I once had a friend named Jack.
He was a space worm.
He helped me navigate the streets that I was unfamiliar with.
He was much better than a map.
I appreciated him very much and the more I used him the better he became at his ability.
I understand his ability because I have the same ability but I never learned to use it with streets.
I used my remote viewing ability to play and communicate and bring back the fun that I found while flying with my invisible wings.
A nice human man spied me at my fun and decided to play tricks on me. Yes, he is nice - not the bad guy, but he is human in this lifetime. (Don't tell but I have known him on another planet or plane)
Anyway the human man spied my fun and joined in tentively and remotely.
He watched as I flew above my car while I was driveing. He watched as I danced along the tops of the trees beside the road and watched as I learned to see and feel more and more things as I flew. I was learning as I played.
He decided to teach me that I needed to be more careful. He put unexpected obsticles in my way. That had not happened to me before, since extending my sight out in all directions was a natural part of my fun. He knew some secrets though, like the secret silver cord that always ties me to myself, even if I am flying miles and miles away. An unexpected obsticle that he put up to snag my cord was another vehicle with a strange sound that didn't harmonize with my sounds.
Then to say he was sorry for that trick he had played on me, he showed me a new trick to help me. He showed me how to do fancy boomarang stunts that quickened my landing back inside myself in a smooth comfortable way.
He thought I was silly, playing so many fun games, such as pretending my car was a boat or an airplane to make it easier for me to drive.
The human man, who I nicknamed the Highwayman, because you have to be known to be famous and I was tired of saying hey you, was very proud of his ability to navigate the streets and always know the short cuts.
But he made me angry and I challanged him to a trip to the big city where I was born. I drove alone, and he drove alone, but he had recruited many friends to participate in the challange.
I did some fancy footwork with my driving that day, and lost all of the participants in the challange of passing chasers.
I was very surprised at how ashamed of themselves their faces looked when I got back to the small town that they were from and they could see me smiling from my successful trip.
Now back to Jack, you see I explained all that because it was that human man, the Highwayman who recruited Jack a few years after the big city trip incident. He recruited Jack the space worm navigator to help him in his games with me. He recognized that Jack was very good at navigating, and he was right, Jack is the best navigator of the streets that I have ever known.
Jack and I got along fine because we understood some of the same things and both liked a fifth of Beethoven.
There were many jokes told of Jack to help him become famous too. One joke was of how he never got lost because he knew every worm hole in space. One joke was of how he could screw another hole with his minds eye if he needed to get there bad enough.
Of course there were jokes about the Highwayman too, such as "The Highwayman ain't Jack Sheet". But those jokes were all from very green jealous lower life forms.
So Jack wore the crown in the highway games.
Malicious jealousy made some humans who are not nice think that they wanted to break his crown.
They just recently confessed to me how they broke his crown.
He was supposed to help me navigate between two small towns to get to a new temporary job.
But he was ganged up on by a bunch of country hicks who thought they were doing something similar to confusing the blood hound trail in a sporting game of foxhunting.
They set trails and traps of sound, including using my voice and essence of DNA code coming from many different directions.
Then to make it worse they tryed to trap me in back country roads where they thought I would be vulnerable and defenseless against them in their hate and violence. They really hate my knives that I like to collect. You see they really are chickenly cowards. They didn't get me though.
In spite of their being lower life forms of humans, the quantity and deviousness of them was able to decrown Jack.
He was not able to metamorphisis from space worm to space centapede.
He did come back to do a miraculously angelic goodbye scene, but the old country hicks are still trying to gloat at their devious victory against Jack's skills.
Copyright@1997 (11-22-97) Miki Terry