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2014-07-30 11:46:04
A man known only as "Ned" emerged from a 50 yearlong coma which occurred as the result of the catastrophic EF5 tornado which wiped out Baldwin City, Kansas in 2012, and paralleled a similar, simultaneous EF5 twister which took out Louisburg, Kansas that same early eve.
Ned apologizes for his error in an earlier report he gave, just a day after recovery of his mental faculties. In that initial report, called "Unsettled" he erroneously stated the Baldwin twister would hit in the early morning of May 22, but in fact his dream girl, the Cherokee Princess gifted in ballet and weather prognostication, showed hands flying to the late afternoon red sun wafer and indication the time at "5:30 PM, Central Daylight Time." At no point in the dream of or approach of the Baldwin City tornado did he know of the devastating Louisburg storm.
Apologies accepted, Ned; now carry on with your updated, sharper report for our readers, entitled ."Grasping my dad's largest crescent wrench, I flew into the kitchen. The west window was open, and I paused and shook a second at the pulsing electric roar coming in from the west. I shot my eyes to focus on the basement doorknob, and with a slight turn and "Click" I released a terrifying suction, as great as a giant's snore, the door flinging open, smashing the knob into the stairwell wall hurling me face down the stairs, the heavy wrench clutched in my left fist.
{My sole intent was to use the wrench to cut off the flow of natural gas into the house, for I had read many a reporter's "W" concerning a frequent cause of fires and explosions in tornado debris.}
My chest struck the basement floor and instantaneously the room exploded, filling the atmosphere with bits and motes of wood, glass, plastic, and the redolence of burned rubber tires. I was pinned to the floor by a large willow bra. As debris and dust settled, I discerned the outline of the south cinderblock wall.
I was gazing at an amazingly brilliant full moon, coming into the basement freely, due to the absence of the first floor. The moon's face was reflected as a shimmering ellipse in the thin layer of rainwater on the floor, in which many small fish and frogs flipped and hopped vigorously.
"Ned? NED? Where are you?" I faintly heard Mother calling from her grotto.
I became aware of increasing difficulty breathing and a slowing of my heart, which gushed in my ears. I had no breath to answer. White lightning like tiny stars began to encircle the moon's orb, and soon the entire visual field became terribly I waxed transcendental.
The skin over my back split, and I watched myself wriggle out, like a cicada does in an August dusk. Only I had a set of 4, 2 longer upper and 2 shorter lower honey colored wings.
I tested the wings, then took flight, spiraling up over the shell of our cinderblock basement, recoiling a little in the cool, dry air, catching sight of my corpse like body pinned under the large willow branch, and then I heard shouts coming from the north lot of our property Mom and her intact pregnancy, Sherrie, and Tippy were standing and waving as I turned west and made my new body a silhouette before the brilliant moon.
Higher yet I flew, seeing the entire town, all vertical structures rubbed out, and all those alive before the storm still vital.
I became aware of a profound pulsation, and saw that I was flying sucked slowly but irresistibly into the towering cumulonimbus complex spawning the powerful twister. I looked down at its base and perceived its writhing dagger, haphazardly leaping and veering to sides, bringing puffs of dust from even concrete structures, as I had done as a small child stomping on puff ball fungi, releasing clouds of green spores.
I entered the cloud and penetrated a chamber of light created by continuously streaming photon emitting electrons. I realized I was in the funnel vortex, about half way up. Discovering I could fly in the low core, I swooped and soared just by slight angulations of my hands and feet.
On one ascent I caught sight of an object, flying near me, may be 100 feet higher up. I aimed my forward progress toward it, and stopped when I saw it had the shape of a woman riding a broomstick. I cautiously followed, then suddenly its face turned to me and I beheld the beautiful Bruha! She motioned me to come up and mount the stick, riding behind her.
I got on, and began to laugh uncontrollably, and she turned to face me, grinning broadly. She put on the afterburners and we blasted out the top of the "anvil head" leveling out on the ice crystal surf blowing northeast off the cell. I knew the air was incredibly cold and deficient in oxygen, but I felt quite comfortable, as did she manifest.
She asked where I would like to go, and I said,
"A beach."
"Right on, Skipper!"
We saluted and within seconds we landed in a sugar sand beach 15 miles in length, marked by a huge, jagged black monolith and 300 foot high basalt water falls, lofting water droplets 400 feet above the cataract, crowned by a majestic rainbow. She commanded the broom to become 2 large beach umbrellas and chairs, with a teakwood table set with beer and shrimp.
I realized then much had happened in our flight, and checking myself I put my age at 18 years, and need of a new swimsuit. She laughed. She was really different a true "Knock Out!" The broom had put her in a metallic gold bikini and broad brimmed hat.
I spent I think days, maybe even years there with her, in what I believe was purgatory. I understand from the nurses caring for me now that the twister knocked me comatose, and that I spent 50 years on a ventilator!
I guess passersby and visitors saw my body lying there on the machine, inert except for occasional facial twitches. But all I know is I came to know and love God on that beach, I guess for exactly 50 years.
Let's go back to the beach.
"Baby," that's what I called her, "Why did you tell me your name was Bruha, for you know everything, and you know my Spanish teacher, a beauty like you, taught me to speak the truth when speaking Spanish, and that "Bruha" means witch in Spanish, and you told me that you are God."
"Now, Dean, how many times have I told you that I am "The Lady of the Lake," and the "Rose a Sharon," and the "Lion," and the "Gator' and Jehovah and all? Hopefully by now, having taught you the Kama Sutra forward and back which reminds we're at three months Its time to start forward again!"
