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by on September 16, 2013
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The second visit stayed with me more than the first because the initial visit had been a one-of-a kind experience like the majority of my metaphysical run-ins. The second visit had also happened in a room lit by the light I had on for my bar shift working girlfriend. This time I was able to make out details that I could not guess at before in the shadows. There was ‘something’ about them, something about the way they moved which left an indelible element of their personality lingering in the air after this visit. Now I started to consider Shakespeare’s “all the world’s a stage” analogy as having more than just theatrical merit. I felt that if I ever again came across my mysterious apparitions, I would know them, with or without their huge robes.

From 1980, the year of the second visit and ten years after the first visit, it would be almost another twenty years before I reconnected again with my life benefactors, my Adjustment Team. By this time I had been married and separated from Trinkette, my third wife. I was living in Southern California and returned back to Iowa for the first time since I left. It was 1999 and I didn’t want the century to end on the memory of when I last saw my family, at the closed and dark Galesburg, IL train station in the middle of the night.

My 1999 visit took place in the winter, a Goth prairie time in Iowa. The round trip airplane ticket was a ‘wrangle’. I had learned how to silk-screen from a valley woman poker player that I house-sat for and she had wrangled up a round-trip comp airline ticket as a favor from a connection that she met playing cards.

Couch surfing with friends back in Iowa, I borrowed a book from my wife that I had purchased shortly before the marriage fell apart. The book title is The Encyclopedia of Things That Never Were, Time-Life [out of print]. Moving to California, I had made the decision to become a writer. Thumbing through the book of fantasy legends would give my imagination some fresh territory to augment my real life strange adventures, so I could turn them into believable fiction stories.

After reading over several points of interest I turned a page and my eyes started to read something that gave me pause. At first I almost skipped past the page because it looked as if it was the re-telling of a children’s fairy tale. Dressed like the Statue of Liberty were 3 women in the illustration featuring the one page story.

One woman sat astride a spinning wheel, another held a measuring rod, and the third brandished a pair of shears at a loop in the spun thread. As irrational as this trio of women looked, I couldn’t seem to turn my eyes away from reading more about Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, who spin, measure, and cut 'the thread of life'. When I read their title from antiquity, I knew I had found my monk visitors. They are called The Three Fates. Please Google them for an explanation of who they are because it is much too complex for this volume, but here’s a hint. The concepts of past, present and future are derived from those sisters. Yep, these be some bad-asses.

Suffice to say, the realization and the existence of actual physical mythical beings beyond anything mentioned in the Bible opens your mind to a supra-natural world. This is the type of world meant by Shakespeare’s ‘world’s a stage’ metaphor. If you are but a player on the Stage of Life, that means you didn’t build the stage; you didn’t design the sets; you are not responsible for the lighting or the props; you are not directing the play, producing the play, and you didn’t write the play. But most important and overlooked is, you are not in the audience watching the play; for every play is staged for an audience. Otherwise, it is a dress rehearsal. Knowledge and comprehension of this reality is a ‘Neo’ moment in seeing the matrix we think of as life. It is then that you start seeing through the fabric that passes for fact as we know it. – end part 6
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