Smashwords - About Bryson Hughes, author of 'Stars of Glory: An Odyssey in Reality'

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Here is a link where you can purchase my book. The latest version is as of September, 2011. The book is now in the "Premium Catalogue" for distribution to all major E-Book retailers.

The next jobs are to work on Printed Editions, Audio Book and Multi Media Editions.

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Cute little artsy game that works kind of groovy while listening to music. Just swing the mouse and left click on the right beat if your listening to some music.

Dr. Charles T. Tart Official Home Page and Consciousness Library Online. Info on Transpersonal Psychology, Parapsychology, Consciousness, Hypnosis, Psi, Remote Viewing, Mindfulness.

http://www.paradigm-sys.com/
Another link to Dr. Tarts research and writings.

TASTE - The Archives of Scientists' Transcendent Experiences

http://issc-taste.org/index.shtml
A website of scientists' who are sharing their own strange experiences. The Site is administered by Charles T. Tart, Ph.D.

I have corresponde a few e-mails with Dr. Tart, and he was a gentleman. I doubt he remembers me though. But I liked his humor in the face of imponderables. But this is another side to the question, for those of you concerned with my own experiences, from other scientific vantages on similar occurances.

Calling the Sun for Malcolm

“Calling the Sun”

With the persistence of the always pleasant lavender clouds, I was beginning to want to call on God for another favor. This time I didn’t want to believe in some stupid vampire thing, but my experiences with underground groups had me convinced anything is possible concerning the weird and perverted mindsets of people; or what seem to be people. I imagined a life being lived in dim twilight, and what a high maintenance friend of God I would end up being. Just going out in the day meant I would have to have clouds, and God would spend a lot of time shading me. The rest of the time would be night! Man! I like the sun. It’s beautiful and I like it.

Finally I had enough doubting and called on God to do me a favor: “God would you make the sun shine through for me?” The strangest thing happened: In a very short little while, the clouds began to break up and the rays of the sun did come shining through here and there. “God let the sun shine on me if I’m not going to be hurt by it.” I was thinking that if I was vampired out, at least the issue of sunlight would be settled. Then the clouds obeyed and the sun jumped through them as if startled into action to shine on me. That was neat!

I recall going on a car ride with my Mom, and as we rode the clouds kept blocking the sun. Each time I would call for the sun in my mind, and the sun would instantly shine through the clouds onto me. Over and over and over it would happen without fail. Instantly and obediently the sun shone through at my beckoning. “This can’t be mere coincidence” I thought. “Some intelligence is obliging me when I call. It must be God since he’s powerful enough to do things like this. The funny thing is, God could be doing all this and showing off for me, and nobody else would even notice.”

Here's another one Malcolm

“Calling the Wind”

A few days had gone by since the last time I had dropped in to see Janice and Daisy, so I figured I would drop in again this weekend. It was early in the day again when I showed up. Everything was just as before except that this morning was a bit chilly. But it was a brilliant day and it made the early springtime hard to ignore.

When I had gone into Janice and Daisy’s house, we started lamenting that it was a chilly day, but that it was so pretty it made you want to go outside. I suggested we all go sit outside on the southeast side of the house and it might be comfortable. So we gave it a try, and outside we went. We sat around in the grass, and it was nice out there, despite the chill in the air. But when a gust of wind came up it was uncomfortable.

Janice stated that when the wind wasn’t blowing it was nice, but when the wind kicked up it was cold. She said she wished she could make the wind stop blowing. I decided to have a little fun with them since Janice and Daisy were so easy to tease. I told them that we can make the wind stop blowing. All we have to do is think about the nice still air and it will happen. It was a joke of course, because I had noticed the wind would gust followed in a few moments with a short period of still air. So I told them to just think about it just as the gust started blowing. I ceremoniously went into a meditative thinking state while they watched me. Sure enough the gust died down like it had been doing all along, and the air became nice and still. Then I smiled and said, “There you go. The wind is stopped”, as if I had just accomplished something.

Janice and Daisy were wide eyed with complete belief in my theatrics. They carried on with many exclamations of marvel that, “Bryson made the wind stop!” and so on as that. They were so gullible, and I was really enjoying my prank on these two girls. As the conversation revolved around, Janice like always, wanted to zero in on me in some teasing manner. This time she was a bit serious though. She was freaked out about my prank and gave some opinion about me not having real feelings and emotions. All the while she was looking all big eyed into my face as she talked animatedly. Then she proclaimed, “Look at ole’ Bryson! He’s gone crazy! Oh my! Just look at his eyes! He’s crazy!” and on and on she went for a minute or so. I looked at her as she talked and realized that Janice was really spooked by me again. Again I was irritated by her being afraid of me. I think Janice saw the hurt in my eyes even though I tried not to show it, and she dropped the talk about me being crazy.

I thought her imagination was getting the best of her. I was a bit offended, even though I wouldn’t normally have minded the mystique of being thought of as a little crazy for ego’s sake. But Janice wasn’t joking. She was really spooked, and this irritated me. I didn’t like being a spooky guy one bit. I’m all about love, peace and harmony. But here now two visits in a row, and these girls have been seriously spooked by me just being playful.

I should have known by now that anything I did around Janice and Daisy would be heralded far and wide among all my peers. So now I was gaining a reputation, via Janice and Daisy, of being able to control the wind; though I was unaware until later that the news about me was being spread rapidly by them. But the news fell on the ears of certain persons who again were interested enough in what they heard about me, to take the matter seriously. But the interested party wasn’t Van this time. This time it was Michael.

A few days after my wind prank on Janice and Daisy, I stopped in at the market, and who drove up shortly but Michael? He was a friendly acquaintance I had known for years. But he and I had never gotten any closer than that. But today Michael had a mission, and I was involved. He was driving has custom van with its unmistakable markings, so I knew immediately who was arriving. He parked near the street out in an open area by the pay phone, got out and came around the front of his van toward where I was across the parking lot. The next thing I heard was Michael calling out to me, “Hey Bryson come over here”. Well I wondered what Michael wanted. He and I usually just passed with “Hi” and friendly eye contact.

I walk over to where Michael wanted me to come to, which was away from the others out of hearing distance for normal conversation. Michael was a bit serious acting but still in a friendly tone of mood. I had never seen Michael have a serious tone before, but I kind of liked the manliness of his manners. Michael in a sort of commanding entreaty said to me, “Let’s step across the road”. He started that direction like he just expected me to come along. Well I did follow his lead, because now he had me flat out curious as to what was on his mind, why he called me away from the others, and why he wanted to step across the road with me. So I followed him.

We got across the road and he said, “This is fine”. Then he directed me to look across the open field to the tree line on the other side. Michael asked me, “You want to see the wind?” “Sure!” I said. Michael instructed me, “Look at the tree tops. Look for the whirlwind. You’ll see it.” So I looked in that direction but wasn’t sure of what to be spotting for. Then Michael pointed to an area toward the right in the trees and said, “There it is right there”. I looked and a wind was twisting the leaves in the top of one of the trees. He said, “It’s going to move” Then as Michael pointed, he talked about the location of the whirlwind. “See it moving through the tree line? It’s moving to those trees over there.” I followed what he was telling me and saw the whipping of the leaves move from this location to that location. Michael said, “Now it’s moving up that way”. I followed his pointed finger and saw the slow migration of the whirlwind by watching the different tree leaves being whipped and twisted. Then Michael said, “It’s seen us! It’s going to come this way! It’ll be here in a few seconds! Here it comes!” As his anticipation grew, he said with quiet enthusiasm, “Now!”  Sure enough the whirlwind had seemed to leave the tree line and migrated directly across the open field, though I couldn’t really follow it as well as Michael. Just when he said “Now!” a strong gust of wind blew around us and lingered for a few seconds, and then left.

Michael faced me and said, “Now you’ve seen the wind”. He looked at me in a sort of appraisal of what I was thinking. I was thinking this was a pretty good prank and I looked back at him trying not to show any reaction. We walked back across the road and I didn’t even have any question for Michael at all. I figured it was just a prank trick that Michael must have gotten from the occult circles we obviously both knew people in. So I let the demonstration pass, with me acting unimpressed for Michael.

Michael had spoken of the wind as if it were a living entity which would interact with people who got its attention. I had heard of this kind of thing before. But what was more interesting to me was the fact that here was this young man from the sticks, drawing upon this type of idea and making a demonstration out of it. Obviously Janice had told everyone about my prank, which she still believed I had really done. And now Michael had made it a special point to show me this "seeing the wind" scenario. I was thinking that Michael must also be a part of the occult circle. Why else would he have gotten so serious about something like this, to search for me, and then have something in mind to show me concerning the wind? I think from Michael's perspective though, he just wanted to let me know I wasn't the only one who knew something was living in the wind. I never thought there really was anything alive in the wind. But obviously Michael sure talked like he thought so. Maybe that talk was just part of the gag.

By now, I was thinking a lot of people I had known were stranger and deeper than I had realized. All this seemed like confirmation of a group of subtle people. I surmised this thing was generational, and those involved had inherited it from their own people. I could be wrong though. But it seemed so because there was none of the contemporary “Hocus Pocus” nonsense going on. There were no ridiculous spells and silly crystals; none of that kind of thing. Just strange connections and quick responses to the news of the things I had been doing around Janice and Daisy. The responses and demonstrations the underground group made with me, must have had some motivation. I was just playing around with my acting and pranks, but the occult responses showed they were taking me serious. I think they may have considered me to be the proverbial “loose cannon”, and they were seeing themselves as coaching me into their ranks, rather than doing the things I was doing independently of them. Imagine that: An orthodoxy establishment of the occult! Shee Whiz!

Here you go Malcolm

“The One Eyed Union”

I suppose I had managed to get a little bit too much attention from the occult circles in my neighborhood. Ike and company were about to play an elaborate prank on me.

Ike and I both had arrived at Rex’s house and the three of us decided to take a good long drive for no good reason. We seemed to navigate aimlessly with Ike suggesting routes to take. Things were pleasant and I was in the back seat just riding along while Rex and Ike held up the bulk of conversation up front. Rex suddenly held up a cigar and said in a buoyant tone, “Hey Bryson! Have a cigar!” as if it was all in great fun. Ike just laughed about it. I decided I may as well have a cigar just for kicks, though I really had no affinity for tobacco in any form. I took the offer and lit that cigar and puffed it lightly and slowly now and then. Honestly I doubt I got much more than a bad taste in my mouth from that thing. I didn’t realize at the time, that cigar was a device provided most likely by Ike. But maybe Rex actually got the cigar. I don’t know.

Every once in a while Ike would nonchalantly point out something to me, some feature of the land, some object or some reason for me to look in some direction. But what I was actually intended to see were certain individuals prominently positioned in proximity of the area I was to be looking. Above that, the actual thing I was intended to notice was how the people were looking my way with a big one eyed stare. The people had their other eye squinted shut, covered by a patch, or covered with a hand or what ever. But the idea was that time and again there would be some person looking strangely at us, me, or at the car as we drove by, with this one eyed gaze. It started near our usual haunts and concluded far out into the next county, which was Wilson County.

Then Ike pointed out this farm area to me. I looked into this area just in time to see this old man standing close to the road as we passed. This old man was giving me the all time googleyest one pop eyed glare of them all! It was ugly! Then just as we had passed the googley eyed old man, we drove by the purest white goat just standing right by the road as if begging to be seen. This goat was a classic! This completely white, fat goat had two long horns and its clean bright whiteness stood out sharply against the lush green background of the countryside. The creature actually looked comical in its extreme goatishness.

I contemplated all this, and figured some pranksters had purposefully placed the goat there so conspicuously, to suggest some kind of goat devil occult thing. All the one eyed stares I had gotten that day certainly didn’t strike me as just coincidence either. But I was cool and was just riding it out. But right after seeing the old man and then the goat, I happened to notice a little twinge in my stomach. It was very small and nothing at all. I figured it was just one of those little stomach things that anyone gets once in a while. It lasted about two seconds.

But for the fun of it I decided to correlate my small stomach twitch to all those one pop eyed looks I was getting from so many strangers. So for amusement I said, “All those one eyed looks are about to kill me.” Ike jerked his head toward Rex and looked at Rex with growing mirth until he burst out laughing! As far as he was concerned I had fallen for the prank completely. He believed I actually thought I was being killed by the one eyed looks of his confederates. The cigar was the device to induce feelings of discomfort in the tummy, like tobacco does for many. I was supposed to believe getting ill from the cigar, was the beginning of my own death throes from the curse spell of those one eyed stares.

Of course I didn’t believe any such a thing. But the correlation was handy and amusing, until I realized this is exactly what Ike wanted me to believe. I kept quiet about what I really thought, and my opinion of the whole scheme. But the most mind bending thing to me was how many people were actually involved. It reinforced strongly the idea that a lot people were involved in this occult underground. I was beginning to think at that point, the occultist were a little sick minded as a group. My interest was in having a firm grasp of who they were and what they were about; never in being one of them.

Shortly, fooling occultist into thinking I was among them became a mode of interaction so that I could learn more about what was going on. The one eyed thing did a lot to turn me off concerning them, and I smelled manipulation and exploitation. That was a crime against the cause of love, peace and harmony.

Later on, Rex mentioned to me, that the crux of the prank was that the cigar was supposed to make the person feel a bit ill and cause him to think he was dying. So now for Rex it was just a silly prank and he seemed to see nothing deeper about it. I extended the benefit of a doubt in my mind concerning Rex. But in Ike, I sensed the prank was purposeful and directed. It had made a larger statement about the group as a whole. Was I supposed to conclude they were lethal spell binders? Was I supposed to fear them, or lust for a position of mutual ability to induce fear in the naive?

What could be the motive for wanting to induce fear in others? I could only come up with one answer: Servitude and exploitation. This motive did a lot to explain a strange companion who often spent time with Ike, named Kerry Legion. This strange little man was a social misfit who spoke in almost inaudible tones, and who seemed to have an unlimited amount of time, money and transportation to spend kicking around with Ike. I had often thought he seemed a lot like a slave to Ike. The more I discovered or was shown concerning this occult subculture, the more I was repulsed, yet intrigued. I was enjoying the hunt at least, even if I was becoming the bait.