for a bit of food. Warning…don’t get beneath them as they seem to have rather loose bowels.

Galveston

As far back as my memories go there was Galveston. The family went there often. We even went there one time when we shouldn’t have and got caught in a hurricane.

Even back in the early days there was always a variety of things to do. We used to go to Murdoch’s to swim because they had a bath house.

There was an arcade on Seawall Blvd. which my sister and I always wanted to visit. That worked for my mom and dad because there were also slot machines they could play.

Within walking distance, behind the Buccaneer Hotel was a big, scary roller coaster that I rode once…and only once. That is another story, as is the hurricane. I’ll tell them in later posts.

Even after I was married and moved from Dallas back to Houston, our place to go when we wanted to get away for awhile was always Galveston.

Although we live at Lake Tahoe now Galveston is still a special place to me and always will be. Quite often I go online and look at their live webcams.

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Caves

I’ve visited a number of caves over the years and as I sit here thinking about it there is one question that stands out.

That question is, “Why? Why did I go to all of those caves?”

I don’t like caves. I didn’t enjoy any of them. In fact, I was quite nervous the whole time I was in them. The idea of being far below the surface with all those tons of rock over my head gave me a case of “the willies.”

For someone who gets creeped out by caves I have gone through a lot of them. Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, Diamond Cave in Arkansas, and Cave of the Winds in Colorado. And in Texas I’ve visited Natural Bridge Caverns and Wonder Cave.

Now I will admit most of those caves were beautiful, but as I said, they were nerve wracking for me.

No more! Give me a nice and reasonably well lit nature trail through a forest and I’m happy.

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Pictures Of My Foot

Back when I was active professionally in photography a consistent problem I had was remembering whether or not I had advanced the film and cocked the shutter. As a result I would often point the camera down and press the release. About 50% of the time nothing would happen and I would then advance the film and take the picture. The rest of the times I would end up with an out of focus image of my foot.

At one point I tried turning the camera toward my face and looking but after temporarily blinding myself when the strobe went off right in front of my eyes I returned to collecting more photos of my foot.

It’s a habit I never have conquered. Even with digital cameras I still end up with images of my foot quite often.

How Not To Photograph A Creek

During the years I lived in the Dallas area my favorite spot to go on my days off was a neat little place in Oklahoma, not very far past the state line.

It’s called Turner Falls. The waterfall there is simply beautiful. There are lots of hiking trails and things to explore.

Adventures? Oh yeah, and on one visit I managed to have one that was typical. I was photographing the creek considerably below the falls and decided I wanted to get a view from the middle of the creek. It was rather shallow and I found a place where I could step on several large rocks and actually be right in the middle of the flow without getting wet.

As I stood there, intent on focusing my camera, a splash of cold creek water hit my right ankle. Without thinking I quickly moved my foot. My balance was already precarious and that sudden movement resulted in my rear-end landing in the icy cold water of the creek. The people who were watching said they had never seen such wild scrambling to get back to dry land. I wasn’t hurt but from the waist down I was wet and miserable.

By the way, just as I plopped into the creek I accidentally clicked the shutter. The resulting picture was of my left foot just as it hit the water.

That was the first and last time I ventured into the middle of a creek with a camera.

Strangeness

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There’s never been any doubt that the apartment we live in is haunted. The presence we’ve both felt here has always seemed to be friendly and never gone beyond doing little things like making noises or thumps.

Now something new has started. Something is turning on the hot water in the bathroom sink. It’s happened several mornings in a row. Each time I’ll suddenly hear water running and when I walk into the bathroom the faucet will be turned on about a quarter of the way and steaming hot water will be running into the sink. I’m the only one present when it happens and I know I didn’t leave the water on.

We’re preparing to move to another place and frankly I’m glad since these ghosts or whatever seem to be getting more energetic.