No wait, that was John Browns body. James Browns body is missing. That’s right, another missing body.

It seems that there was never an autopsy done during the death investigation and his daughter suspects foul play. So, when she called for one, they discovered that his body was missing from the crypt.  I guess it is hard to keep a good man down.

I suspect that it is only a matter of time before they start installing alarm systems in cemeteries.

Journal 04/26/01  A vision in prayer.

I entered the Throne Room. The throne and the pyramid were radiant white. Christ was radiant white. It was so bright that it was hard to see any thing.

I approached the pyramid and as I stepped on it, I became radiant white. All of me was glowing and I couldn’t make out my arms or my body. The only thing that wasn’t glowing was the red jewel in the medallion.

I had completely disappeared into the glow of the pyramid. The only way that I could recognize myself was by the red jewel in the medallion.

I seemed so small and the throne so large. I approached the throne and asked what this was all about. I was told that I was cleansed by the blood of Christ and made pure and holy and that I was now sanctified.

We have a new trash container in our break room. His name is Brute. I guess it is a he since the name “brute” is usually associated with men. But more to the point, how many people name their trash recipticals?

Apparently there are some people in the office who have too much time on their hands. I think that they are the same people who police the trash in the first place.

Life at the state is always very strange.

The body of the former president of Cyprus has been found, dumped in a cemetery. The body was stolen about a year ago though no one seems to know why and no ransom demand was made. But, now it has been found.

Now, I could understand if someone stole the body of Jim Morrison or Micheal Jackson because they were someone of significance. But Papadopoulos? I doubt that most people even know who he was so it must have been a local job.

But, I guess we shouldn’t talk as we still can’t agree on where Edgar Allen Poe should be buried.

A Florida woman recently crashed her car while giving herself a bikini shave. It seems the woman was on her way to visit her boyfriend when she decided that this grooming needed to happen. So she had her ex-husband hold the wheel while she shaved. Of course, when the car in front of her stopped to make a left turn, she was too busy shaving to apply the brakes. So, she hit the car.

I suppose I could ask the obvious question of why didn’t she just pull over and let her ex husband drive but I won’t. But, I do have to wonder about relationships. Her ex husband must be very open minded to go with her to see her boyfriend. What ever.

A friend and co-worker of mine visited her sister one weekend. She noted that her sister was a real health nut and took a hand full of vitamins every morning. Thinking that this was a good idea, my co-worker decided to give it a try. So, when she got up one morning, she consumed more that a dozen vitamins. But, she noted that one tasted terrible and got stuck in her throat.

When she commented to her sister about the bitter pill, her sister looked at the bottle and announced that those were antibiotics for the dog and that is why they tasted so bitter. Surprised, the woman asked how she managed to get the dog to swallow something that vial. With out missing a beat, the sister stated that they were suppositories.

Oh well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The other day, when I was at the gas station, I noticed that they had a couple of slushie machines churning away. Now, while slushie machines have been around for many years, what caught my attention was that they were named “Gourmet Ice”.

Gourmet Ice? That almost seems like a oxymoron. Over the years I have tolerated gourmet popcorn and gourmet jelly beans, but gourmet slushies just doesn’t seem right.

I suppose it is only a matter of time before they come out with gourmet bubble gum.

Journal 08/10/00.  A vision in prayer.

From the Throne Room, I am taken to the Garden of Eden again. And, once again, Mr Skeleton is with me.

We are by a pool of water. I asked him if he is going to show me something. He walks into the water which is quite deep. He is in over his head. The water is clear and I can see him walking around in the water. Soon, he comes up out of the water with a fish in his mouth. He opens his mouth and the fish falls on the ground.

I asked him why he caught a fish. The fish replies “because I can talk.” I asked the fish how long he can stay out of water. The fish replied that it wasn’t a problem. The fish then started floating in the air.

We all started moving very rapidly through the foliage. Suddenly, we came to the edge of the garden and I can see what lies beyond it. It is a vast desert. Nothing but blowing sand for as far as the eye can see. I gaze at the sand for awhile and then return to the garden.

The other day, as I was in the waiting room, I picked up a fishing magazine. Now, I am not a fisherman, so the magazine didn’t hold a whole lot of interest for me. But I flipped through it anyway.

When I opened it up, the first thing that I saw was a full page ad for a propane torch. Now boats and rods and reels and tackle are all ads that I would have expected to see in a fishing magazine but not a propane torch.

As I said before, I am not a fisherman so I have no idea why a fisherman would be interested in a propane torch. Do they use it for setting up tackle? Or do they use it for cleaning fish? Maybe they use if for cooking the fish. I don’t know. I guess I will have to ask a fisherman.

The doctor recently discovered that my wife has a very rare tumor in her bladder. So, she is being referred out to another doctor for a “second opinion”.

Now, most people, I’m sure have heard of second opinions. But, have we ever stopped to think about them?

What we are saying is that while the first doctor rendered his/her “opinion”, we are looking for another “opinion”. So, we get a second “opinion”.

But, the operative word here is “opinion” not “fact”. And while opinions may be based on facts, they are still only opinions.

Using the word “opinion” gives me comfort since the medical field is admitting that they don’t know everything. But, on the other hand, it concerns me that doctors will proceed with a course of action on the basis of their “opinion” and not fact.

Here is how it works. “It is my opinion that your stomach pain is being caused by your Gall Bladder, so I suggest that it be removed.” Followed by, “Removing your Gall Bladder has not eliminated the pain, so it must be something else.”

In short, these folks are only guessing, and at your expense.