Souls trapped in time
Masada means many things to many people; depending if you think the people in the fight against Rome were martyrs or maniacs.
This line of thought prompted me to write my first blog for The Times of Israel; if it doesn't get published here is my post.
For as long as I have had an interest in Jewish history, I’ve wanted to visit Masada. The story of the final holdout against the Romans intrigues me.
The fort is a bone of contention for Jews; some see it as a measure of the lengths people will go to uphold their identity, while others see the fort as a reminder of how stubborn people can be and the end results it can bring.
For my part, I can see both views have their merits.
My interest was primarily in the military history of the site but as I am a writer of the paranormal Ghosts don’t dance – I don’t say ghost stories – my stories are more spiritual than scary, I’d be interested in visiting the site to see if there is any paranormal activity. It is a fact; the stone is an excellent recorder of sound. Do you think the fort could hold within its walls the voices of the last souls who were there?
As a writer, I would love to visit the fort to get the feel of the surroundings and write a story called “The Ghosts of Masada,” but I know it is only a dream, my disability makes travel almost impossible these days.
This thought pattern then produced this line of thinking - Do you believe in an afterlife?
The ghost of success
Four years in the life of an award-winning e-book, and I am still waiting another sale :(
It took weeks for the news that my e-book www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B008BEDMSO / www.draft2digital.com/book/32117 had won an award to sink into my consciousness, even when I held the certificate in my hand I didn't believe the news.
I thought things such as awards didn't happen to writers like me.
Now, four years on, Mark Johnson lingers in obscurity, with no sales and a third installment of his adventures shelved.
The memory that lasts
What do I remember from 1966; as a ten-year-old soccer fan winning the World Cup is obvious - a victory I realized in later years couldn't have been much easier.
One of my most poignant memories is the day a tiny village in Wales become a world headline for the most tragic of all reasons - a mining disaster - I can't say what particular reason this tragedy held me by, as there are so many elements why I felt the pain of their loss.
I come from a close family of four generations of fishermen who fished the icy waters of the North Sea/ I had an uncle in the RNLI who was involved in the rescue of a Polish ship / I was a schoolboy at the time.
When I was stationed at RAF Lossiemouth, near Elgin, I used to travel home via the Yorkshire mining district, during the miner's strike I would pass the massive piles of coal and pray another disaster such as Aberfan befell a community.
Little did the miners realize that their leader Arthur Scargill played them. If ever there was an evil man, Scargill is that man. What the miners forgot in a rush for bonuses, is that coal is a natural commodity and the harder you mine it, the sooner it's gone. While the men were starving at the pit-head, Scargill - in his Rolls Royce - paid for with Union fees was rushing around the country in comfort, or jetting to the Soviet Union to be feted by the Communists.
Sooner or later, coal becomes too expensive to mine, and at that point, mines have to be closed, and communities die off - what about Scargill - he made sure he's invulnerable, he became a life peer in the industry he destroyed.
In many parts of the coastal mining areas, the only coal available is what is known as sea-coal; this is poor quality coal washed ashore where the seam is exposed to tidal erosion.
The miners? I remember seeing them sitting on steps with placards saying "Ex-miner with family to feed, please help." You can call me callous, but my reaction was "Where is your money now? When you were going on holidays twice a year to Spain, the country got held to ransom."
You'll hear a lot of talk about Theresa May being a second Margaret Thatcher, rightly so. You will hear the left talking about how Mrs. Thatcher destroyed the country by attacking the Unions. Take it from someone who lived through the endless Summers of those years - we lived in fear of the Unions. We never knew which union was going to go on strike at a moment's notice- believe me, if she hadn't stood up to the unions, there would be no need for #Brexit, who would want to trade with a country on its knees?
When you talk about "Classic films," how many of you think of including How Green was my valley, on the list?
The film Silent Hill is based on another human-made disaster, and this one will outlast us all. The town and area of Centraliapa, Pennsylvania stands on a burning coal seam.
Coming from a fishing family, I could feel the pain and anguish of another disaster years in the village of Lossiemouth when generations of men died at sea.
Religion and the Arts
Churches have always interested me, I have never been overly religious, but I can still admire the architecture of the fine buildings.
Last night, I had one of my strange dreams again. I had a dream about traveling to Essex - on the far side of the UK from here - my wife thought it could have happened because of thisterrible news from our city, but until she mentioned the news, I hadn't heard about the crime. This incident reminded me of an incident that happened in Lac La Biche during my stay in Canada http://edmonton.ctvnews.ca/historic-building-in-lac-la-biche-destroyed-by-fire-1.439582.
I said, other than our daughter, Sarah, visiting a friend over there, the dream probably came from this article http://www.eutimes.net/2016/08/france-is-demolishing-thousands-of-churches-building-mosques/.
Last night wasn't the first time this has happened to me. Several years ago, when I was interested in opera I had this incident http://alsdomain.weebly.com/whats-happening/a-death-at-the-opera-house.
A few years ago, I wrote some stories for my friend, Yezall. You can read them on her blog.
Ghost of St. Mary's is my oldest story and today the story reached a new high on Amazon
Ghosts & Spirits.
Over my time on line, I have gained a reputation for ghost stories. I wish to share some with you, most are spiritual, some are spooky.