realmarkeology

So I need to start out first by saying that I have no clue yet who this voice is. I'm only referring to him as AM Static Jesus for now because it seemed funny at first. But now even that is weirding me out. The radio is freaking gone. Burnt spot gone. Voice is silent for 10 days straight.  Now I'm questioning the entire experience. Maybe it's some random fugue state like Breaking Bad. I'm sitting in my basement, putting some product stuff together for this small batch skin care thing I'm doing.  "Hey Google. Play some music." Weird but familiar new wave 80's keyboards. Google is playing "Are you Ready" by Degarmo & Key.  Weird.  "Hey Google. Skip song." INXS - Not Enough Time Skip. Johnny Cash - Hurt. Skip. U2 - The Wanderer (lyrics follow & worth a read) I went out walking Through streets paved with gold Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones Of a city without a soul I went out walking Under an atomic sky Where the grou...

I woke up dry heaving, worst hangover since...oof...the Bush Administration?  There was a horrible screeching - like teeth grinding against the fork while eating, but really loud and add chalkboard fingernails sound in my head. I didn't want to open my eyes. But suddenly I smelled smoke and saw reddish flickering lights beyond my eye lids.  I open my eyes  The radio was on fire.  Literally.  It had 2 shot glasses of overflowing alcohol on fire. Very pretty blue flame. No clue where they came from.  The screeching was horrible, so I sat up straight, holding my ears.  Everything went away. Gone. Instantly. Nausea. Headache. Screeching.  All suddenly gone. And what I can only describe as a deeper kind of quiet than I've personally known.      "Good morning!" with the kind of morning cheer that I loathe. It was him again. And I'm not capitalizing that because I'm not quite sure who this is yet or what's going on.  I just woke up. I...

I have no clue how this is supposed to start so that people will pay attention to it. Ears to hear and all that.  So, I think it's supposed to be done something like this. (Ahem) "The Word of the Lord came to his bastard son Mark, saying I forgive thee in advance for alliterations or references to Screwtape, Monty Python, or others that may be interpreted as sacrilege by those who seek to find fault. For the real points & messages therein are true and worthy of consideration." Ugh, you know. Why be pretentious, even though it's possible? There's a reason the KJV isn't used very much these days. So, just normal writing - right?  It was earlier tonight while attempting to repair an old radio that the "event" started.  The radio wasn't even plugged in. It didn't have a cord. I had just installed a new power source.  And yet....that AM hiss at night with the atmosphere. That faint static filled signal spoke to me as if by my own name. It kind...

Solomon was right. 

Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in the train station. Lieutenant Blandford was excited. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months. The woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly. In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear in fighting the battle. He had received her answer: “Of course you fear … all brave men do. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: ‘Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.’ ” And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength. Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six, his face grew sharp. People were walking fast. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, b...