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We knew each other in the “biblical” sense of the word: we held our trysts in the kitchen of the church basement after Bible Study let out. They never did think to wonder why we were so adamant about being the “clean-up crew”.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 01.17.2014 @ 3:52 am


Speed limits? I prefer to think of them as “speed suggestions”. And most of the time, I don’t TAKE suggestions. I do, however, check my mirrors for troopers as well as other vehicles. I am usually good about slowing down in time, too. Except once, when the trooper was in either an unmarked car or his own, on his way to work. Fortunately, he let me go. I don’t do the flirting thing that some women can do. Nor do I do the crying thing. But I can kiss ass like nobody’s business.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 01.13.2014 @ 8:53 am


You leave a candle burning on the window sill for me as you lay in bed, grieving. I come, but the candle does not draw me here; it is your grief that brings me. My molecules swirl around you, and the chill brings you goosebumps. You merely grumble about the draft and raise the blanket over you more snugly. My love, there is no draft. Look! See that the candle does not flicker! But you do not see. You lie in bed, wishing for me to contact you and do not see that I AM.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 01.12.2014 @ 3:59 am


It is not the hijacking of airplanes that concerns me so much; I don’t travel. It is the hijacking of conversations. It takes me time to ruminate on a subject… to formulate my thoughts and the way in which I wish to express them. People are much too impatient for that. By the time I have decided what I want to say, the conversation has moved on to another topic. That is why I prefer internet conversations. I have time to think before I speak (type!). I can look up words in my dictionary or thesaurus. I can Google. THEN I can type what I wish to say. In real life, one can only speak off the top of one’s head. The obvious is usually on top; for insight, one must dig deeper.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 01.11.2014 @ 4:30 am


There is something about bourbon that is different than other spirits — and I think the word “spirit” is aptly used! It has an almost malevolent effect, and I think it’s because it is distilled from corn. Corn is not digestible by humans; it is only digestible by a creature with several stomachs — say, a cow. I think this is why high-fructose corn syrup is so much more addictive than regular sugar or honey. In any case, I haven’t noticed this effect with other liquors — rye, scotch, vodka. Tequila is in a class by itself. It can make you do some really stupid things, but in the spirit of FUN, not with malevolence. Tequila is actually the only liquor that is a central nervous system STIMULANT. All the rest are central nervous system DEPRESSANTS. Yes… I know WAY too much about alcohol. Undoubtedly this is why I don’t drink anymore.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 01.10.2014 @ 3:43 am


I came back in time to prevent them from meeting and failed. I tried every means to drive them apart. Now, my only alternative was murder, which would negate my very existence and create a paradox. I approached them and felt a sharp pain in the side of my head. I looked up into the balcony as I fell and recognized the sniper as myself.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 01.04.2014 @ 3:58 am


People are always assuming that they really know me, and nowhere is this more apparent than with Christmas gifts. Never mind that I don’t even celebrate the holiday, so I don’t expect gifts in the first place. Invariably they send me wine or sweets. I am a teatotaler and I don’t eat sweets. I make no secret about these dietary quirks. This is WHY I don’t like Christmas. It’s not so much the disappointment at getting a useless gift as the fact that its very uselessness shows how little they really listen to me or know me.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.28.2013 @ 4:11 am


Let the buyer beware, indeed! We do not own what we purchase so much as it owns us. Every new gadget mires us deeper in the material realm as surely as any anchor. A simple life is no guarantee that you will develop spiritually. But it is a necessary step in order to do so.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.27.2013 @ 3:53 am


Okay, people, listen up. Christmas comes EVERY DECEMBER 25, m’kay? So do your shopping beforehand. Don’t wait until the night before. Let the people who work retail for minimum wage get some rest, okay? Cheers.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.25.2013 @ 4:08 am


The blast had leveled the city. The aftershock blew back my hair like a warm breeze. It wasn’t really fair that the devastation at ground zero should feel like a summer day twenty miles away.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.24.2013 @ 3:52 am


Our primary quest in this life — any life, any person — is not about finding a vocation or finding riches. It is not outside ourselves. Our primary quest IS finding our true selves.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.23.2013 @ 3:56 am


She went through her days as one who was in a waking coma. In avoiding pain, she cut herself off from pleasure as well. It never would have even occurred to her to ask whether this was an equitable exchange.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.22.2013 @ 1:31 pm


If is such a small word… yet it contains limitless possibility. Nothing without yourself can limit you; you are only limited by your own imagination.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 12.21.2013 @ 5:16 pm


I staggered into the bedroom, in the grip of a high fever. There, on the bed, his naked skin as pale as marble, lay a man who was not there… could not be there. His skin glowed with a pale fire, his black hair flowing over his back and part of the pillow. I climbed in next to him, delirious with fever and enjoying every minute of it.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 11.27.2011 @ 5:28 pm


The playground was empty, save for the little girl in the black dress who sat upon the swing, motionless, her eyes two vacant holes staring at nothing in particular in the distance. A caring person would go up to her… ask her what’s wrong. But there was something about her aspect that made me stay back… where she could not level that baleful gaze on me.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 09.27.2011 @ 7:18 pm


The darkness in the periphery grew as we went on. Finally, I stopped my companion. “Please. Tell me what it is.”

He looked at me long and hard before answering. “Your body is dying. If you do not remember the circumstances around your death before the blackness prevails, it will be too late to join your soul and move on. Your ego will remain here forever.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 04.01.2011 @ 12:16 pm


“But there IS no here,” I reminded him.


“So how can we escape from here, if it doesn’t exist?”

He smirked. “That is a classic example of a paradox.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.26.2011 @ 12:41 pm


“Can we outrun it?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Impossible. It will approach us at the same rate no matter where we go. We are not in a spatial plane. There is no ‘here’ or ‘there’. It will catch up with us regardless of where we are, as long as we remain here.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.22.2011 @ 12:25 pm


“Are you going to tell me what it is?” I asked trepidatiously.

“Sorry. That is not our policy.” An attempt at humor, but I could tell he was anxious as well.

“But you know.”

“Yes. I know. Just try to look upon it as ‘encouragement’ to get out of here.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.21.2011 @ 12:24 pm


As we walked along, I thought I detected movement out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head to look at it, the shape receded, only to come back again when I had almost thought it a visual anomaly.

My companion gave me a sidelong glance. “You have seen it, haven’t you?”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.19.2011 @ 12:08 pm


As we walked, I suddenly realized that it didn’t matter to me whether I got wherever it was that I was supposed to be. I was starting to actually enjoy myself with my strange companion in this surreal locale. All I wanted was for this to continue.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.18.2011 @ 12:51 pm


I smiled at him, despite the seriousness of my present situation. On an impulse, I reached out and took his hand. Awkwardly, he clasped it in his as we wandered aimlessly along the river. As we walked, our steps fell into the same gait and our silence was more companionable than strained.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.14.2011 @ 12:35 pm


“I feel very much like the White Queen,” I stated.

“How so?” he asked, the edges of his mouth turning upwards.

“I’m starting to believe more than 6 impossible things before breakfast.”

“So you think this is all impossible, do you? Bumblebees!”


“It’s aerodynamically impossible for them to fly. But they do.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.08.2011 @ 12:24 pm


“I think I believe you,” I told him, surprising myself. “Even you… it’s almost as if…” I stopped, my face reddening.

“As if what?” he prodded gently.

I looked at him, my eyes taking in every aspect of his features. “It’s as if I know you from somewhere. Every once in a while, I get a fleeting bit of memory. But I’ve never met you. I’d have remembered.”

“No, you never met me… in THAT lifetime.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.07.2011 @ 1:00 pm


My eyes swept the area from horizon to horizon.

“If I created this,” I said, “then that explains a lot.”

“How so?”

“It all has an unfinished look to it. Not like the reality I remember at all. It’s more like my drawings — where I draw the important features, but the details are either sketchy or non-existent.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.06.2011 @ 1:06 pm


“Are you saying that i,” I gestured around me, “control all this?”

He squinted. “Not so much control. You created it. Once it’s created, it is out of your hands. It behaves according to the physics of this realm. And before you ask… no. I do not know what they are.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 03.04.2011 @ 12:44 pm


I snorted. “Well, I must have made it on the cheap, then. I can’t imagine a bleaker place.”

“Well, you DID imagine it,” he said. “This,” he gestured expansively, “mirrors your state of mind.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 02.28.2011 @ 12:19 pm


“Your level of reality is here,” he said, pointing to a sphere at the bottom of the page. “You SHOULD go HERE next,” pointing to the one directly above it. “Instead, there is a strong possibility that you are in some small pocket of parallel reality that is unknown to both our levels.”

I was horrified. “How could no one KNOW about it?”

“Because YOU created it yourself.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 02.26.2011 @ 12:17 pm


He pointed to the various spheres on the flow chart, explaining as he went. “These tables show various levels of existence. The higher you go on the chart, the higher the vibrational level and the finer the matter. This one, at the top, is simply pure energy — no matter at all.”

» Posted By mimimanderly On 02.25.2011 @ 3:00 pm


As I handed him the chart, my eyes met his. I took a REALLY close look at him for the first time since this ordeal began. I brought my fingers to my lips.

“Mangoes,” I said. “I taste mangoes. What does it mean?”

Meeting my persistent gaze, he said, “It means that you are remembering. Just not the information that you NEED to remember.”

He sighed heavily and looked at the chart.

» Posted By mimimanderly On 02.22.2011 @ 12:43 pm

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