Transformation (An odd story of a spacecraft)
Transformation
Mick and Me
It was back in 1963, or ’64, when my brother and I were up by Rice School had left his presence for a spell, and went over by the small grocery store, when I returned, my brother was staring, looking up into the sky. He’s about six foot one, I’m about five foot eight inches tall. I was at that time slim and muscular, my brother, somewhat, pleasingly plump. He said, “You know what I saw Lee?” And I said of course, “No, what?”
“You won’t believe me,” Mick commented.
“Try me, “I responded. And here is what he said: “I just saw a round space craft, it was held still in the atmosphere (he is at this time sixteen years old, I am fourteen),” then he sucked in his breath as if to let it all out at once and said, “It lit up, like the moon, light all around it,” and he looked about to see if he could find the craft or perhaps its silhouette, “It was descending, closer me, and then you showed up.”
Back in the ‘60s we young folk were doing many things, but our neighborhood was not into all those drugs, if I recall right, although who knows, but somehow I do feel his story was creditable. Now for another story which somehow I feel links into this one.
Transformation
Sid and Me
I knew the fellow, we went to school together, but he never wanted to go, he just would come and pick me up at the edge of the street that led into the school, and he’d take me off and we’d get drunk, and pick up girls. I was seventeen at the time, and he was nineteen. He always seemed older to me, I mean, as if he had the wisdom or insight, or foresight, whatever you are suppose to have in your later years (perhaps fifties), he had at nineteen years old, no questions asked, he did, simple as that. His first name was Sid, I will not tell you his last name, because he has passed on, some years ago, many years ago, to be truthful.
Here is the story he told me:
“I was walking, just walking, that’s all, and believe it or not, a spacecraft was following me. Yes, I said a spacecraft. Perhaps other folks saw it, or thought they saw it, because it was there, and gone as fast as a clap of an eye. But I saw it. I was…( he hesitates) you won’t believe this, but its true, I was 59-years old at the time this took place, I looked back then, as if I was sixteen or seventeen, yes, I proclaim to be nineteen now, but I’m really much older, if I told you, it would be hard to absorb. Anyhow, I was walking, and I saw this young boy, he was handsome, very good looking, built like you, several years ago, and it stayed in my head, and as the ship followed me, for the few minutes, it seemed to be extracting information from and of my thinking, thinking I say, of and at the moment. Even though I was spellbound of this spacecraft, I was thinking nonetheless, it was perhaps a delusion, illusion, something of that matter. And the boy came back into my mind.
“Well, as I turned the corner to walk a little further, I saw three lovely, shapely girls, in bikinis, lovely as three smooth looking sunflowers, and it was of course summer, and Elvis was of course popular and they were playing one of his records, in the backyard by their pool, resting on towels (this was of course in Minnesota). One of the girls, a blond, with shapely legs, and just the right curves, like a hard pear, she looked at me looking, and smiled, and went back to her friends. A black girl was there, and she turned around, she looked more Spanish Black, than black-black, and she also had a great pear shape as she twisted around to see what the blond was looking at, and there was a third girl, who paid no attention to me at all.
I turned around and walked away, I am old man, or at least getting old you know (so I told myself at that time), I was at that time, and I’m several years older now of course. But what took place in the following hour or so was amazing. I walked over to Como Park, it was but a few blocks away, there the lake was, and so I simply leaned against a tree, again I saw the disc, the sphere, spacecraft, it read my thinking process again. And this time there was some wishful thinking going on in my head. Here is what took place:
‘[the Voice said:] undress, standstill, and we will remold you, it is called a transformation, and you will look similar to that young boy….’ And I did what the voice said, and my body got red hot, something from the ship was hitting me. I couldn’t´ move if I wanted to. Then my skin bubbled, and I heard the voice again say “
‘Close your eyes’ and I did. And my skin got numb, and hot, and needle like pricks went through the skin, and a crust, like a casing came over me, except the inner eye sockets. And then I heard the voice again, “Jump into the water and wash yourself, we shall monitor you, see how you are doing with your new transformation.” The voice was more an echo through a machine it sounded like.
“I did wash myself, and when I came out from the lake, a few folks got mule-eyed at me, and turned their heads. But I put my cloths on quickly, went to the bathroom at the pavilion, by the lake, and to my amazement, I was that boy I saw, almost perfect, so my reflection showed in the mirrors of the bathroom. Then I heard the voice again say, “You will be old inside, but new on the outside.” And as I looked at myself in the mirror a second time, I couldn’t believe my eyes yet. I was that boy.
“I went back to that place where those girls were, and the one blond fancied me, and that was the beginning of different life for me. She was of course, forth some years younger than I, and my voice was deeper than a young chap, but it was never too deep even when I was young.”
This was of course many years ago, perhaps (I was 17 years old in 1964, he was perhaps 65, if indeed he was 59, when he says he met the girls, he died I think in 1976, he would have been somewhere around 76 years old, and his wife, 27 or so, she never knew); he has long since been dead as I’ve mentioned. Folks couldn’t figure it out, especially his wife, whom was 40-years younger than he, and she thinking he was but three or four years her senior. And perhaps this was my first experience with what I call my adventures into the Cadaverous Planets series. Whatever, he enjoyed his marriage, if I recall, and his wife, whom was in the process of divorcing him anyhow, got $5000-dollars from his insurance. So you can’t beat that. True or not true, I will never know for certain, but I kind of miss his ramping about.
Written: 2-19-2007
Mick and Me
It was back in 1963, or ’64, when my brother and I were up by Rice School had left his presence for a spell, and went over by the small grocery store, when I returned, my brother was staring, looking up into the sky. He’s about six foot one, I’m about five foot eight inches tall. I was at that time slim and muscular, my brother, somewhat, pleasingly plump. He said, “You know what I saw Lee?” And I said of course, “No, what?”
“You won’t believe me,” Mick commented.
“Try me, “I responded. And here is what he said: “I just saw a round space craft, it was held still in the atmosphere (he is at this time sixteen years old, I am fourteen),” then he sucked in his breath as if to let it all out at once and said, “It lit up, like the moon, light all around it,” and he looked about to see if he could find the craft or perhaps its silhouette, “It was descending, closer me, and then you showed up.”
Back in the ‘60s we young folk were doing many things, but our neighborhood was not into all those drugs, if I recall right, although who knows, but somehow I do feel his story was creditable. Now for another story which somehow I feel links into this one.
Transformation
Sid and Me
I knew the fellow, we went to school together, but he never wanted to go, he just would come and pick me up at the edge of the street that led into the school, and he’d take me off and we’d get drunk, and pick up girls. I was seventeen at the time, and he was nineteen. He always seemed older to me, I mean, as if he had the wisdom or insight, or foresight, whatever you are suppose to have in your later years (perhaps fifties), he had at nineteen years old, no questions asked, he did, simple as that. His first name was Sid, I will not tell you his last name, because he has passed on, some years ago, many years ago, to be truthful.
Here is the story he told me:
“I was walking, just walking, that’s all, and believe it or not, a spacecraft was following me. Yes, I said a spacecraft. Perhaps other folks saw it, or thought they saw it, because it was there, and gone as fast as a clap of an eye. But I saw it. I was…( he hesitates) you won’t believe this, but its true, I was 59-years old at the time this took place, I looked back then, as if I was sixteen or seventeen, yes, I proclaim to be nineteen now, but I’m really much older, if I told you, it would be hard to absorb. Anyhow, I was walking, and I saw this young boy, he was handsome, very good looking, built like you, several years ago, and it stayed in my head, and as the ship followed me, for the few minutes, it seemed to be extracting information from and of my thinking, thinking I say, of and at the moment. Even though I was spellbound of this spacecraft, I was thinking nonetheless, it was perhaps a delusion, illusion, something of that matter. And the boy came back into my mind.
“Well, as I turned the corner to walk a little further, I saw three lovely, shapely girls, in bikinis, lovely as three smooth looking sunflowers, and it was of course summer, and Elvis was of course popular and they were playing one of his records, in the backyard by their pool, resting on towels (this was of course in Minnesota). One of the girls, a blond, with shapely legs, and just the right curves, like a hard pear, she looked at me looking, and smiled, and went back to her friends. A black girl was there, and she turned around, she looked more Spanish Black, than black-black, and she also had a great pear shape as she twisted around to see what the blond was looking at, and there was a third girl, who paid no attention to me at all.
I turned around and walked away, I am old man, or at least getting old you know (so I told myself at that time), I was at that time, and I’m several years older now of course. But what took place in the following hour or so was amazing. I walked over to Como Park, it was but a few blocks away, there the lake was, and so I simply leaned against a tree, again I saw the disc, the sphere, spacecraft, it read my thinking process again. And this time there was some wishful thinking going on in my head. Here is what took place:
‘[the Voice said:] undress, standstill, and we will remold you, it is called a transformation, and you will look similar to that young boy….’ And I did what the voice said, and my body got red hot, something from the ship was hitting me. I couldn’t´ move if I wanted to. Then my skin bubbled, and I heard the voice again say “
‘Close your eyes’ and I did. And my skin got numb, and hot, and needle like pricks went through the skin, and a crust, like a casing came over me, except the inner eye sockets. And then I heard the voice again, “Jump into the water and wash yourself, we shall monitor you, see how you are doing with your new transformation.” The voice was more an echo through a machine it sounded like.
“I did wash myself, and when I came out from the lake, a few folks got mule-eyed at me, and turned their heads. But I put my cloths on quickly, went to the bathroom at the pavilion, by the lake, and to my amazement, I was that boy I saw, almost perfect, so my reflection showed in the mirrors of the bathroom. Then I heard the voice again say, “You will be old inside, but new on the outside.” And as I looked at myself in the mirror a second time, I couldn’t believe my eyes yet. I was that boy.
“I went back to that place where those girls were, and the one blond fancied me, and that was the beginning of different life for me. She was of course, forth some years younger than I, and my voice was deeper than a young chap, but it was never too deep even when I was young.”
This was of course many years ago, perhaps (I was 17 years old in 1964, he was perhaps 65, if indeed he was 59, when he says he met the girls, he died I think in 1976, he would have been somewhere around 76 years old, and his wife, 27 or so, she never knew); he has long since been dead as I’ve mentioned. Folks couldn’t figure it out, especially his wife, whom was 40-years younger than he, and she thinking he was but three or four years her senior. And perhaps this was my first experience with what I call my adventures into the Cadaverous Planets series. Whatever, he enjoyed his marriage, if I recall, and his wife, whom was in the process of divorcing him anyhow, got $5000-dollars from his insurance. So you can’t beat that. True or not true, I will never know for certain, but I kind of miss his ramping about.
Written: 2-19-2007
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