Om Prakash John Gilmore
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John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
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The Inner Silence:
I was all packed up and ready to go. This had really been an interesting trip, especially the people I had met the last day here, or had I? I looked at my watch. Someone was supposed to meet me this morning to take me to their secret underground world, but no one was here. I could have guessed, even though I don’t know how they pulled off what I had seen the night before. It all seemed so real.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I used to hear them talking about me. I guess you could say they were spirits, or angels, or something. As I got older I ignored the voices. They went away eventually as I sat in my small room reading my science fiction books and fantasy books. I couldn’t get enough of those books until something strange happened--I got a hold of a book on spirituality and shamanism. I was very young.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
We Don’t Know
“Why aren’t there any real women in space? That's what I want to know!” Berry practically shouted. I looked around the room and saw some of the security women shake their heads. They weren’t exactly the women we knew about on Earth. They were from distant planets. They weren’t exactly like the women on Earth, but they were female, I guess. It wasn’t any of my business, to be truthful, and I hadn’t looked down the front of their pants.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
The Other Way
I am so exhausted that I find it hard to write. I have been traveling all day and wearing a mask for more than 10 hours, barely able to breath. I got out of bed at 430AM in Philadelphia, rushed to the airport, and have been going ever since. Here, in CR, it is only 8PM, but my body knows it is really 10. I have a choice...to try to stay up until my normal bedtime or to just go to bed right now and possibly wake up in the middle of the night. That really isn’t a choice for me.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Wander
The Sweetness and The Rapture
It’s so quiet and lonely that sometimes I can’t stand it. Sitting here on the wall and looking out over the beach at the sea makes me feel empty. I don’t really know if it makes me feel empty or full--too full to overflowing maybe. It’s like the sky, the sea, the moon and stars, and the soft crashing of the waves want to swallow me up and take me to a higher place where my limited understanding just can’t seem to go.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
Journeys In Northern NH
A small town, almost a village in Northern NH near Conway, the prime time tourist location in the winter for skiing, sledding, snowshoeing and winter sports, and in the summer hiking the many trails and pine forests, sits quietly and tranquil today.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Wander
The Yoga Of Sound
The Yoga Of Sound: Pilgrimage to Tamil Nadu This was a new type of school. I read that it was supposed to combine spirituality and spiritual practice with social justice. I guess that’s why I wasn’t surprised to find myself far away from home in Oakland CA at the University of Creation Spirituality in a doctoral program doing movement and prayer early in the morning, taking a class on Evil--What it is and Where it Comes From, mid morning, and studying Nada Yoga in the afternoon.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Wander
And Then I Was Alone
And Then I Was Alone John W. Gilmore “Who are you?” I asked through narrowed lids. I couldn’t believe it. I had climbed to the mountain top step by step, slowly one step after the other, and was exhausted. On the top of Mt. Washington it was cold. Forty mile per hour winds were blowing around me, threatening to sweep me off into a horrible death. It was 20 below zero, and here she was. A strange looking woman just standing there, at the peak, in a tee-shirt and jeans, with her hands on her hips. Her hair was hardly blowing.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Humans
The Infiltration Game
The Infiltration Game John W. Gilmore Science Can Save The Day -- Chapter 1 I slid the new laser charge pack into my rifle as I answered. “Well Jerome, we all want peace, don’t we?” I lifted the rifle and looked through the sight to make sure it was all set for the upcoming battle. “But we don’t really have that choice now, do we? The women have gone crazy.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Futurism
