“You can sit it right there, no right there, welcome aboard.” SWIM tugged on SWIM’s red valet ticket and placed SWIM’s carry-on on the jet bridge then found SWIM’s seat on the plane. It was a connecting flight through one place to another to visit some friends and family. SWIM tucked SWIM’s personal item into the overhead compartment. While SWIM was removing a book, SWIM was greeted by a friendly woman with a leathery tan and an exciting energy in her voice, “I’m coming back from myrtle beach.” SWIM nodded, smiled and sat in SWIM’s seat. The Airline Stuart stopped in front of SWIM and SWIM’s new beachy friend to ask, “Are you willing to operate the exit door in an emergency?” SWIM nodded again. As she walked away SWIM leaned slowly, as to not be noticed reclining SWIM’s seat before takeoff, SWIM realize it was stuck and wouldn’t move back. Great a ridged ride, “whatever” SWIM thought, SWIM will just read then.
The sun seemed to raise along with the aircraft above the clouds flooding the cabin with a drenching yellow light. It was very quiet that morning and SWIM decided it was time for SWIM to relax so the book was cracked. About 35min into the flight there was a little turbulence but nothing that worried SWIM. Then suddenly it hit, “THUMP!” Like the aircraft had hit something. It happened so fast… The oxygen masks fell out of the overhead and SWIM heard a gasp, it was the beach lady. When SWIM looked at her, she was literally climbing up the cabin wall like a spider in reverse, her eyes as big as her airline soda can and a look as if she was staring straight through SWIM then SWIM heard it, “POP!” SWIM spun around toward the exit door, it looked as if it were imploding like crushed tin foil. SWIM reached quickly to tighten SWIM’s seatbelt but before SWIM could even reach it the exit door had been preyed away lodging SWIM momentarily after being violently yanked from SWIM’s seat. SWIM’s joints began to pop and contort as SWIM was slowly being pulled by the pressure sliding out the exit door becoming airborne, falling from the vessel.
It was if rigor mortis had set in as SWIM fell, paralyzing SWIM with fear. SWIM opened SWIM’s eyes to see the plane he had just fell from making a curve as if they were leaving SWIM. Smoke barreled out of the left side jets. SWIM then began convulsing in fright pushing SWIM’s heart rate up. SWIM’s chest seemed on fire, so SWIM proceeded to position his body in a fetal position. SWIM attempted to open his eyes, but the force of the wind blinded SWIM forcing swim into the darkness. SWIM was alone and so scared in the darkness. SWIM could not even think in terms via language, SWIM just visualized his mother’s face smiling. SWIM could feel tears squeezing through his eyelids as SWIM gasped for each shorter and shorter breath…
A crackling sound began to get louder and louder in SWIM’s ears then suddenly a wave of electricity showered SWIM’s body taking over the force feeling of the airflow, the warmth overcame SWIM. It was as if all the pain, fright and fear had faded away and all that was left was an intense vibration of warmth. The darkness began to illuminate as if white watercolors were being dripped on the backs of SWIM’s eyelids. SWIM’s vision of SWIM’s mother spoke telepathically not by words but by emotions, she radiated a love feeling that was unfettered but any emotion SWIM had ever felt. SWIM began to feel ok. SWIM was suddenly met with the realization SWIM wasn’t falling anymore but floating sideways thoTonight, I decided to write a little love story. What can I say I am inspired in the country. This one was lingering in my head on my flight home.
A little love story
By Mars Phillips
“You can sit it right there, no right there, welcome aboard.” SWIM tugged on SWIM’s red valet ticket and placed SWIM’s carry-on on the jet bridge then found SWIM’s seat on the plane. It was a connecting flight through one place to another to visit some friends and family. SWIM tucked SWIM’s personal item into the overhead compartment. While SWIM was removing a book, SWIM was greeted by a friendly woman with a leathery tan and an exciting energy in her voice, “I’m coming back from myrtle beach.” SWIM nodded, smiled and sat in SWIM’s seat. The Airline Stuart stopped in front of SWIM and SWIM’s new beachy friend to ask, “Are you willing to operate the exit door in an emergency?” SWIM nodded again. As she walked away SWIM leaned slowly, as to not be noticed reclining SWIM’s seat before takeoff, SWIM realize it was stuck and wouldn’t move back. Great a ridged ride, “whatever” SWIM thought, SWIM will just read then.
The sun seemed to raise along with the aircraft above the clouds flooding the cabin with a drenching yellow light. It was very quiet that morning and SWIM decided it was time for SWIM to relax so the book was cracked. About 35min into the flight there was a little turbulence but nothing that worried SWIM. Then suddenly it hit, “THUMP!” Like the aircraft had hit something. It happened so fast… The oxygen masks fell out of the overhead and SWIM heard a gasp, it was the beach lady. When SWIM looked at her, she was literally climbing up the cabin wall like a spider in reverse, her eyes as big as her airline soda can and a look as if she was staring straight through SWIM then SWIM heard it, “POP!” SWIM spun around toward the exit door, it looked as if it were imploding like crushed tin foil. SWIM reached quickly to tighten SWIM’s seatbelt but before SWIM could even reach it the exit door had been preyed away lodging SWIM momentarily after being violently yanked from SWIM’s seat. SWIM’s joints began to pop and contort as SWIM was slowly being pulled by the pressure sliding out the exit door becoming airborne, falling from the vessel.
It was if rigor mortis had set in as SWIM fell, paralyzing SWIM with fear. SWIM opened SWIM’s eyes to see the plane he had just fell from making a curve as if they were leaving SWIM. Smoke barreled out of the left side jets. SWIM then began convulsing in fright pushing SWIM’s heart rate up. SWIM’s chest seemed on fire, so SWIM proceeded to position his body in a fetal position. SWIM attempted to open his eyes, but the force of the wind blinded SWIM forcing swim into the darkness. SWIM was alone and so scared in the darkness. SWIM could not even think in terms via language, SWIM just visualized his mother’s face smiling. SWIM could feel tears squeezing though his eyelids as SWIM gasped for each shorter and shorter breath…
A crackling sound began to get louder and louder in SWIM’s ears then suddenly a wave of electricity showered SWIM’s body taking over the force feeling of the airflow, the warmth overcame SWIM. It was as if all the pain, fright and fear had faded away and all that was left was an intense vibration of warmth. The darkness began to illuminate as if white watercolors were being dripped on the backs of SWIM’s eyelids. SWIM’s vision of SWIM’s mother spoke telepathically not by words but by emotions, she radiated a love feeling that was unfettered but any emotion SWIM had ever felt. SWIM began to feel ok. SWIM was suddenly met with the realization SWIM wasn’t falling anymore but floating sideways though a white tunnel. A tunnel of illuminating light with colored spirals and a type of geometry SWIM had never seen before. SWIM was being pulled by a force, a truly alluring force. SWIM began to hear voices, sweet voices inviting him, seducing him, bewitching him, SWIM was finally safe and in true loves arms when suddenly SWIM was Infront of the most complex piece of impossible geometry with a radiating beam extruding out of the center. It was a doorway. SWIM looked down at SWIM’s body still falling but SWIM could feel that it was nothing, just a shell, a prison SWIM had been in all these years of life. As SWIM stepped into the ray, SWIM realized that life was truly only an illusion and only now was he being born. SWIM knew the best was yet to come…
ugh a white tunnel. A tunnel of illuminating light with colored spirals and a type of geometry SWIM had never seen before. SWIM was being pulled by a force, a truly alluring force. SWIM began to hear voices, sweet voices inviting him, seducing him, bewitching him, SWIM was finally safe and in true loves arms when suddenly SWIM was Infront of the most complex piece of impossible geometry with a radiating beam extruding out of the center. It was a doorway. SWIM looked down at SWIM’s body still falling but SWIM could feel that it was nothing, just a shell, a prison SWIM had been in all these years of life. As SWIM stepped into the ray, SWIM realized that life was truly only an illusion and only now was he being born. SWIM knew the best was yet to come…
“Under, and back of, the Universe of Time, Space and Change, is ever to be found The Substantial Reality-the Fundimental Truth.”
The Kybalion