The Dangers of Nature's Call

Hello ALL! Thanks for dropping by.

I think I’ll tell you about the time I was trucking through Oklahoma when I had to answer the call of nature and wound up in a precarious situation.

One beautiful moonlit night, I was trucking through the grand state of Oklahoma on a nice, wide two lane highway. This was one nice chunk of road, except it didn’t have any rest areas.

I can’t remember what time it was. Probably after eleven pm. I do remember it was summer. I think it was in the month of July.

So there I am, driving my truck along this beautiful stretch of highway. It had been freshly asphalted, it was nice and smooth. The freshly laid lines on the road reflected the headlights of my truck well ahead of me.





Feeling the need to take care of a little business, I pulled the truck off to the side of the road, picked up my big flashlight and got out of the truck.

Alright, I’m standing there on the passenger side of my truck by the drive tires. Even though there wasn’t any traffic out there that night, I still wanted a little privacy. I’m not an exhibitionist or anything.

I start getting a funny feeling at the nape of my neck. I could feel my hairs starting to stand on end.

Turning around, I turned my flashlight on and aimed it at the tall grass beyond where the state mowers had done their job.

In the beam of my flashlight I see a good size chunk of the tall grass moving, then it stopped when my light swept across the part that had been getting rustled around.

Then I saw the eyes. The eyes of a wood-be killer if I didn’t act accordingly.

I didn’t have to make water anymore once I understood what I was looking at.

It was a big cat. I can’t tell you what breed, name, sub-class, whatever.

All I can remember is, that it was a tan/yellowish color.

But those eyes. They kept staring straight at me. It felt like I was being sized up.

In this technologically driven world here in America, it’s easy to forget that there are STILL dangers out there lurking about.

Like that cat. I reckon it was looking for a bite to eat. Sadly, all it had found thus far that night, was me.

Trying my darndest to keep from running, I slowly started backing away.

Living on the road, I ALWAYS kept my passenger door locked with the seatbelt run through the door handle then locked into it’s receiving device. Going through the passenger door was not an option. Believe me, I was kicking myself for being so safety conscious at that point.

My first thought was to cautiously walk backwards to the front of my truck then calmly walk around the front to my driver’s door. That meant I’d have to take my eyes off the cat. I didn’t like the thought of doing that. There’d be too much ground to cover without seeing what my hungry feline friend was up to. Therefore, going around the front of the truck wasn’t an option either.

Thankfully, I’d turned on the work light on the back of my truck so I had a little light on the landing in-between my sleeper and trailer.

Keeping my light shining on the area where I saw the eyes still glaring at me, I backed up to the landing.

Even wearing thick-soled work boots, I’d never be able to slam dunk a basket ball. I’m only 5’5” tall. The landing behind the trailer was maybe five or sixes inches taller than my posterior. I was going to have to hop to make it. Oh sure, I could have turned around and used my hands to help me crawl up on the landing. But that would have meant taking the light off that cat, along with my eyes. That wasn’t happening.

Trying to hop smoothly in reverse so my butt landed on the landing between my sleeper and trailer was a dicey situation. If I did it too quickly, the sudden movement might make the cat think I was running and it would come at me.

I feel I should tell you that I never was all that graceful when I walk. So hopping backwards to get my rear on the landing went nowhere near as smooth as what I’d prayed it would.

My clumsy jerky movement caused the cat to rush forward four to five feet. All I can tell you was, to me, that sucker looked as big as Jaws when he swam under Captain Quint’s boat. Then again, I was rather terrified.

What I can reasonably tell you about how big the cat was, is this: I don’t think shouting at it and whacking it with my flashlight or kicking at it, would have stopped the thing from dining on, “filet of Hamburger fry.”

So I sat there, legs still dangling. I dared not move for a full minute. When the cat settled back down to study me a little more, I slowly scooted backwards and stood up.

I couldn’t believe how fast the big cat had moved when I triggered it by hopping up on the landing. Now all I had to do to get away from the hungry feline was get on the ground on the driver’s side of my truck and casually stroll a mere five to six feet then calmly open the door, hop in my truck and drive away. Yeah right…

Keeping my light on the cat, I backed my way across the landing. When I was almost at the other side, my flashlight was barely on the cat’s face. It was beside my trailer near the nose about five feet off in the grass.

Deciding that it was now or never, I hopped off the landing and moved as fast as I could to the driver’s door of my truck. The hairs on the nape of my neck felt like spikes because they were standing up so high now.

All I could see in my mind was the cat running under the trailer or the truck and getting me before I made it into the safety of my home on wheels.

When I pulled the door shut behind me, I hit the button to start rolling up the window on the driver’s side. I’d left the one on the passenger side up.

Even though I had just escaped a terrible fate, I had to know if the cat had moved or if it was still there.

I cautiously rolled down the passenger side window just enough to stick my flashlight out and angle it down to where the cat was. It was gone…

Reader: Do you think it came after you when you hopped off the landing to get into your truck?

Me: I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. It’s hard to say really. That’s not the first time I’ve been in a bad situation, nor the only time I looked into the eyes of a wood-be killer. I made it out of those other scrapes without a scratch too.

In the end, I credit the lord for watching over me, and keeping a cool head when I really wanted to panic.

For everything I went through out there on the road, the good times and the bad, I wouldn’t trade a second of it for the world. Those moments helped shape who I am today and I’m thankful for them.

If you’ll excuse me, I feel nature calling me. I gotta take care of some business. I’ll be sure to turn the bathroom light on before I walk in. It wouldn’t do to step on a wolf spider or a brown recluse here in my basement bathroom. That would rather mess up my night. LOL!

Again, thanks for dropping by and seeing what I had to say.

Before I go:

Kindness costs nothing. Please be kind to the people you meet during your day/night. That very act of kindness might be the only thing that keeps someone from taking that final step to a long hard drop, so to speak.

Wherever you are, wherever you’re heading to, please stay safe out there. Stay safe for the ones you love and the ones that love YOU.

God bless you ALL!

Good day/night. J

-Hamburger Fry

Relaxation And The Paranormal

Hello ALL! Thanks for dropping in tonight. I hope you checked out my little piece I did on Vicki Case and how she rose above her pain. If not, it’s on the previous post.

Vicki is truly an inspirational person!

Tonight, I’d like to talk about a state of mind and the strange things I’ve seen.

Reader: What do you mean by that?

Me: How being in a relaxed state of mind has allowed me to see things I consider paranormal.

Reader: Are you nuts?

Me: No, I’m as sane as the next person.

What I mean is, being relaxed is like meditation. That’s how you’re supposed to be when you meditate, relaxed.

Reader: So you’re saying that when you sit down and relax, you see ghosts huh?

Me: Not exactly. Let me explain.

From a young age I remember seeing something peculiar. Mind you, I have to go back a long ways.

I can recall having a strange visitor looking in at me when I was in my crib.

The memories are hazy, but I remember a woman standing beside my crib looking in at me. I can’t remember if I was scared or not. What’s most fascinating about this now is, I can remember being able to see right through this woman.

Every now and again, my mom mentions that I used to ask her about the, “see through” lady when I was an “infink” (That’s how Popeye The Sailor says infant.)

As I got older, I stopped seeing the woman and eventually forgot all about her.

I did start seeing strange swirling dark masses. They looked like steam or smoke. My folks didn’t believe me when I told them about those things.

In time, I stopped seeing them as well. You see, I was seeing those things full on, not in my peripheral vision. I think I saw them until I was nine years old.

Years went by, I grew up, found work in another town and moved away from home.

I’d lived happily in my rented home for almost five months when I started seeing something out of the corners of my eyes. When I would turn my head to look, there was nothing there.

One night as I laid in bed I saw a smoky outline of an older woman’s face appear above mine. It slowly started floating down.

I was so petrified, all I could do was push my head further into my pillow and close my eyes.

The next thing I knew, I was feeling cold sensations on my right cheek.

I think whatever that thing was, it was kissing me on my right cheek. After a few chilly “pecks” upon my terrified face, they stopped.

Time went on, and I didn’t see the ghostly smoky face anymore but I started seeing things I call streamers, more often.

When I told my co-workers about it, they all told me to get my place checked for a gas leak. Now, I’m a smoker, I was allowed to smoke in my rental home. I figure if I’d had a gas leak, the place would have already gone sky high. So I didn’t get the place checked for gas leaks.

As time went on, I started getting a creepy feeling but I wasn’t seeing the streamers when I got it.

One night as I brushed my teeth before heading off to work, (I worked as a night time line-hauler for trucking company) I started getting that creepy feeling again.

This time, I didn’t immediately look around for what could be causing it. I relaxed for ten or fifteen seconds then turned around suddenly, letting the feeling guide my movement.

What I saw that night is partially blocked out. And I saw if for less than a second.

It was a strange little mass that kinda looked like a sea sponge. Except it had funny looking things like glass shards sticking out of it. At the tip of each of these shards was a white looking material like a net or a spider’s web. It was all connected so this strange entity was covered in it.

Inside of this entity, I saw swirling colors that pulsated. I saw the whole thing pulsate as if it was breathing!

What I best remember about this incident was, it moved back a short ways as if I had startled it. Then I watched it go through the wall.

Within three steps I was at the doorway to my bedroom flicking the light on to see if it had gone in there. Of course I didn’t find it.

Reader: So what did you do?

Me: What could I do? There was nobody that I could call to report this type of thing. I finished brushing my teeth and went to work.

After that night, I stopped having the creepy feelings. I guess whatever that thing was decided I wasn’t fun to spy on anymore since I saw it full on.

When I started telling other folks around town about the things I was seeing, I found out that I was living in an area of town that had a lot of paranormal activity. I heard many stories from people who either experienced or knew someone that had experienced something paranormal. Talk about a real wing-ding-a-maroo, I tell ya!

When my job ended with that company I moved back home because I needed to have major reconstructive foot surgery. During that period of my life, I don’t recall seeing anything that I’d describe as paranormal. Even when I got into over the road trucking I don’t remember seeing anything paranormal.

My father suffered a stroke back in December of 2010. I had to give up my career as an OTR trucker to be closer to my parents since they are both to a certain degree disabled.

Since then, I’ve been seeing all kinds of crazy things. They used to scare me. Now, I find them amusing.

If you’re sitting their reading this thinking I’ve got some sort of dementia or something’s wrong with my brain, I’ll tell you this:

About a year ago I was sitting at the table with my folks. I saw a little black dot fly between my mother and I. By then, I was so used to seeing them I didn’t say anything.

A couple days went by and my mom asked me if I noticed something peculiar at supper when I saw the dot.

“Just the usual.” I told her.

“Like a black dot flying between us?” She asked.

She’d saw it too!

Reader: What does all this have to do with relaxing?

Me: I’m curious if other folks can, or have seen these things as well. I wonder if the people that can see these things are usually in a relaxed state.

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve been talking to someone and seen a streamer fly down between us then back up and off to my right or left.

The people I was talking to never mentioned seeing anything to me at the time, therefore I never mentioned it to them.

I don’t claim to be a psychic or anything like that. Still, I wonder if I was born with a certain talent of sorts to be able to see things like what I have been seeing.

Here’s another interesting tidbit for you.

My mother works part time at a rest home on the night-shift. The facility is over a hundred years old. Anyone that works there for a certain length of time claims to have seen or heard something paranormal.

Five months ago, my mother says she heard a voice of an elderly woman coming from behind her as she pushed a wheelchair holding an elderly resident out of the room.

When I asked her how long the voice spoke or what it said, she tells me that it went on for five seconds, the voice was clearly feminine but it spoke in gibberish, like someone who didn’t have any teeth.

Alright, the other night, my mom had to go up to the rest home to pick up some papers. She asked me to go.

When we got inside the place, I noticed how dim the hallways were.

Upon arriving at the nurses station, I stood at the entrance to the hallway it faces and relaxed as much as I could because I didn’t have a lot of time before we left.

I stood there looking at the middle of the hallway not really thinking about anything. I was letting my mind wander.

Within twenty seconds I saw something and I think it was playing with me.

Does anyone remember the, “Kilroy was here” picture made famous during World War 2? Fingers and face barely above a fence?

　

　










I saw something like that at THE BOTTOM of the doorway to a residents room closest to me. If that would have been a living person, they would have to be lying on the floor. There’s no way they could have done that while standing or kneeling.

One second there was nothing, the next, boom! It was just there.

After I finished recoiling from the surprise it was gone when I looked at the doorway again.

Now I mentioned earlier that these kind of things used to scare me but now I find them amusing. Well, whatever it was that I saw, actually startled me because that was the first time I’d ever intentionally tried to see anything paranormal. I’d relaxed and let my mind wander.

As for anything specific about what I saw, all I can really tell you was, I saw some white hair, a face, and fingers. But it was for less than a second. Had I not been startled, maybe I could have watched it peripherally a little longer. I don’t know.

Here’s an entertaining bit of trivia for you:

A few days ago I was upstairs in the kitchen in front of the counter. I don’t know why but I looked back at the open doorway to the basement and guess what I saw? Yupper, the same thing I saw at the rest home. It was at the bottom of the doorway to the basement on the floor. The darned thing caught me off guard again so I didn’t have a lot of time to study it.

When I’m at my pc, shooting bad guys on Borderlands 2 and laying in bed going to sleep is when I see lots of these things. I have yet to see the Kilroy imitator again.

I still remember the night I was almost asleep. I looked over at my pc on my writing desk and saw something like a mist fly in front of the screen from left to right.

I was able to look right through it but it made my screensaver look distorted.

You’ll either be tickled or frightened when I tell you that, the whole time I’ve been writing this article, I’ve been seeing little white dots, streamers and things I think of as “Streakers” or “Flashers” in my peripheral vision.

They don’t bother me in the least. Heck, I’m relaxed when I’m working at my pc typing away.

And no, they’re not floaters like what an eye doctor would tell you about. I’ve had my eyes checked.

Have any of you seen strange things when you relax? Do you want to? If you do, try meditation. Now mind you, if you do start seeing things, don’t go blaming me if you can’t stop seeing them. I don’t know how it works. I just accept the things I see. They don’t bother me and I don’t go messing with them. They are just “there” like I’m “here.”

Sorry if this post didn’t really make a lot of sense. I just wanted to talk about the things I see and how I feel when I seem them. (In a relaxed state.)

The picture below is my crude attempt at drawing these strange and interesting things.

My best friend, Big Bro told me an eerie tale that happened to him a few years ago. He called me right after it happened. It gave me chills listening to his story over the phone and I was well over five hundred miles away in another state when that happened.

But that my friends, is a story for another day.

Wherever you are, wherever you’re heading to, please stay safe out there. Stay safe for the ones you love, and the ones that love YOU.

God bless YOU ALL!

Goodnight. J

-Hamburger Fry





 

How Vicki Case Rose From The Darkness

Hello ALL! Thanks for dropping by. 

Tonight, I want to talk about a courageous woman who’s been hurt about as much as anyone can be hurt. Yet, she found a way to rise above the pain.

Vicki Case, an Australian born poet didn’t begin her writing career until she met the love of her life. A man that she will only call, “Eros.”

It was her love for him that sparked her poetic side.

But let me back up a little bit, if you will.

You see, Vicki was already married to a man who didn’t appreciate her. As a matter of fact, it sounds to me like he rather sucked the life out her.

When she met her Eros, it was an illicit love, but he was like a ray of sunshine that helped a flower to bloom. Because, in loving him, Vicki started writing poetry about her love for this man. He helped her to blossom into who she was really meant to be.

She was so very in love with her Eros. They shared many of the same interests. Within the radiance of his love, Vicki’s talent for writing poetry really started to grow.

Eros gave her the courage to leave her husband, which she did amicably.

Her love for her Adonis, as she sometimes called him, only grew deeper and deeper. It felt like she could fly to stars and back.

Then the day came when Eros clipped her wings. He ended their relationship in one of the coldest and most cowardly ways possible. He broke their relationship via a text message.

When Vicki came crashing down from the sky, she fell about as far as anyone in love can fall.

She was in shock for a long time.

While pondering how such a man could build her up so high and give her wings then clip those wings and walk away, Vicki was going through the darkest of Hells.

Through it all, her love for her Eros never waned. Nor did her ability to write poetry.

As she went through some of the darkest depression anyone could ever experience, she kept writing her poetry. It wasn’t happy and euphoric like it once was. It had taken on a dark tone. It became raw and gritty. It came from her heart like her earlier poems. It was the TRUTH about how she felt.

Every day, she’d pour her heart onto a piece of paper via a pen. It kept her going. Over time, she started healing from the sudden departure of her Eros. It wasn’t easy, fact of the matter is, it was probably the hardest thing she’s ever done. Yet, she kept on going, even on the worst of days. Vicki kept writing her poetry.

Has she fully recovered from her heartbreak? Does anyone really recover from a broken heart when you KNOW you’ve found, “The one.”?

I sure haven’t. Even a fella that publishes under the name of, Hamburger Fry has been in love with, “The one.”

Reader: You mean you were her, Eros?

Me: No, it wasn’t me. I’m just saying that even fella like me can understand the pain Vicki’s gone through. You never fully heal from it. You just keep on keeping on. That’s all anyone can do. That’s what Vicki is doing.

Even though she probably still pines for her Eros, she didn’t let all the pain and Hell she went through defeat her.

In the end, she wrote four books of poetry about her journey back to the light from the darkest recesses of depression. You can check them out at this link: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Vicki%20Case&search-alias=digital-text

Each of her poems is a little piece of truth straight from her heart.

One can learn a lot from what Vicki went through.

When you think you’re at the lowest point you’ve ever been at due to a broken heart, you should read one of the books penned by this courageous woman.

My parting thoughts about Vicki and her books of poetry:

Vicki lays her heart upon the pages for all to see. Even during her darkest of times when the pain became so bad she kept writing her poetry.

In her first book, Unconditional Forbidden Love, the poems were already great. They only got better with each book.

With that being said, Vicki is a very brave woman for following her heart. She’s courageous for having the will to come back from such a terrible blow that her Eros dealt her. And she’s very strong for letting the world know about what she went through. She wants others to know, there is life after love.

Thank you for checking out my segment on Vicki Case. With the deepest of respect I thank her for letting me talk about her on my blog.

God bless you Vicki!

To my readers, God bless you too!

I’m exhausted, I did rope skip, push-ups, sit-ups, squats and arm-curls for an hour tonight.

It’s time for this Hamburger to go lay down on his bun… Bed! I mean bed!

Goodnight. 

Wait a minute! Before I go, please check out Vicki’s trailer for her first book, Unconditional Forbidden Love, then go check into all of her works on Amazon.com, it’s the link I posted earlier.

Okay, now I’m going to catch a few winks.

Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…

To Rule The World, a short fictional story by Hamburger Fry

Here's that story I've been meaning to upload. The original version was thirty minutes long. This is a re-write.

Also, I couldn't get the video to upload to Windows Movie Maker. The audio uploaded great though!
I threw some pictures of me reading the original story in for a visual.

You'll hear me make a few bloopers while reading this. Had I been doing the narration in my recording booth, I would have corrected them.

Still, I hope you get a kick out of a rash young dictator named Kong, and his strange plight.





In the near future, I'll write shorter tales that will keep you guessing and hopefully coming back for more of my wildly fabricated flights of fancy.

Tomorrow, I want to talk about a favorite author of mine who I think is a very courageous woman. She took lemons and made lemonade out of her situation when it turned sour.

Till then, God bless YOU ALL and take care! :-)

-Hamburger Fry