A Trip To The Emergency Room

Written by Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book.

I could see the drivers head turn away from me, he hadn’t seen me. Looking down at the pavement, I could see sand had been washed onto the wet road, not something one wants to see while trying to stop a motorcycle.

I suddenly realized two choices were at hand, hit the pavement or hit the truck, neither decision was acceptable. I had reached that millisecond of time when one realizes they are in a pile of do-do and there isn’t anything that can be done about it, except utter a few words of desperation and bite the bullet.

Only traveling about 10 miles per hour, the damage should be minimal. My thought was to tap the rear brake, knowing that by doing so the rear wheel would lock up because of the sand on the road. I would lay the bike down and bail off the back of it, shouldn’t be too bad.

Wrong again, as I tapped the rear brake, the wheel locked up as expected, and as I attempted to lay the bike down and jump backward off the bike, the bike fell on my right leg, forcing me to hit the ground like a flyswatter pursuing a pesky fly.

Laying face down on the pavement, excruciating pain was traveling up my right arm. Quickly flopping over on my back, I ripped off my helmet and began to go into shock. It had begun to rain again and my biggest concern was I may get ran over by an inattentive motorist.

My fears were soon put to rest, the driver of the small pickup had seen what happened and stopped to assist. Soon the EMT’s arrived, Charlotte was a member of the life squad, when she heard the call come in, she knew it was me and came to help. She scooped me up off the pavement rode to the hospital and took me home later.

When they cut off my favorite jacket and trouser leg, they assessed the damages, nothing but minor scrapes on my leg, the most serious injury was a dislocated right shoulder, Gawd, it hurt! The trip to the hospital was brutal, emergency vehicles ride REALLY, REALLY rough.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

photo of crystal skull

The Anna Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull

 

The Magic Ring

Written By: Gary Wonning

It was also disclosed in a psychic reading that I needed a basket containing “earth things”, and a Tiger Eye Ring that should only be worn on days or months with a five in them because I was moving from a five vibration to a seven and I needed the ring on the five days for protection. I didn’t really understand it all but thought I probably should do it.

This was on a Wednesday night, on Friday evening, as I sat in my living room, I noticed a basket of stones and arrowheads sitting on my bookcase.

The basket came from grandpa, which I acquired when he moved out of his apartment and into assisted living. He had the basket for as long as I can remember. It was woven with sticks and contained, arrowheads, a tomahawk head, a few animal bones, and some rocks, “earth things.”

When we helped him move, I put the basket in the back of my pickup truck and instructed my kids who were helping to give it to my brother Paul who was more interested in that sort of thing than I was. When I arrived home later that day, the basket had been left in the truck, not knowing what else to do with it, I put it on the book case.The same bookcase that sat in grandpa and grandma’s house for years.

I took the basket containing earth things down and spread the arrowheads out on the floor in no particular fashion, and went to bed.

The next day I had planned on going to Cincinnati to find the tiger eye ring. After having breakfast Saturday morning, I sat down in my chair and fell asleep. While sleeping, I had a dream of a pawnshop in Louisville, Kentucky and the Tiger Eye ring was in one of the display cases.

When I woke up, I looked at the arrowheads and they were pointed towards Louisville.

It would have been extremely unlikely I would have arranged them in that fashion, there was no reason to. I had only been to Louisville a couple of times in my life, and really had no desire to go back, it was just like any other city.

I didn’t think much of the idea of going to Louisville, it was a two-hour drive and Cincinnati was only an hour away.

Since Cincinnati was closer, and I was more familiar with it than Louisville. I started driving there, the same stores are in Cincinnati as in Louisville, may as well save two hours of driving time and go there.

I drove about a mile from home, it just didn’t feel right, so I turned around and drove to Louisville.

I just followed my nose and wound up in downtown Louisville, driving around a corner, there was the pawnshop I saw in my dream. I went inside, and there in the display case, exactly as I had seen it in my dream, was the Tigers Eye ring. What else could I do, I bought it and started home.

I really liked it and put the ring on my little finger, left hand. Immediately, much to my surprise, my finger started to sweat so profusely the sweat was dripping onto my leg, while the rest of my hand stayed cool.

I went back to see Hilda the next week and discovered that the ring had been owned by a fundamentalist Baptist minister who pawned it when he ran into financial trouble. She went on to explain I needed the spiritual energy he left in the ring when he sold it.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

What’s With Sedona

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book: A Journey Towards Enlightenment

I began feeling extremely lightheaded, I seem to be leaving my body, and although we had eaten a full breakfast before we left Phoenix barely two hours earlier, I am starved. I need to pull off the road, not entirely conscious, I feel I need to get a photo of this strange rock, this one they call Bell Rock.

Getting back in the car, auntie suggested I eat something, wrong thing to say. I consumed the bananas, apples, and the large jar of Planters Peanuts, and drank most of the tea. She’s looking at me like I’m weird or something.

As we drove past Bell Rock, I suddenly felt the need to take more photos, I had never seen or experienced anything like this before. Parking by the side of the road, I walked back up the hill for a better vantage point. I felt as though my body was separating at the knees and very wobbly and not totally conscious. The only place I could feel my body was at the knees and they hurt, it was as if the only part of my body that was still connected to the earth was from the knees down.

photo of bell rock

Snowy Bell Rock

Never leaving sight of the car, I looked up through the camera at the rock, I saw large sparks coming from the top of Bell Rock, looking upward, I focused and took several photographs.

As I walked back at the car, it seemed as my body was returning to some normalcy, however, I was still extremely disoriented. Emma exclaimed that she was getting worried since I had disappeared from sight to my recollection, I had never left her line of vision. This is just too weird.

The strange sensations continued all the time we were in Sedona but did subside some as I left the general area of Bell Rock. I appeared to be fine physically and was driving safely,(according to Emma) and alertly, however, everything else seemed out of whack. Lunch time arrived and in spite of eating practically everything in the car, I was still hungry.

The Coffee Pot restaurant was the place to eat in West Sedona, finding a seat in the busy restaurant we both ordered a plate lunch. I consumed all of mine and half of my aunt’s, what the H#$% is going on?

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

 

We Are All On The Path

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book; A Journey Towards Enlightenment.

photo of the Egyptian Sphinx at sunset

a personal spiritual journey

As with everyone, my learning continued to increase. Whether we realize it or not, each and everyone of us is on a spiritual journey, or walkabout, this is the reason we incarnate on planet earth. Many go through life and never realize this, however, the journey goes on, regardless if we are conscious of it or not.

The spiritual path I was on became my passion, every spare minute I had was spent studying all the different aspects and facets of the esoteric world. I couldn’t get enough of it, it was all I wanted to talk about, I was probably driving everyone around me crazy, I’m surprised many of them continued to speak to me.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Thoughts on Reincarnation

Interesting thoughts, part of which I borrowed from someone else.

According to a Pleiadian interpretation of life, Jesus taught reincarnation and not resurrection.

Human beings evolve by living life over and over again on the material plane in order to gain knowledge from their life lessons.

The primary goal of reincarnation is to evolve into beings of higher consciousness or beings of a higher vibration and love.  The message is that we are being called to the next phase of our evolution as beings here on planet Earth.

However, human beings always reincarnate as people, never as animals as in the Hindu cosmology since animals do not evolve spiritually as humans do.

Animals are part of the overall evolution of nature itself. Another fact to consider is the word evolution has two meanings. The first meaning is that a development and unfolding of what already exists, but is hidden. This means that something has to rise from the unconscious to the conscious. The second meaning is that something that does not yet exist is created, developed, and explored.

It is a consensus by biblical scholars today that reincarnation was part of early Jewish thought.

Hasidic Jews got their ideas about reincarnation from medieval Jewish mystics, known as Kabbalists.

Hasidism is a form of Judaism that was founded in the 18th century in Poland by Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov (ca. 1700– 1760).  He took elements of Kabbalistic teaching and made it accessible to the common people in a movement that spread across Eastern Europe as a result reincarnation is a fundamental Hasidic belief.

One Hasidic bedtime prayer asks for forgiveness for “anyone who has angered or vexed me… in this incarnation or any other.”  Both Kabbalists and Hasidic Jews tell us that every person has a spark of the divine inside of them and that the destiny of humanity is to liberate that divine spark and unite it with the larger Creation.

These two ideas of reincarnation and union with God, or Creation, have been a part of Judaism since the time of Jesus.

Of course, these teachings had to be suppressed for fear of persecution by the religious hierarchy.  Since the beginning, Mystics have always had a difficult time in any religion.

And so it may stand to reason that at the time of Jesus, mystical and rabbinic Judaism were one and the same. The rabbis who founded traditional Judaism were also mystics. So if Jesus did teach reincarnation and divine union instead of resurrection, as I believe he did, he either absorbed these ideas from the great rabbis of his day and/ or he learned this from his association with Star Visitors.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

Searching For Enlightenment

Written By; Gary Wonning

It was in 1987 and I had just returned from Egypt, theShirley Mclaine movie, “Out On A Limb” had just premiered on TV. 

A friend of mine approached me about starting a metaphysical study group in town. 

I was all for it, but I made the statement that I doubted that many would come, I knew everyone in town and even though I had discussed it with several people, no one really showed an interest.

My friend went ahead and started the group and much to my surprise, almost sixty people came to the first meeting and the meetings went on for years.

People were reluctant to discuss their beliefs with someone else. Even though most were catholic, which I thought would be a deterrent, once they were in a comfortable environment with like-minded people, they willingly discussed their feelings on various topics.

You never know how what you do will effect others until you do it.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

The Vietnam Conflict

Written By: Gary Wonning

Like many my age, the Vietnam war came about during my late teenage years and I was faced with a difficult decision.

The conflict was, to say the least, controversial. I assume all wars are controversial, but this one seemed more so because many couldn’t justify a reason for going to war in a foreign distant land. Many didn’t even know where Vietnam was or had even heard of it.

The biggest case for engagement was to prevent the spread of communism. We were in the middle of the cold war and the threat of nuclear war was ever present with Russia continuously threatening our way of life and our very existence continuously.

The year before, it was discovered Russia had placed missile silos in Cuba, only ninety miles from our shores. The conflict ended one October evening after we stood up to them saying the missiles  had to be removed. many of us went to bed that evening, not sure if we would wake up in the morning.

The ultimatum had been given, the warships put in place, and we waited.

Many of us went to bed that evening, not sure if we would wake up in the morning.

Someone once told me that if we were dead and pinched oursleves we wouldn’t feel it, upon waking , I pinched myself, it hurt so I got up and went to work.

The crisis had been averted.

I was at the legal draft age and a prime target for the draft, not wanting to go to college or get married, I would soon be bound for the military.

Many questions entered my mind, did I want to serve , and if I did which branch did I want to serve in.

I didn’t really want to kill anyone, even in defence of my freedoms and my coutry.  I decided that if it came down to that , I would, but I had done that so many times in past lifetimes, I really didn’t want to do it any more. But I knew that if push came to shove and it was necessary to defend my way of life, my country and my family, there was no question I would do it.

Many went to Canada to escape the draft, that was totally out of the question and the thought only entered my mind as an after thought. There wasn’t any way that would be an option.

I finally decided that I wanted to serve my country  and the Air Froce seemed to be the best option for me.

Hence I joined the Air Force on Reserve status and began fulfilling my obligation.

As time went by, the Vietnam War heated up and it seemed more likely I  would be called to active duty.

And then it happened, in the spring of 1968, during the Tet offensive, we were called to active duty. There probably never is a good time to be called to fight in a foreign land, but I was getting married and we had bought a hosue, with only a year and a half to serve I was looking forward to getting discharged.

More contemplation, I , like most never wanted to go to war, but I decided to let it up to God, if he wanted me to serve, I would go, and began mentally preparing to serve.

I began comtemplating the reasons to defend one’s country. In the United States, we don’t fight for a King or Queen, we don’t fight to gain foreign lands for the homeland, we fight for an idea, the ideas of what America was founded on, freedom and the right of the idividual to choose the life they desire, without interference from a government.

Even if we don’t approve of our president, or what our government is doing, we fight for the sublime ideas our country was founded on.

My bags were packed and I was ready to go, when word came down three days before my departure. 

I had been deactivated, God didn’t want me to serve in that manner.

It’s best to think things  through, decide what you would do in the most extreme situation, and let God make the final decision.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome