Post by jack hamilton on Aug 14, 2010 14:39:50 GMT -5
I like this word application where it does the numbers for me as I write things down.
8. See?
Get some hounds and go hunting
{1. Back cover…}
I was in a coma for 5 weeks.
I saw my favorite old hound cotton Joe.
His eyes were full of tears and he told me telepathically:
“ I can’t believe you are grieving for us after all these years.”
“We really suffered when we died but we are all alright now.
You are the only one suffering and it really hurts me!”
“You never got another hound, you never set another trap,
you never hunted at all.
You bought that motorcycle and ride it to that bar
way out in the country, late at night,
you sit on the back porch by your self
and get drunk,
you don’t talk to anyone and you don’t have any friends.
And you are getting old.
You are missing your life.
“Get you some hounds and go hunting.
I would be there with you if I could but I can’t.”
“I told this to a friend who has cut my hair for years,
she was crying,
and said Jack that was not your dog, that was God!”
Another girl I happened to meet on the phone only once,
a week before, who had a red bone hound for sale,
said the same thing upon hearing this story.
“Jack that was not your dog, that was God.”
You said you couldn’t see God when he spoke to you,
but you could see your dog, Jack that was not your dog,
that was God!”
“God loves you and does not want you to suffer.”
“He knows what is in your heart
and knows how to reach you!”
Chapter #1.
Visions and Miracles
Write everything I can remember
about the time I had a coma and was out,
the waking up and Marci was there,
how I went back to sleep with great relief because
she was there.
How once after I was awake and the room
had several people in it.
And Carol from Denver called to say hi and wish me luck.
And I said {and meant it} that I love you Carol
more than anyone else in the world.
And Marci was right there,
and I said to Carol, as I opened my eyes,
wow Marci is right here,
and I of course love Marci
more than anybody else in the world too!
{And I of course meant that equally as much}
I seem to have talked my self into a corner
and probably should let you go Carol
while I am still ahead.
And a nurse said:
"Jack, you are not that much ahead.”
Of course Carol must be a character in the book,
people will want to know who the ladies in my life are.
And since there are only 3,
a full personal account will be helpful.
The baptists plot story
This drinking thing is nothing but a baptist plot!
Louis said:
Ha ha yeah we all sit around a small table
in the dark, back room,
around a candle!
Speaking German!
And plotting how to get Jacks beer away from him,
right!
Then there’s the… furs
I took in to show every body on 'show and tell' day,
Louis did not know what a mink fur was and asked:
Whats that?
It's a mink, a male...
And Luis copied the photos from the 'Full Cry'
Coon Hunting magazine,
And from the story I wrote about the beautiful,
emotional weekend, where I said:
“Marci and I drove out to Dogland
and it being the hottest day of the year
we had wonderful pizza, took long walks!
Keep a record of the things in the hospital
and oldest first get it all down before it gets fuzzy with age!
I am supposed to have walked out of the hospital
and was heading down the street when they stopped me
and took me back to my room.
Ask about that one!
Ask Cheryl.
Alfonso the helper,
Sharon the chick with the beautiful heart,
miss Cathey,
cousin Sharon:
“Jack what did you have for breakfast?"
“5 rattle snakes” This is good!
Keep establishing links to the memories
and do it all the time,
have a file for memory links and store all my links in there
till I have time to write them all down.
Make a model book.
And see it in print!
When it is really getting finished print it out on a computer printer.
'High paid hirelings'…Judge Holland,
God Quotes
God told me after showing Marci sitting by my bed that,”
“There is a little bit of me{God}in her{Marci}
and there is a little bit of me {in you too}!
It would do you both good to be together.”
“Whatever she wants,
whatever she needs,
help her if you can.”
I heard a voice, if, as God said,
there is a little bit of him {God} in Marci and me too,
maybe there is a little bit of God in every thing alive,
in all living creatures.
Maybe life is God.
And God is life.
Maybe there is a little bit of God in Joe too,
in not only coon hounds but all dogs, in horses too.
Upon telling this story to the girl who had cut my hair
for 14 years, and also a girl who had some
Redbone hound pups for sale in Farmersville.
[I saw an ad in the newspaper and called one day,
late 2002]
The stranger on the telephone and my barber did not know each other,
but both said the same thing.
Both lady’s cried and said:
“Jack that was not your dog",
"That was God that was talking to you".
They were so sure, and there was no doubt in their minds.
It looked like Cotton Joe, but was it Joe?
Or was what I saw an apparition,
and the voice that I heard God’s voice?
The girl from Farmersville said:
Jack God love’s you and does not want to see you suffer.”
And God knows what is in your heart,
and God knows how to reach you”
Well these were the most profound and beautiful words
I ever remember hearing.
I lost touch with the girl from Farmersville,
but I would like to thank her.
If the sight I saw and the voice I heard was God,
knowing what was in my heart and how to reach me.
Or, if it was Joe’s spirit,
speaking to me while I was in my coma,
with a little bit of God in him,
it would be the same thing wouldn’t it, or would it?
“I have been 2-3-4 different dogs since then
I’m not even sure how many,
we are alright now.
“You are the only one still suffering”
and it hurts me to see it.”
We are alright but you are missing your life,
We would all be there with you if we could,
but we can’t.
“Get you some hounds and go hunting!”
And I woke up.
J. Knife
Now for the book,
no one else knows this but me,
and who would take issue with what dreams I had
or didn’t have while I was in my coma from my #1
murder attempt?
Think, I can come up with hundreds of beautiful {dreams}
and that can be the form for the flashbacks,
the means of adding in the memories,
{as God goes through them all before we all fade away}
This is why we are here, to experience life.
God could go through thousands of people’s memories
and not find one as interesting as mine
back when I had my hounds.
OK… what are some more,
the best things I have written have a little fiction in them.
The drinking snake, the torture story,
a little fiction, they are not lies, but fiction.
The funny rehab stories are best left in rehab.
I need stories like the breath fog story.
Beautiful things I have seen in the woods at night,
or beautiful hound stories like when Joe saved my life
by treeing a squirrel and stopping my from shooting myself.
Or the time Sport saved my life
from freezing in the frozen muddy hole.
Great experiences I have had,
or beautiful things I have seen.
Make dream sequences out of them
and use them as dreams in my coma story.
Aug-03
Visions and Miracles
I was reported dead by the police dept.
And reported to be 5’9’’
I told the officer a couple of years later:
Do I look to you, like a 5’9’’ dead dude!
Yes or no!
The cop was just stood there with his eyes wide open
And never said a word.
“That was the deadest man I ever saw!”
“That motorcycle helmet looked like a truck had run over it.”
The theme:
1. great comeback story
2. drama {soap opera}
3. cops and robbers
4. who done it? Murder mystery
5. a chronological story of my life and near death.
6. Great hunting story of my dogs and the trail and the trapline.
7. Love story between me and my dogs, training, running, ect
8. How to sue a city and make a million dollars like I did. Step1
Just the odds alone would prevail,
thirty five years and no wrecks!
I was a good rider!