the gypsies' journey...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real -
imagined and/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -

SO come along with me and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -


My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

Monday, August 31, 2009

and still...

The atom bombs are piling up in the factories,
the police are prowling through the cities,
the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers,
but the earth
is still going


Sunday, August 30, 2009

fantastic worlds - yours and mine and more...

"As fantastic as it may sound,

the 'new physics' called

quantum mechanics

posits that there exists,

side by side with this world,

another world,

a parallel universe,

a duplicate copy that is...slightly different...yet the same.

And not just two parallel worlds, but three, four, and even more.

No less than an infinite number of them.

In each of these universes,

you, I, and all the others who live,

have lived, will live, will have ever lived,

are alive."

Saturday, August 29, 2009

ufo's in the desert and guns at area childhood travels...

as a child, my family traveled very frequently - if we were not relocating to a new home because of our father's work [more on his work later], we were taking cross-country road trips - our favorite places were in the southwest's wide open barren landscapes where the road stretched forever without interruption and the lights of the next town miles and miles away could be seen with the naked eye on the dark night horizon - my particular favorite thing was this night riding - riding in the back seat of our "car of the year" with our parents in the front seat and my brother and sister and i taking turns at riding by the windows - when it was my turn for a window seat, i would stay awake as long as i could - just to watch the night sky - the sky dark as black velvet - peppered with millions of tiny flashing stars - and during those "night rides" during the late 1940's through 1950's in west texas, new mexico, arizona, nevada, specifically -

it was nothing at all unusual for odd flying "things" to be seen in the skies - i mean, to us, it was nothing unusual - i remember it being so common place that one of my parents might comment, "oh, there's another flying cigar" - most of the objects that we saw were referred to as "flying cigars" because of their cylindrical shape - and the ones i remember had a row of flashing lights that went round the circumference of the object - we were never fearful of these things - not my parents or us kids - many many times we pulled over on the side of the road to watch the object - sometimes there was more than just one at a time - the most recent sighting of my childhood time was when we were traveling to lubbock texas to the funeral of my step grandfather - and traveling into the night, we saw another cigar shaped objects with the flashing lights - and i remember my parents talking about it with us and i remember looking out the window to watch it as we drove -

shortly after the 1947 roswell incident, we actually went to roswell just to see whatever was there to be seen - there were signs and billboards and posters about aliens and space ships everywhere -

sometime toward the middle-end of the 50's we also went to a place which i am sure is "area 51" - my parents didn't refer to it by name and when they spoke of it, it was always in hush-hush tones - which we knew meant something serious but we didn't know what - in any event, on this summer trip we were going cross-country to california - and in nevada we took a little "side trip" - and, again, these little "side trips" were nothing at all unusual for us - i mean, my mother might see a billboard for a group of caves 35 miles down the next road to the right - and off we would go - or she might see a mountain in the distance and decide that she had to have a rock from THAT mountain and off we'd go - so, we never really had a fixed agenda at all - ever - and this excursion was no exception -

in any event, on this side trip, i remember the desert and mountains around us - at some point my father turned off the two lane road and onto a dirt road - windows down and dirt blowing in - my parents whispering - we kids sitting and looking and not saying a word - there was just something that we didn't understand and we knew to be quiet at times like that - i remember seeing warning signs after a while - signs prohibiting going further - signs warning that trespassers would be shot without question - and i remember my father never slowing down and the dirt swirling around us wrapping us like a hot cocoon in the car - and then, we stopped - my father first got out of the car, then my mother - and we were told to stay in the car - my father walked in front of the car for a ways and my mother a bit behind - they carried a camera with them - by then, we were transfixed by it all - i can still remember the sound of it - the absolute total silence - the sound of the silence - at some point, my brother and sister and i got out of the car and started walking toward our parents who were standing closer together now but my mother still behind - and then i remember my mother pleading, "charles, charles, we have to leave - get back in the car - we're going to be shot!" -- over and over - and turning to rush us to the car - as i turned something caught my eye and i looked over my right shoulder - there, on an embankment in the distance was a man with a rifle pointed directly at us - my mother kept begging my father to get back in the car - but he stood there, then turned toward the man with the gun - and stood there - looking back - i remember turning again to look back at my father as we got to the car and got inside - and he was still in the same turned position looking directly at the man - then, he turned toward the car and walked back, got in the car, and we drove away - not one word was said all the way to the main highway - i do remember my mother kept turning to look behind us on the road - but neither of them said a word - now, i have no memory of this incidence ever being discussed again - ever - and i do not remember ever having seen any photographs taken that day - i cannot definitively say that this was "area 51" - and i cannot say that this was a military installation - i cannot say that the man with the gun was military or a cowboy or an alien or anything else - i cannot say that the weapon the man pointed was a rifle [it had a long barrel and the man had it up to his shoulder] -

in terms of my father's work - i cannot say for sure even what that was - i can say that we were told that he was a "purchasing agent" for the government [but not active military] - i can say that we kids knew that he could not tell our mother where he was going or why he was going when he traveled without us [which was also very frequently] - i can say that our mother once made the mistake, according to my sister who remembers this event very clearly - and only once - of divulging something that our father had told her regarding his work and upon telling her, admonished her that she could tell NO ONE - and then, within a few days something appeared in the news media and our father rushed home, demanding to know with whom our mother had discussed whatever it was that could not be discussed and was furious to learn that she had, in fact, divulged something to a friend -

what i CAN say is that my siblings and i witnessed something extraordinary that day at that place - and that somehow my father knew of this place, knew where it was and how to approach it secretly -

mission control: we have a UFO...

"At no time,
when the astronauts
were in space
were they alone:
there was a
constant surveillance
by UFOs."

--NASA's Scott Carpenter
"Mission control,
We have a UFO
pacing our position,
request instructions!"

Astronaut Cady Coleman, NADA Transmission on Shuttle Mission STS-73
"All Apollo and Gemini flights
were followed,
both at a distance
and sometimes also quite closely,
by space vehicles of
extraterrestrial origin
flying saucers, or UFOs,
if you want to call them
by that name.
Every time it occurred,
the astronauts informed
Mission Control,
who then ordered
absolute silence

--Maurice Chatelain, former chief of NASA Communications Systems.

1971-Apollo 15, Mission Dates: July 26-August 7, CDR: David Scott, CMP: Alfred Worden, LMP: James Irwin Importance: First use of the Lunar Rover, extended Lunar exploration time, focus on on field geology. NASA archives (photo No AS15-85-11514) Astronaut David Scott on slope of Hadley Delta. UFO is seen at top just right of center.

other worlds...

There are infinite worlds
both like and unlike this world of ours….
We must believe
that in all other worlds
there are
living creatures and
other things
we see in this world.

epicurus in letter to herodotus

Friday, August 28, 2009

Our birth is but
a sleep and a forgetting.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
and not in utter nakedness,


many worlds...

So many worlds
so much to do
so little done

Thursday, August 27, 2009

the legend of lucy keyes...

speaking of ghosts - did anyone see the LMN movie about lucy keyes tonight? the thing that caught my attention was that it was based upon a true story - afterward, i couldn't resist googling the name and this article dated february 4, 2005 popped up -

The Legend of Lucy Keyes

By John Stimpson

Julie Delpy and Justin Theroux, stars of the forthcoming The Legend of Lucy Keyes movie.

The following story is true:

Robert Keyes and his family moved to Princeton, Massachusetts in 1751. They purchased a large tract of land, some 200 acres, on the southeastern slope of Wachusett Mountain.

On April 14, 1755, Keyes's daughter Lucy, who was 4 years old at the time, followed her sisters to fetch some sand from Wachusett Lake. Lucy never returned from the lake. She vanished in the woods that day never to be heard from again.

The towns-people made every effort to find the girl. Search parties combed the woods, the lake was dragged, all to no avail. Martha Keyes, Lucy's mother, was pushed to the edge of insanity by her grief over losing her daughter. Every evening she searched the woods calling her daughter's name.

Martha died in 1786. She never found Lucy.

Several years after the deaths of both Martha and Robert Keyes, a letter was found describing, in gruesome detail, the murder of little Lucy Keyes. The letter was from Tilly Littlejohn, the Keyes's hermit-like neighbor, who was furious over a property line quarrel with Keyes. To cleanse his dying soul he admitted on his deathbed that he found the girl, Lucy, in the woods and killed her by hitting her on the head with a rock. He then stuffed her body in a hollow log and waited until nightfall to return and bury her body under an uprooted tree.

Many people believe that Martha Keyes still haunts the wooded hillsides of Wachusett Mountain calling, "Lu - cy… Lu - cy.” And witnesses still experience the spirits of both Martha and Lucy Keyes to this day.

The Legend of Lucy Keyes is the subject of a full-length motion picture currently in post production starring Julie Delpy (Before Sunset, American Werewolf in Paris) and Justin Theroux (Mulholland Drive, Charlie’s Angles Full Throttle). The film was shot entirely on location on and around Wachusett Mountain in Princeton, Massachusetts -- the site of the actual haunting.

Recent email from a witness to the spirit:


I saw the TV show, Chronicle (channel 5) and was interested in your Web site, having hiked Wachusett Mountain many times.

Once at your site, the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got the chills. My hiking boots have spent many hours exploring the trails on that mountain. Many years ago hiking alone, I thought I heard a name being called. A breeze was blowing through the trees that day and the weather was favorable. Figuring it was just weird, I stopped and rubbed my ears. The calling went on for another 60 seconds. It sounded like the name was riding on the wind, drifting though the trees. (The general area was somewhere on the side where the visitor's center is located.) Figuring I was just hearing things, I kept hiking. It never really clicked until now.

In the near future, I'll take a trip to the cemetery where Lucy's mother is buried, for nothing more than paying my respects. That's an awful fate to be dealt in life. Horrific by any standards.

Thank you for sharing her story and best wishes on your film.
-John T.

Pictures of spirits haunting our set

Shooting is now complete, but while we were in production we evidently disrupted the spirits at the Meetinghouse Cemetery where Martha Keyes is buried. These two photographs of Julie Delpy, me (John Stimpson), and our crew show some strange phenomenon. Alex Stark and Eric Shade, two local paranormal enthusiasts took these photographs and had them analyzed by Worcester ghost expert and researcher Sean Smith. Sean drew the following intriguing conclusions:

Filming shot #1

"In the picture labled [Filming shot #1] (see above), there does appear to be ectoplasmic vapor of a spirit by the wall (between the tree and the young lady in the shawl). With this type of spirit energy it is theorized that the spirit is at rest (not moving). This picture is interesting, but I have to say that the picture labeled [Filming shot #2] (see below) is far more interesting. This picture also shows ectoplasmic vapor, but -- more fascinating -- there is also evidence of a portal. A portal being a the doorway between our dimension and the world of the spirits' dimension. If you look closely, at about 11:00 above the head of the lady with the blue hat, you will see a swirling distortion of the tree, grass and headstones. The tree branches are also distorted. By contrast, the right side of the picture is sharper. The dark line across the ground is part of the ectoplasmic pattern. It is connected in kind of a spidery pattern as part of the vapor."

Filming shot #2

There were many other unexplained weather, wind, and sounds that were blamed on Martha Keyes during the shoot. Nothing malevolent though. I think she was just letting her presence be known. It is my belief that she approved of the project, since we stayed so true to the story.

the in-between...

the best thing about dreams
is that fleeting moment
when you are between
asleep and awake

when you don't know
the difference between
reality and fantasy
when for just that one moment
you feel with
your entire soul
that the
dream is reality
it really happened

the king of intention...

I am the greatest,
I said that even before I knew I was.

I figured that if I said it enough,
I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.

It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief.
And once that belief becomes a deep conviction,
things begin to happen.

a piece of the pie...

a human being is
of the whole
called by us
a part limited in
he experiences
thoughts and feelings
as something
separated from the rest -

a kind of
optical delusion
of his
consciousness -

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


...During the period of conspiracies ...
It was impossible to murder me at the time.
Had I already fulfilled my destiny?
I feel as if I am being driven
towards an unknown goal.
As soon as it is attained and
there will no longer be any use for me,
an atom will be sufficient to annihilate me;
but until then,
all human efforts
...will be powerless

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

i am...

do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there
i do not sleep

i am in a thousand winds that blow
i am the softly falling snow
i am the gentle showers of rain
i am the fields of ripening grain
i am in the morning hush
i am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
i am the starshine of the night
i am in the flowers that bloom
i am in a quiet room
i am in the birds that sing
i am in each lovely thing
do not stand at my grave
and cry
i am not there

Monday, August 24, 2009

vision quest...

For I dipped
into the
far as the human eye could see;
saw the vision of the world,
and all the

that would be.


He who experiences the
unity of life
his own
in all beings,

in his own
looks on everything

Friday, August 21, 2009

our star...

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul
that rises with us,
our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting.
And cometh from afar."

the window...

The soul comes from without
into the human body,

as into a temporary abode,
and it goes out of it anew
it passes into other habitations,
for the soul is immortal -
It is the secret of the world
that all things subsist and do not die,
but only retire a little from sight
and afterwards return again -
Nothing is dead;
men feign themselves dead,
and endure mock funerals
and there they stand
looking out of the window,
sound and well,
in some
disguise -


the spirits speak

Thursday, August 20, 2009

SUNshine on my mind...

hot molten tempetuous radiant red orange ball
leaving us in rapture and enthralled
soft soft glowing yellow
swaying slowly in the sea of mellow

a little SUNthing for everyONE...

shades of blue
to help you find the who of you
shades of green
to cast a glow on
what you've seen

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

the universe of i...

i stand at the seashore alone and start to think
there are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison
ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now
for whom - for what?
on a dead planet with no life to entertain
never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space
a mite makes the sea roar
deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of
one another till complex new ones are formed
they make others like themselves
and a new dance starts
growing in size and complexity
living things - masses of atoms - DNA - protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate
out of the cradle onto the dry land
here it is standing
atoms with consciousness
matter with curiosity
stands at the sea
wonders at wondering
a universe of atoms


Monday, August 17, 2009

the order...

The whole history
science has been the gradual
realization that events do not
in an arbitrary manner, but that they reflect a certain
underlying order
, which may or may not be divinely inspired -

Sunday, August 16, 2009

rob and trish - sending beautiful sunny thoughts...

rob and trish -
sending beautiful sunny day thoughts your way -

the bracelet of the universe...

a gift from the gods
requires no words

the web of us...the WE of us...

an infinite series of time -
in a dizzily growing -
ever spreading network of diverging,
converging and parallel times -
this web of time -
the strands of which approach one another -
bifurcate -
intersect or ignore each other
through the centuries -
embrace every possibility -
we do not exist in most of them -
in some you exist and not i -
while in others i do -
and you do not -
and in yet others both of us exist -
in this one, in which chance has favored me,
you have come to my gate -
in addition, you, crossing the garden,
have found me dead -
in yet another,
i say these very same words,
but am an error
- a phantom -

the boy and the pebble...

i do not know
what i may appear
to the world
but to myself i seem to have been
only a boy
playing on the seashore
directing myself in now and then
finding a
smoother pebble or a prettier shell
than ordinary
whilst the great ocean of truth
lay all undiscovered

Saturday, August 15, 2009

the path taken...

as a single footstep
will not

make a path
on the earth,
so a single thought
will not make a pathway in the mind.

To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must
think over and over
the kind of thoughts
we wish to
dominate our lives.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

the fragile blue crescent...

"Up there in the
immensity of the Cosmos
an inescapable perception awaits us.

National boundaries are not evident
when we view the Earth from space.

Fanatical ethnic, religious or national chauvinisms
are a little difficult to maintain

when we see our planet as a
fragile blue crescent
fading to become an
inconspicuous point of light
against the bastion and
citadel of the stars."

not yet...

"Teller contended, not implausibly,
that hydrogen bombs keep the peace,
or at least prevent thermonuclear war,
because the consequences of
warfare between nuclear powers
are now too dangerous.
We haven't had a
nuclear war


But all such arguments assume
that the nuclear-armed nations
are and always will be,
without exception,
rational actors,
and that bouts of
anger and revenge and madness
will never overtake their leaders
(or military and secret police officers
in charge of nuclear weapons).
In the century of Hitler and Stalin,
this seems ingenuous."

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

the daughter...

I am the
daughter of Earth and Water,

And the
nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change,

wrapped in the arms of orange...

sombrero galaxy


sun storm

star light star bright where do you take me on this night
dancing round the rim the red hot brim
keep me safe from harm
save me from the storm
back to earth

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

plants and people and intentions...

"A fascinating
of the

Published in 1973, The Secret Life of Plants was written by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird.

on the wings of imagination...



the whole universe is a
vast ocean of consciousness
and your intentions shoot out
from within your heart and
ripple across the
vast ocean of consciousness...

the midnight illusion...

The self is
an illusion
arising as a reflection
of the soul in matter,
much as a clear lake
at midnight


Monday, August 10, 2009

the closing of our eyes...

when all our eyes are closed,
when even the ghosts have gone,

what will be left of our
beloved world?
our ruined

Sunday, August 9, 2009

the whole circle...

a human being is
part of the WHOLE
called by us UNIVERSE

a part limited in TIME and SPACE
we experience OURSELVES, out THOUGHTS, and FEELINGS
as something separate from the rest -
this delusion is a kind of PRISON for us
restricting us to our personal desires
and to affection for a few persons nearest to us -
our task must be to FREE OURSELVES from the prison
by widening our CIRCLE OF COMPASSION
to embrace all living creatures and
we shall require a substantially new MANNER OF THINKING

image and separate article:

the blue black hole...


Saturday, August 8, 2009

dates with life and death...

when the day began, i had no idea that i would be putting together this particular post - a day that began bleak and dismal turned into an incredibly beautiful sunny balmy day that called for sunny dispositions and light fare otherwise - in any event, after going out and about in the blue skies for several hours, my only intent was to just dabble with a bit of creative verse upon which i'm trying to work - but my attentions became distracted and i ended up browsing the net for a bit, coming across, i'm not sure how, an obituary for my paternal grandfather [papastrap] - it is one i had found online several years and had downloaded into my genealogy records - but i came across it online a few hours ago and began re-reading it and realized for the first time several little oddities in the information -

the main story of his death is that papastrap, born june 15, 1884, at the time of his death june 2, 1946, lived in winnfield louisiana with my grandmother [mamastrap] - however, when he died, he was in coffeyville kansas with my father accompanying him by car from louisiana upon the death of my grandfather's brother - my great uncle had just died two days previously of a heart attack, on friday, may 31, 1946 [within hours of june 1] and papastrap and my father had traveled to coffeyville for his funeral which was to be monday - the night before the funeral, papastrap went to bed in his hotel room about 8:00 pm and my father retired to his own room - the next morning, at 8:00 am, my father went to papastrap's room where he discovered my grandfather dead - also from a heart attack, as it turned out - papastrap was 61 years old - his brother who had just died was 60 -papastrap had seven [7] siblings, including his brother who had just died * -

papastrap was born june 15, 1884
papastrap died june 2, 1946
papastrap's father died in june 1933
his mother's mother was born in june 1837
mamastrap's father died in june 1908
his brother [who just died] died on may 31 within hours of june 1946 and was buried june 1946
his brother [who just died] was married in june 1925
his brother who had just died was born in june [1886]
another brother died in june [1970]
two [2] sisters died in june [1961 and 1950]
papastrap's date of birth numerologically is 33 and his date of death is 11 - both master numbers
his brother's [who just died] numerological death date is 11
papastrap, his brother and my father all died of a heart attack
the last time my father saw papastrap alive was 8:00 pm - he found him dead at 8:00 am

[*i do not have the date of death for one of the siblings]