Special Invitation: Please Visit the "Soldier On" Special Gallery, SES777
The Little Papa Stories, When Papa was a Little Boy, by Douglas Christian Larsen, for Harrison, Alicia, Bronte, Dirklan, Wolfgang, and Genevieve
The Fine Art Prints of Douglas Christian Larsen, Focusing on the Positive, the Power of Words merged with all the Colors of the Rainbow
The Fiction of the Wolf, Douglas Christian Larsen, Literary Concoctions that Feed your Brain and Tickle your Fancy.
The Beauty of the Gospel Series, to spark conversaation on the Beauty of the Gospel.
Seek Truth. Seek for truth with all your heart, and mind, and soul, and spirit, and strength, and never give up looking for truth. The truth is out there! Seek Truth! Douglas Christian Larsen, Author and Writer, Artist and Graphic Designer, Seeker of Truth. www.TruthSeek.net - www.SoldierOn.net - www.BeautyGospel.net - www.DouglasChristianLarsen.org - The Little Papa Stories, When Papa was a Litlte boy
Soldier On: Never Give Up.       TruthSeek: The Truth is Out There       AngelWolfRanch Graphics       ImageKind Store       ArtWanted       GooglePages       Deceiving the Elect       OzMoses       Fiction of the Wolf       Fight the Flu       QuoteDump       Vegetarian
About DCLWolf
The Flu HQ - Fight the Flu Naturally
coincidence III
TRUTH. It is a blazing light, multi-hued, multicolored. Seek the Truth. Embrace Truth.
Draw Nigh to God, by Douglas Christian Larsen
Plagues that roam the dark, epidemics that strike at noon. They will not come near you, even though a thousand may fall dead beside you or ten thousand at your right side. You only have to look with your eyes to see the punishment of wicked people. You, O Lord, are my refuge! You have made the Most High your home. No harm will come to you. No sickness will come near your house. Psalms 91:6-10 (God's Word Translation)
Endure, in Virtual Shattered Glass, by Douglas Christian Larsen, now available at ImageKind, on the finest art papers, matted and framed, or on museum-wrapped canvas!
the pen is mightier than the sword, by Douglas Christian Larsen
Genny's Moon, by Douglas Christian Larsen
there is power, by Douglas Christian Larsen
Free Spirit, by douglas Christian Larsen, matted and framed, now available at ImageKind, on canvas or the finest art papers
The Magic at the Top of the Streetlamps

There are certainly things operational in the world, the universe, time and everything, that we just do not understand, and probably are not even beginning to comprehend. Things such as "luck," which concept makes some people angry, and others sworn believers, but nobody understands.
Something akin to luck is the "magic" at the top of the streetlamps, a phenomena that has been with me since I was about 21 years old or so. Perhaps it has been around longer, but I think that is when I began to notice it, and wonder about it.
I know it happened most when I was riding my motorcycle at night, I'd notice a streetlamp winking out as I passed beneath it. Odd coincidence, that. Granted, I believe streetlamps are set on time intervals, and possibly heat sensors, to switch off occasionally, and then switch back on later. At least this is what I've always assumed. I've jokingly wondered if some field about me was burning out the filament in the streetlamps (but I've never thought this to be the actual case) (but then again, I've never sat around waiting for one to come back on). However, occasionally, I have witnessed streetlamps coming back on as I passed beneath them.
There have been a few occasions where up to three lights have come on, timed so that they ignited just as I passed from the darkness of the last light going out to the exact moment I passed beneath the next light in line, three lights going out, just like that, blink, blink, and a blink.
Of course, some people will leap forward with: "Careful! It is demons! Demons are doing that, just to yank your chain!" That is possible, and I've considered it. But if so, it is just as possible that benevolent angels could be the culprits as well...
...um, but to what end? What does it all mean? Just as the massed coincidences have abounded about me, so this magical seeming phenomenon of lights winking out as I pass beneath. I have spent some time considering the possibilities, foremost being that it must be just simple coincidence, that there is absolutely no meaning in it, that it is just an ongoing fluke.
I think it has been most prevalent, this magical phenomenon, when I have been most productive in my creativity, when I have been writing the hardest, when I have been actively pursuing art, concentrating, focusing, enacting my gift. And I suppose then that I have always viewed the phenomenon as beneficent, of kindly disposition, as a somewhat supernatural encouragement to keep going, keep fighting, soldier on, never give up, all of that (always realizing that I could be completely wrong).
Because bad things have as well grouped about the increase of the magic at the top of the streetlamps. The times I have had severe traffic accidents, it was always at the peak of one of these streetlamp winking spells. But then again, often there has been no culmination to the phenomenon, nothing bad, nothing tragic, or anything super swell as well. Just, you know, life as usual.
I have learned nothing from the magic at the top of the streetlamps. I have won no lotteries, have never met the woman of my dreams beneath one of the winking lights, have never epiphanied a great story idea, it is just something that I've felt to be somewhat encouraging, a friendly arm about the shoulders, and whisper in my ear: "Hey, it's dark outside. But don't give up. Keep going."
I have had long dry spells where no streetlamp has winked at my passing. And honestly, I can't say that I have missed it, my friend at the top of the lights. But then when it happens again I instantly come awake, and wonder, I wonder why, and what, and I begin to look for it again, and usually it begins to spring up again.
No, I cannot make it happen. I have concentrated, as everyone has at some point, to try and make something happen with my supercharged noodle, but nothing has ever occurred due to my "brain waves." I make no claims to powers or abilities.
It is just a very weird regularity in my life, for the past 25 years. I've worked the phenomenon into my stories. I even began a novel that featured it, back many years ago (and sadly, due to the forward progression of computers, I doubt I'll ever be able to access the big ole floppy disks on which the story resides, quietly in its magnetic patterns, all these years, quietly waiting, yearning to leap out and get back up to the tops of the streetlamps).





experi-MENTAL

The Little Papa Stories

www.DouglasChristianLarsen.com

Is Pork Safe, as Food?

All Stories © 2009 Douglas Christian Larsen

important - FIGHT THE FLU WITH HERBS - important

The Flu HQ - Fight the Flu Naturally

at this website:

about dclwolf
coincidence
coincidence deux
coincidence trois
the little papa stories
experi-Mental (blog)
is pork safe? as food?
dclwolf art galleries