The J-Spot

 When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Copyright 2020 Bookflurry Inc. I didn’t so much listen to the old sage as wait for my chance to say something that he might agree with. I mean, how could I know I was right, if I didn’t get some kind of confirmation? It’s no wonder that vast wisdom is usually packaged with great patience. How many times did I interrupt the generous flow of invaluable information to say what I thought the guru was going to tell me? Five? Ten? How many times had I assumed correctly? I’ll never know. Eventually, I watched green corneas flit to the corners of his eyes. A wise man’s sign of changing gears. “When a student is ready, they will listen. Later they can process. Processing takes time, experience to solidify what they once may have heard,” he said softly with a sigh, and then a brief chuckle. It was quite a unique way to marry a verbal lesson to its experiential counter part. Masterful, really. He was going to clam up if I didn’t shut up; an ex

A true path to liberation Image via Wikimedia Commons Boy is it easy to find something to complain about today! I will spare you my favorites because no one is short on examples near Thanksgiving, which in itself is ironic. It can be hard to catch your breath when you’re busy complaining. Breathing easy is the secret to longevity. So, let’s try and enjoy a little heartache, shall we? Back on the edge of twenty-one, I had plenty to complain about, but instead I joined the Navy. I recall being only a couple of weeks into boot camp when all signs of depression, anger, or negativity were magically evaporated from the map of my mind. I can’t say that I was happy, per se, but as far as negativity, there was none. Well, besides the faux negative connotation emanating from our petty officer’s direction. Usually centered around his lack of satisfaction with our best efforts. But from us recruits, there had been no room for it. What was there to complain about? There was nothing else to do but w

On the most fertile day of the millennia… someone’s getting F*d. IMage via PXfuel.com I practiced with a samurai sword for five years straight and never cut myself once. During the course of six months, I have cut myself with my sickle twice. It hangs from my belt when I go into the woods to worship. Suspended by a braided faux suede cord. If you leave enough length, it will get enough arc in its swing to come back and pierce your thigh, so I shorten it, always too late. I guess this is a prime example of why a father is always worried about safety first. When my seventeen-year-old daughter was obviously planning to sneak away for a teenage Halloween party, I wrestled with forbidding her to go or just handing her a handful of condoms. Between her mother and I, we probably managed little more than persuading her to move out on the day of her eighteenth birthday! Meanwhile, I was planning my own Halloween expedition, to sow seeds of a different kind, of thought, word, and deed. This time

Image courtesy of Bookflurry Inc. By Jay M. Horne Copyright 2020 Bookflurry Inc. Summary: They make a pill for everything these days. But sometimes medications have adverse effects. That’s exactly what is going to happen at the Planet Preservation Corporation when they ignore their commander in chief and take matters into their own hands. Patching the hole in the O-zone is going to need something other than a quick-fix. Worse, a botched attempt may draw the attention of some unseen forces. Science Fiction/Space Alien/Short Story  ~ Bookflurry, Inc. has reproduced this book with the author’s permission on the world-wide-web for the convenience of his readers. All copyright protections are still in effect. Copying and pasting, screen captures, distribution, etc. is strictly prohibited. Jay Horne’s O-Zone “Baz Luhrmann’s parting advice, back in the late 80’s, was to wear sunscreen,” started the P resident o f t he U nited S tates, “these people have been making outlandish claims since