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LISTEN CAREFULLY
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I love to listen to audio books! It allows me to “read” a book while doing other things, like driving, walking, shopping, washing dishes, vacuuming the floor, doing the laundry, feeding the cat, working out at the gym, sitting outside on the patio, and other “mindless” activities that require very little attention. I listen to one audio book every week, or more. You can get a very affordable monthly subscription from www.Audible.com. Every month you can download one or more books and listen to them on your phone, iPod, iPad, computer, or MP3 player.
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MY PERSONAL READING LIST
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Here is a list books I read (I usually listen to the audiobook version) during the last two years (in no particular order). There may have been others, but these are most worthy of mention. I have read many of these books more than once, as I consider them to be seminal works of English literature, or fundamental to an understanding of Life, Universes and Other Stuff.
I have discovered that not all “spiritual” books are necessarily spiritual. Likewise, I find that some books in the science fiction and history genre reveal a profound
understanding of the nature andbehavior of humans. For example, there is no doubt in my mind that foibles and follies described in The Decline and Fall of The Roman Empire, by Edward Gibbon reveal in painfully absurd detail the reality that the humans who populate modern Western civilization of Europe and the United States are the very same beings who built and destroyed the civilizations of Rome and it’s immediate predecessor, Greece. And, we are the very same spiritual beings who build and destroy every civilization, life after life, again and again, in the Eternal Now.
The more things change, the more humans remain the same. If you have read the book Alien Interview, you will understand the cyclical nature of human insanity and the wicked wizards and witches
behind the “curtain of lies” that perpetuate our stupidity, brutal depravity and the inability to confront the evil beings who perpetuate our pain. Factually, the serpentine parasites who enslave the “untouchables of Earth” are terrified that innocent and honest inquiries of children and small dogs will expose and depose them from their brutal thrones of power, control and possession of the physical universe, without which they would perish in the frigid, eternal dark from which they were spawned! Likewise, The Age of Reason, by Thomas Paine and the books of E.E. Doc Smith and Robert Heinlein reveal profound understandings of philosophy and spirituality that are forbidden, and unknown, in religious texts on Earth. Reading the autobiographies of Yogananda, and Gandhi, and Nikola Tesla and Mark Twain exposed me to “Spiritual Skyscrapers” who tower with magnificent wisdom and courage above the barren landscape of human inhumanity.
Such beings, who demonstrate the most powerful empathy for their fellow beings, are magnified in contrast to a race of spiritual monstrosities (the “Edorians” of The Lensman Series, for example) as elucidated with demonic eloquence by Hitler in Mein Kampf. Although the “bad guys” are just as powerful and “intelligent” as any “good guy” they are utterly and irreversibly antipathetic to every spiritual entity in every universe, including themselves! I suspect that the game of “good guys” versus “bad guys” is simply an eternal, intergalactic struggle for survival between two equally opposed races of spiritual beings who originated in different times and places, but who now coexist in the space / time continuum of the physical universe.
Personally, I have grown weary of mortal games. I write books that suggest alternatives to the physical universe logic of dichotomies: life /death, good /bad, black / white, life / death, up /down, in / out, etc.,. I prefer the “illogic” of immortal spirits, infinite possibilities and unlimited imagination! Life, and Universes, and Other
Stuff are created from and sustained by the “no-thing” of Eternal Spiritual Beings. However, I have read that the spiritually ignorant physicists of western universities are finally beginning to “grok” that Quantum Mechanics has been known and understood by the Vedic sages and gurus of India for more than 10,000 years. Light, energy, matter, forms and spaces are contrivances of our own imaginations.
In spite of all the books I’ve read, I have, as yet, not discovered the solution to escaping the “Wheel of Life”, or the Cycle of Birth and Death. I hope that the books I am planning to read during the next year will provide me with some real answers, as I’m not getting any younger. Religious lies and rhetoric notwithstanding, not a single author of a book I’ve read has died and returned to tell us how to “escape from Earth”. If you have read a book that verifiably solves this problem, please let me know. I will add it to my list of “must read” books.
— Lawrence R. Spencer. October, 2013.
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The History of The Decline and Fall of The Roman Empire (Unabridged), by Edward Gibbon
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert Heinlein
The Cat Who Walked Through Walls, by Robert Heinlein
Strangers in A Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein
Animal Wise: The Thoughts and Emotions of Our Fellow Creatures, by Virginia Morell
The Art of Happiness, by Howard C.Cutler, with the Dalai Lama
Mein Kampf, by Aldolph Hitler
Vermeer: Portraits of A Lifetime, by Lawrence R. Spencer
The Skylark of Space: Skylark Series #1, by E.E. Doc Smith
Skylark Two, by E.E. Doc Smith
Skylark of Valeron (#3), by E.E. Doc Smith
Skylark DuQuesne: Skylark Series #4, by E.E. Doc Smith
The Lensman Series, (6 books) by E.E. Doc Smith
Triplanetary
First Lensman
Galactic Patrol
Gray Lensman
Second Stage Lensman
Children of The Lens
The Spacehounds of IPC, by E.E. Doc Smith
The Oz Factors, by Lawrence R. Spencer
Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
Valis, by Philip K. Dick
Alien Interview, Edited by Lawrence R. Spencer
The Dying Earth, by Jack Vance
An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth, by Mohandas (Mahatma) K. Gandhi
1,001 Things to Do While You’re Dead: A Dead Persons Guide to Living, by Lawrence R. Spencer
The Bhagavad Gita, by Phoenix Books , Barbara Stoler-Miller (translator)
The Big Bleep: Mystery of A Different Universe, by Lawrence R. Spencer
Wizard: The Life and Times of Nikola Tesla: Biography of a Genius, by Marc J. Seifer
Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramahansa Yogananda
Our Occulted History: Do the Global Elite Conceal Ancient Aliens?, by Jim Marrs
My Inventions, by Nikola Tesla
Flatland, by Edwin A. Abbott
Sherlock Holmes: My Life, by Lawrence R. Spencer
Ubik, by Phillip K. Dick
Vermeer: Portraits of A Lifetime, by Lawrence R. Spencer
The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break: A Novel, by Steven Sherrill
Winter of the World: The Century Trilogy, Book 2, by Ken Follett (partial)
Coming of Conan The Cimmerian, by Robert E. Howard
A Game of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 1, by George R. Martin
The Dispossessed: A Novel, by Ursula K. Le Guin
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo: The millennium Trilogy, Book 1, by Steig Larsson
The Vortex Blaster, by E.E. “Doc” Smith
The Republic, by Plato
Fall of Giants: The Century Trilogy, Book 1, by Ken Follett
The Confession: A Novel, by John Grisham
Sherlock Holmes: My Life, by Lawrence R. Spencer
Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman
Enders Game, by Orson Scott Card
Autobiography of Mark Twin (Unabridged), by Mark Twain
American Gods, by Neil Gaiman
Tao Te Ching: A New English Version, by Loa Tzu, translated by Stephen Mitchell
The Story of Philosophy: The Lives and Opinions of the Greater Philosophers, by Will Durant
You See But You Do Not Observe, by Robert J. Sawyer
The Age of Reason, by Thomas Paine
The Complete Stories of Sherlock Holmes, Volume 1 and 2, by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Valley of Fear, by Arthur Conan Doyle
His Last Bow, by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Under the Dome, by Stephen King
The Rape of The Mind: The Psychology of Thought Control, Menticide, and Brainwashing, by Joost A. M. Meerloo, M.D.
The Cultural Cold War: The CIA and the World of Arts and Letters, by Frances Stonor Saunders
The Magus of Strovolos: The Extraordinary World of a Spiritual Healer, by Kyriacos C. Markides,
1984, by George Orwell
Animal Farm, by George Orwell
The Foundation Trilogy, by Isaac Asimov
The Rise of The Fourth Reich, by Jim Marrs
The Face, by Dean Koontz (and, about a dozen of his other books in years past! )
Meditation on Living, Dying and Loss, by Graham Coleman with the Dalai Lama
Tick Tock, by James Patterson and Michael Ledwidge
Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus, by Mary Shelley
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
Dracula, by Bram Stoker
BUBBLE BATH ROMANCE
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“The world will always welcome lovers….. As Time Goes By …..”. (click to play the song while you read the story)
A sad and sensuous melody wafts in from the Really Old Oldies Station playing on the radio in the bedroom. The classic melody melts into the candlelight and steam above my sunken penthouse bathtub hidden in the clouds of a Big City Skyline.
Amber tendrils of her dripping hair draw arabesques on golden skin along the supple curves of her torso. Eyes half-closed, pouting mouth, she tosses her head toward me with a gaze that would light wet firewood. There is nothing in the world but her and me.
Lifting a leg above the water, she rests her foot on my shoulder, stroking my hair and neck, tickling my ear with her pinkly painted toes. She makes me smile idiotically, yes, please-do-it-ically. I tilt my head to meet her foot with a submissive animal twitch that lets her know she’s my master.
Her leg bends slightly. A rivulet runs down her leg, melting into the canyon between her thighs. Her heel nestles next to my throat as she massages my temple with her toe. I lift my hand out of the suds to blow her a bubbly kiss. My eyes follow the ruffled waves as they ripple on the shores of her ample, island breasts. Tiny bubbles swirl and burst beneath her nipples like a tiny, iridescent fireworks show.
Slowly her caresses shift, her slick skin slithers on mine, the tip of her toe traces my chin, the contour of my lips. My eyes loose focus as I submerge myself in sensuousness. I nibble at her perfect toes, tickling with my tongue. She giggles, then laughs out loud. That sound! If it was food, I’d gain a hundred pounds!
“Oh, baby…” My voice is a horse whisper. She whinnies and lets her arching foot slide down my pecs. Her toes dig into my skin, her sole rests on the wild pounding in my chest — she can feel it! Very still, she listens to my heart with her delicious toes. It’s pumping! Out of control, like some menacing machine! We both know where the blood is going now…Shadow, I love you.
She bites her lower lip. Her breathing quickens. Like a female Captain Ahab, she lowers her boat urgently into the bubble bath scented waves to hunt for the great, white sperm whale.
“Oh yeah, baby. Lower away!”, I say, urging her on.
As the keel of Shadow’s boat rides on the waves of our passion, I hear, in the back of my mind, the voice of Gregory Peck intoning Herman Melville’s immortal words:
“The whale, the whale! Up helm, up helm! Oh, all ye sweet powers of air, now hug me close! Steady! helmsman, steady. Nay, nay! Up helm again! He turns to meet us! Oh, his unappeasable brow drives on towards one, whose duty tells him he cannot depart. My God, stand by me now!”
The perfumed waves mount into a frothing tempest and splash onto the bathroom floor. My Moby Dick rams and hoists the shuddering bow of her sensuous ship until her timbers creak and moan, and then explode, giving way to screams!…the same, impassioned screams that have summoned the wandering souls of humanity into the next generation of baby bodies since the Omniscient Creator orchestrated the first primordial conception of homo sapiens in the dim mists of…
“Bbrrrrriiiing! Bbrrrrriiiing!”
I opened one eye slowly and carefully lurched my aching head up off my desk. Oh, (Bleep)! I was dreaming again! A very moist dream. For the third time this week I’d fallen asleep in front of my computer monitor. I felt like “Johnny Dollar, PI”, in the old radio program I used to listen to when I was a kid, except for the fact that he had an expense account because he worked as a claims investigator for some big insurance company.
I have a lot of expenses, but I didn’t have any accounts. Every time Johnny walked around a corner somebody hit him on the back of the head and knocked him out. He spent all of his time trying to figure out who did it and why. Usually, it was because of some women he was mixed up with. You think he would have learned to stay away from corners.
“Bbrrrrriiiing! Bbrrrrriiiing!”
The (bleeping) phone was still ringing! My answering machine picked up the call. I heard my cleverly conceived marketing message start to play as I looked foggily at the sign painted on the opaque glass of my office door:
The Un-existential Detective Agency of America (T.U.D.A.A.) !
“We dig up the truth for you”
SAM SHOVEL – Proprietor and Public Dick”
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Excerpt from Chapter One of THE BIG BLEEP, a novel by Lawrence R. Spencer
