WAS PICASSO A LAZY GENIUS?
Ok...let's get this out of the way, I love MOST of Picasso's work. From "Child with a Dove" to "Guernica"...still hits a spot in my gut. But, regardless of the emotion I feel beholding his abstract visions, I am always left wanting more. As if...there's a missing masterpiece somewhere, a gift that ol' Pablo COULD HAVE given the world...but held back on.
As the 19th century rolled along, the world experienced a TON of changes. The invention of the camera was one, but also, the availability of drugs like marijuana, opium, and absinth. And together with portable easels, RTU paint, flattened brush heads, and the STEAM TRAIN...they pushed traditional artistic flair into different inclinations. No longer was it necessary to sit in a studio, mixing powdered pigments to paint a realistic representation of some wealthy merchant or a Christian fantasy. Any artist could pick up his paints, and jump a train to search out inspiration for half the day.
Perspectives EVOLVED, as Van Gogh, Monet, Degas, Matisse and the gang, bled heart and soul on to a canvas, to lead us ALL into a more open interpretation of the world. Paintings began to JUMP off the canvas at viewers...or seduce them into a scene, only to twist their minds and induce fiery reactions.
Into this world of change was a small, big eyed boy, who picked up his father's pencil. Much like Mozart, Pablo's FATHER realized very quickly that his son was a prodigy. And he began to teach him his own art techniques at a young age. The MYTH we've all heard is that Pablo's FIRST and LAST word was "Pencil"....or Lapiz.... (Spanish for pencil). IF TRUE, the word served almost as book ends to encompass his artistic life. And crammed in between these book ends...is what I think to be one of the more subtle displays of flex in the art world.
Not for the 60 paintings he created in a single month for his first exhibit. Not for his ground breaking Les Demoiselles d'Avignon
Not Cubism.
Not Guernica. And NOT for creating public debates about his ingenuity, which STILL take place in front of his paintings. But look over his work on the time line of his life...and you'll see it. Lay out his 10,000+ works of art in a straight line...they'll speak the truth.
At the age of 15 he could paint on par with the masters....and at 91, the end of his life,...he was scribbling with color crayons...the message is clear....my missing masterpiece! Over the course of Picasso's life...entwined with ALL his adventurous, bold, and offensive living...is the subtext of his genius...
"Look...I did this shit BACKWARDS!"
Twiddle
THE SMELL OF SKA
So, growing up in the 80's...Los Angeles... Punk, New Wave, Mod's, Rockers, Goth, Preps, Stoners, Head Bangers (people who listened to Heavy Metal), Skin Heads (not racist at that time), Rude Boys, and SKA! Hip Hop was on the rise, but had not yet taken over the ENTIRE music industry.
There I am, right in the middle of it all, KROQ was a hole in the wall radio station in Pasadena, and MTV was the new diverse musical outlet. Diverse so long as it was new and cool...this gave the older, established bands quiet a challenge. In retrospect in was interesting to watch the old Hippies try and re-invent themselves. Some pulled this off...others did not. The Rolling Stones, of course, just kept rolling along being themselves mostly. They didn't seem to give a f'ck...and neither did anyone else. Stones is Stones...even if they will never match the Beatles. 200 years from now, music remembered from that era will likely be Bob Dylan, David Bowie, ALL of Motown and THE BEATLES. Time will tell.
But the 80's belonged to the new and exciting...reaganomics, crazy artists, teenage rebellion (new version), cocaine, the gay community coming out...and MASH was the biggest show on TV, soon to give way to Cheers.
But for me and my friends, the 80's began with the discovery of Ska music. Before I ever heard Bob Marley pulsing away with his magnetic reggae...I heard AND saw The Specials performing "A Message to you Rudy"...I laughed at them at first...but then I listened again.
If you were into Ska at that time...in that place...you were welcomed anywhere! Punk Rockers respected you...Head Bangers would smoke pot with you, goth girls would crush on you...and you could skank your way through any dance floor, or just hang back and be cooler than everyone else. Because EVERYONE knew you danced... everyone knew you were ska.
BUT...did you have a scooter? Vespa or Lambretta?...Both were such an iconic Mod symbol of style...even Punk Rockers wanted one. Me and my friends...sadly...did not have one among us. But the sound of one coming down the street would inspire dreamy conversations and committed plans, as we watched it smoothly roll along its way...carrying it's rider to unknown excitement. Entire rallies would form around the ownership of these two wheeled, not quite motorcycle, statements of elegance and good taste. I remember watching 200 or so scooters ride down Green Street in Pasadena...ignoring red lights, entirely owning the road as police were impudent to do anything about it. "Yeah, thats for me", I thought.
Early one morning...ditching school with my friend Mike...we rode the bus into downtown and did some thrift shopping...where the coolest clothes could be purchased for $2 or $3...saving money for the precious dime bag of weed and lunch. Wet mist in the air...the smell of the thrift shop still on my freshly purchased - vintage cardigan sweater...flat top hair cuts...we saw it. The Vespa scooter showroom... Faces pressed against the window, ska pulsating in our brains and blood...visions of ourselves in trench coats cruising to the club. We schemed the future purchase for the objects of our desire...KNOWING it would be soon. Something in the smell of the air that day stuck with me...damp overcast weather, mixed with the aromatic thrift shop on my sweater...and gasoline. I got a job, and started saving...so did Mike.
New to the working world, Mike lost his job forgetting to come into his second shift, but not me, I was committed. I worked and saved for a couple months, barley enough for a down payment...then randomly...one day...I stumbled into the Honda showroom in Pasadena...Foothill Blvd...and saw a Honda Passport. No Vespa mind you...but still...hmmm...affordable. I could be riding this thing within the hour...hmmm...I should wait. A salesman noticed me lingering...and I was stuck. I never had to face a salesman like that before...and I rode that thing home about an hour later, KNOWING I had made the right decision...
Well...I couldn't be seen riding a Honda Passport while sporting my SKA attire...the ridicule would fall like rain from the sky! So, I slapped a U2 sticker on the front...started wearing flannels and jeans...and began the next phase of my adolescence. And I never looked back. Ok...thats a lie...I did look back. Proud to have urban mobility...but ashamed it wasn't a Vespa. Still to this day, I occasionally smell... in the early morning air...mist, thrift shop, and gasoline...and it all comes racing back...the smell of ska.
I wonder...is it too late to knock that one off my bucket list?
Twiddle
It is the near future, and planet Earth is overpopulated. Our collective governments, in tandem with the Space Federation of the known galaxies have agreed to an enigmatic social program to fund the free range release of the human race.
Whether asshole or snowflake, ALL are welcome to a complete star map of nearby wormholes and a variety of designs for personalized space craft. Families and friends are encouraged to build a rocket ship and get the hell outta here!
Nano tech has made it possible to simply inject a serum into existing materials and literally GROW the space craft of your choice, complete with your own navigational AI.
Many are choosing to simply turn their houses and cars into the reality of interstellar travel as they host rocket reveal parties. Toasting drinks and eating barbecue, they celebrate as their homes slowly morph into sleek, stylized space ships, formally only operated by visiting aliens.
The commander of the Space Federation, together with a panel of human leaders, is about to commemorate the televised launch of the program.
"Tap, tap." He fingers the microphone before a silent and anxious world...
"People of Earth!"
(A rushing wind blows across the surface of our planet, as 10 billion people inhale simultaneously.)
"LOng have we watched you and aided in your survival. We have both guided your steps and painstakingly tried not to interfere. Yet the time has come...graduation day has arrived at LAST! YOu are free.
Not so much because you have grown wise, and are EAGERLY awaited in the council of the stars. NO!
Not so much because you have anything specific to bring to the intergalactic table.
Except this one...little...thing...
And God help us all, but we can not seem to put a finger on the essence of your gift.
HOWEVER...be that as it may...you are released from your interplanetary, solitary confinement, to bring what you may to your neighboring worlds. We can hold you back no longer. You have simply become TOO EXPENSIVE!
We will no longer protect you from your predators, of which there are many. Nor shall we hold YOU back from them...
But, ready or not, you are declared a mature species, and all who are willing are free to go. What you claim is yours and your children's children.
May we all find God in the end."
"BOOM!" Thunderous applause erupt across the globe, shaking the foundations of our evolution.
"There's just one...little...thing." he says as the applause fade into fluttering butterflies.
"This GIFT you possess. Nowhere else is it found in the known universe. NO ONE ELSE HAS IT, and we can barely describe what EXACTLY it is. Therefore... neither US nor YOU can say for sure if you will either possess it, lose it, or develop it further once you leave this planet. For none can say HOW well it is rooted to Earth itself.
So act nicely to your mother, and give her a gentle kiss before you go. She has been patient beyond any kindness we know of, and she wants to be proud of you."
Peace Y'all,
Twiddle
The Great Earth Exodus
Why Was Sir Isaac Newton Such an Asshole?
The father of modern science died a virgin. For all his pure genius in dissecting the laws of nature, one mystery he left unexplored...that of love. I sometimes find it ironic, that his famous apple story lacks a seductive Eve to tempt him into knowledge. Perhaps if Newton had been in Adam’s place, he would have refused that damn apple, and left us all in paradise. 🥰
Whether the apple really fell on his head or not, I think, is a silly debate. Clearly the universe threw him a clue and got him going in the right direction, enabling him to open up the treasure chest of knowledge, and basically get the modern world going.
Yet even great genius is flawed.
“Isaac Newton was not a pleasant man.” Stephen Hawking wrote in “Brief History of Time.” Highlighting many of Newton’s misdeeds, Hawking then gives a quick summary on the vile side of Newton’s genius. Everything from obliterating scientific opponents, to having men hung at the gallows for the light crime of “coin clipping.”
His vindictiveness is as legendary and well documented, as his accomplishments. His publication of Principia Mathematica is still considered the most groundbreaking work in physics. And the mere fact that he faced scientific ridicule to prove that light was made up from all the different colors, 🌈 shows stead fast integrity for the truth of things. It would take the scientific community years to catch up...meanwhile he locked himself away, sketching out the elements of the natural world, shunning the need for approval from his peers.
Yet in the success he found after publishing Principia, he was a complete jerk. Not a benevolent man, he seems to have felt vindication in his enormous gifts to humanity. Using his fame and power to stomp on any opposition.
Great genius comes at a price they say...and we can see this in others as well. Nikola Tesla also chose to abstain from romantic attachments...feeling it would take him away from his work. Leonardo da Vinci seems to have lead the secret life of a homosexual. And who could blame him? Sodomy was often punishable by death in his time. Van Gogh lived a tortured life...wanting the love of women, but simply not being good at attracting any. While his friend Gauguin fornicated enough for both of them.
I think to find examples of happy and successful genius’s...we need look no further than good ol’ Ben Franklin and Albert Einstein. Both enjoyed the company of a witty gal...clothes on or off...didn’t matter. Einstein even rumored to have dated Marilyn Monroe...though it’s never been proven. But they also enjoyed a full life pursuing all types of different interests and hobbies. Reading about them makes them seem sorta happy or jolly at times. But Sir Isaac Newton, the great polymath, has only two documented instances of laughter, first time being in response to a friend saying “What’s the point in studying Euclid?”
These lives we’ve read about, and the ones we haven’t, they echo through time, bouncing and radiating through us...
Somewhere in the dreamy vortex of time,⏳ Sir Isaac Newton is scribbling out the answers to life’s biggest questions...frustrated and alone...he grumbles over his papers. And the universe attempts, yet again, to get his attention with an apple. Suddenly Ol’ Ben and Albert are in the room, standing behind him. Ben puts his hand on Newton’s shoulder as Albert says, “Come on Isaac, you got to relax. Cut loose once in a while.”
There is a knock on the door. Ben and Albert look at each other and kinda giggle. Newton gets up to answer the door, and there stands Cleopatra, in all her glory...holding an apple 🍎. She smiles and offers up the old forbidden fruit. “Well hello there Isaac. I hear that you are VERY smart.”
Next day...Sir Isaac Newton didn’t find it quite so necessary to send men to the gallows.
Peace y’all,
Twiddle
When people ask me if I am a Christian, I can never help but respond, “No…but neither was Jesus.” It always gets a grin…no matter who asks.
Having grown up in a strict Christian home…church was always two – three times a week…ya know?...for my ENTIRE childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood. So many of us were raised in the Christian church 😇. Then comes the Sunday when you simply say, “ I don’t think I'm going”. The trickle away begins, and it’s done…if ever you are dragged back by family or friends, a warm heart might begin to glow as you walk up the steps, feeling the good fellowship all around.
OR
You might have to weave through a crowd of fashionistas…bibles in hand…with empathetically petrified hearts.
There are ALL kinds of churches and people who attend them. You gravitate to what you like… and commit. But after being dragged back, you get inside…and whether its old hymns with monotone tired voices, a vibrant Holy Roller kinda thing…Christian rock…or Catholic ritual…you suddenly remember why you stopped coming. It’s like going back to 3rd grade and sitting through class all over again. It will always be a part of you, but graduation was a long time ago. You didn’t backslide…you got bored, couldn’t feel the spirit. You began to understand God as the conscious universe…and realized that it had nothing to do with CHURCH.
Sound familiar?
THE BIBLE. Is it the infallible word of God or a tool of state? Either way, it’s certainly a history of ancient Jewish culture…and a pillar of early western society. From one perspective the Old Testament seems to be the obvious record of how many laws a PRIEST can come up with in order to collect more doves, goats and cows. Read them all and you'll find yourself thinking... "I'll just stick to the 10 Commandments."
From another perspective, it’s the sacred word of God, written down by holy scribes…(whoever they were). But what about BETWEEN those two extremes? 🤔We rarely meet people who have a genuine historical interest in the Bible…most either believe in it absolutely or think of it as pure bull shit.
But what CAN it tell us as a record of human thought…of human struggle… the rise and fall of empires long gone?
Before diving in I would like to point out something which I find very interesting…something in the Bible which truly set me free. It’s almost the last thing written in there…in the very last paragraph of the book of Revelation.
Here it is, I’ll stick with the King James version…Rev 22:18. “If any man shall add unto these things (words), God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book; and if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life”.
Different versions word it differently of course, but they all say the same thing. It’s NOT the perfect word of God, or WHY would God put a curse in it punishing those who change the words?
Let that sink in for a moment…⏲️
Got it? Okay…Sooo….what about Jesus? Does a record of his life appear anywhere else? Yes…yes it does. Several places actually... the Talmud, the works of Josephus, British folk lore, the gnostic gospels, and Buddhist writings.
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The Massacre of the Innocents is the famous story in which King Herod orders the death of all male children in Bethlehem under the age of two, in an attempt to kill the new born king. It should be noted that this was King Herod the Great, and not his son, Herod Antipas...whose big moment was ordering the beheading of John the Baptist.
One of these biblical stories also appears in the writings of Jewish historian Josephus, who writes that Herod cut off John's head out of fear of his political influence. But the Massacre of the Innocents appears only in the Bible. However...some might argue that the death of Herod the Great is proof enough of some seriously bad karma. Though he lived to the ripe old age of 70, worms of some sort infected his genitals and slowly ate their way up into his intestines...Herod the Great died a slow agonizing death...eaten alive by WORMS. 😭This is derived from both Greek historian Strabo's account and Jewish historian Josephus. Their accounts differ only a little.
An interesting side note: Though the Massacre of the Innocents does not appear in the historical record... the SAME STORY is told of the birth of Krishna around 3,000 years earlier in India, and also the Pharaoh of Egypt in the story of Moses. Hmmm...🤔
Jesus...who was he? There IS enough historical evidence to support much of the biblical account (regardless of what you may have heard 😉)...as long as we accept that some of the dates might be a bit skewed.
Let's revisit the Sunday school version of his birth.
Joseph and pregnant Mary are called home to Bethlehem to participate in a Roman census. The town is so full that Mary is forced to give birth in a manger. A bright star appears in the sky to honor this birth and leads three wise men, from the east, to worship little Jesus. We all know some version of this Christmas story.
But...did it happen?
Break it down a little....
Was there a Roman census at this time? The answer is YES. The Romans kept meticulous records and conducted censuses about every 5-10 years, and one appears in the historical records for Judea...or local provinces in the year 6-7 CE.
Did a bright star appear at that time? Again the answer is YES... there are 3 events that qualify.
#1 A supernova explosion in the constellation of Aquila around 6-4 BCE
#2. A planetary alignment of Jupiter and Saturn around 7-6 BCE
#3 Halley's comet made a pass in 12 BCE
Ok...so what about the three wise men from the east, who followed that bright star in the sky?
The ancient silk merchant road...at the time of Jesus's birth...ran from the far east all the way to Israel, and beyond. It was well known, and WELL traveled.
Many a merchant and adventurer traveled this road, and in all likely hood...three specific wise men.
Fortunes were made by way of this road, adventures were had, and stories were told, including ONE story about a young Israeli prince who traveled with a caravan into India. He was 13 when he left Israel and 14 when he arrived in India, and did not return to Israel until the age of 29...the EXACT ages in which the stories of Jesus are MISSING from the New Testament.
Now THAT is a potent...little...coincidence. Don't you think? 🙃
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The present day Dalai Lama recently announced to the world that he plans to reincarnate for another life time, but it will definitely NOT be in China. He wants to make sure that the Chinese government can't choose a random boy, and create a new puppet god.
This is a reversal from his previous stance of never returning for another life time again.
It seems that he has changed his mind.
The Dalai Lama has been at odds with the Chinese government since before 1959, when he went into exile during the Tibetan uprising. He left his country, his people, and his temple to flee into the open arms of India.
He also left over 80,000 ancient scrolls in his temple. These scrolls contain ancient histories, mathematics, astronomy — all collected over thousands of years.
Yet only 5% have ever been translated.
"When I come back, we'll begin translating those scrolls." he is said to have told an assistant right before his departure in 1959.
He has not returned yet. So thats over 80,000 ancient scrolls of history... just sitting on the shelves in the hands of the Chinese government.
WHY am I bringing up all this in an article named "The Search for Yeshua"? 🤔 Because the story of Jesus shows up in these ancient scrolls, and there is a familiar pattern in the ritual of an aging Dalai Lama naming the place of his rebirth. It's something we have all heard of before.
For centuries upon centuries...the aging Dalai Lamas have prophesied the location and time of their next birth. Then...after death... sages watch for the signs of the re-birth...and seek out the newly born child. When they find him, tests are administered to ascertain that he is truly the reincarnated spirit of the previous Dali Lama; and upon passing these tests, gifts are given and arrangements made with the parents for the child's entrance into the temple as the newly reincarnated god.
Where have we heard of this practice before? 🤔
The story of the birth of Jesus...follows the EXACT...same...pattern. Baby Jesus and the 3 wise men.
The tale of Jesus traveling into India at the age of 13 is fairly well known now. But it wasn't always. It took Nicolas Notovitch, a Russian journalist traveling in Tibet in the 1880's, to impress buddhist monks enough for them to freely share their treasure of knowledge and historical records. I won't get into the how or why. But if you have read this far I recommend looking up Nicolas Notovitch and his discovery.
But what I WILL do is summarize the story as I read it, because it's absolutely fascinating.
It makes all the puzzle pieces fit together.
(IRONIC that this missing piece was hidden away for centuries, where the manipulative hands of the Vatican couldn't reach.)
According to the scrolls, Jesus (Yeshua / Issa) grew up as we've read in the New Testament, in his father's carpenter's shop.
By the time Jesus was 13, his fame and respect as a wise young man had grown to the point that wealthy Jewish fathers were often visiting his home, trying to arrange a marriage for their daughters.
The young Jesus, wise indeed, had other plans. So he left his home in Nazareth with a caravan of merchants en route to India. The journey of 3,000 miles would take about a year on the Silk Merchant Road.
No doubt the road was fraught with danger and adventure. Especially for a 13 year old boy. But it's written that "the Prince of Israel" (also referred to as "Issa") arrived safely in India where it appears he was somewhat expected.
(Think about those 3 wise men, and what they might have arranged with the parents.)
Here, he studied Buddhism and Hinduism, and even accused Hindu priests of making up too many gods in order to collect more offerings. (Sounds like our boy).
It is also written that he eventually achieved the highest level of guru, including the ability to focus his body's energy through his hands to heal sick people. This is something high level gurus are said to be able to do.
By the time Jesus (Issa) feels the call home, he is 29 years old and returns to the pages of the New Testament.
Now HERE is where it gets VERY interesting, 🧐 because we get two accounts of what happened after he returned. We get what traveling merchants told the monks back in India, and we get what is written in the New Testament. Comparing the two accounts, both versions of the story are similar, yet vary on nuance and details concerning Pilate and the crucifixion.
The New Testament tells us that jealous Pharisees confronted and convicted Jesus over serious matters of their religion. An elaborate detail involves Pilate (The Roman Governor) claiming that Jesus has done no wrong and literally washes his hands of the whole affair, before giving Jesus over to his torture...upon the insistence of these Jewish Pharisees.
What is written in the Tibetan scrolls is a LITTLE different. 😏
As it was recorded by buddhist monks in first century India, Pilate had grown threatened by Jesus's popularity and ASKED the Pharisees to check out this new prophet whom everyone was talking about. Which they did.
They returned saying that Jesus was one of their brethren. And that while he may have some different interpretations on Jewish law, he wasn't doing anything wrong.
Pilate was unsatisfied with this, so he commanded his own men to dress in disguise as pharisees, and push Jesus into an impossible corner. THIS sounds a lot more like the world we know...doesn't it?
That the two versions are separated by 3,000 miles and a couple of thousand years, yet remain so similar... brings credibility to the story itself. But also...I feel that the version with the powerful and merciful empire...pleading with the crowd not to crucify this good, innocent man... is likely the polished, EDITED version.
However, the version written down by monks from merchant gossip, sounds just a bit more human... 😉
As we consider the possibility that Jesus led a much more adventurous life than we have been taught, we should consider this passage from John 21:25:
"Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written"
Peace y'all,
Twiddle
The Search For Yeshua
I'm not sure how many folks reading this are aware of the different types of aliens in this general galactic vicinity. But safe to say, the popular movie series, "Men in Black" is only a slight exaggeration. In fact, the senior species that oversees our region, had once INSISTED on some educational films for the general public on Earth. Which is why those movies were made in the first place. But not understanding the human sense of humor, or our sarcasm...they were fooled yet again into thinking that our leaders were following their directions to the letter, and telling us everything that we should know. This same way of thinking has influenced their judgment into allowing us to continue manufacturing nuclear weapons, on the promise that we will never use them. Actually...I think it was a "pinky swear". Those alien administrators were told by Ronald Reagan in the 80's, that a "pinky swear" is the most sacred of human vows, and would never be broken.
In the interest of some basic clarification, I would like to point out that there are two different types of grey aliens. The greys with good body size and a pronounced nose on their face, are seldom here, and then only on business in the twilight hours. Our planet is too close to the sun for them, and is harsh on their skin.
But the shorter ones, with no visible nose? These are biological avatars, controlled by someone off planet. No telling who it might be. From what I understand, there is no age limit on the purchase and operation of these avatars. Occasionally teenage boys from some unknown species get their hands (or tentacles) on a couple...and wreak havoc on some unfortunate Earthling.
In the mid 1970's a large, grey alien named Zorfle had come to Earth on business 👽. He sometimes traded alien tech for gold in the black market. Strictly illegal in the official sense, but not strictly enforced...as this practice has always been highly encouraged by eager corporations here on Earth.
Zorfle's tech was good, but not perfect as his navigational equipment had malfunctioned and guided him to the wrong continent on Earth. He was supposed to be in Sweden closing his deal for the gold, but instead he found himself in deep Mississippi.
With his space craft parked over the tree tops of a swamp, he was fighting frustration over his predicament and just hovering there... totally invisible to everything but radar.
All of the sudden, a cacophony of commotion came over his viewing screen. He turned to look, and saw that two automobiles were racing up the small dirt road just 50 meters north of his craft.
The two cars came skidding to a stop, one slightly before the other. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved his craft over to check out the scene. With his ionized engines on low...his craft made no sound what so ever, so as far as these Earthlings were concerned, he wasn't even there.
Zorfle HAD dealt with humans before, but only military personnel and assistants sent by their CEOs. Seeing Earth activity such as this, was a rare and irresistible opportunity.
Silent, invisible, and watching...Zorfle's space craft hovered just over the cars...that's when he first saw Ellie. She jumped out of her car, laughing victoriously to collect her prize money. He watched the scene below as her conversation bled through his speakers on translation mode, and couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"I've heard Earth women are beautiful, but this one is a GODDESS." he whispered to himself.
He turned the volume up and switched on his translator mode to English. Unfortunately, his translator had been programmed only for proper English, and had trouble with her thick southern accent. But none the less, he was able to make out SOME of what was being said.
"I'm tired of beatin y'all...think I'll head out to California and, do some REAL racin." Ellie said as she collected her money. "There's a couple of girls out there drag racin! AND WINNING! One of 'em even ran in the Indianapolis 500!"
"You might be the fastest woman ever to put her foot to a gas pedal." said her defeated competitor as he counted out the money into her hand.
Just then, 3 other cars came pulling up, packed with curious friends and fellow racers, to see who had won. But they already knew it was probably Ellie.
Her souped up 1970 Mustang GT was the fastest car in town. Ellie had grown up around cars with her older brothers, so she knew how to drive it. Her father, being a mechanic, had raised his kids around the garage, and regardless of the constant protests of his wife, Ellie would not be left out of a proper education on automobile mechanics.
Zorfle watched silently from above, SMITTEN by this young Earth woman. The way she carried herself was nothing like the females back home, he had no idea that Earth women could be so vigorous and commanding.
"I wonder if an Earth woman like that...would take a ride with me? I'll bet SHE would appreciate the speed." he whispered to Ellie's image on his viewing screen.
Feeling alien butterflies in his stomach, he brushed his finger tip across the image of her cheek on the screen..."Or maybe she might take ME for a ride." he thought dreamily.
Zorfle turned and looked at his reflection in a mirror on his ship. He knew that they were both from different worlds. It would never work out… but what if?
"Oh, screw that business deal!" he said out loud. Actually, this is what the translator mode said. What HE had said was "Skorphin lukle Festies!" and his glitchy translator spewed it out in English.
Just then, on the ground, the group of deep Mississippi southerners witnessed the mystical appearance of Zorfle's craft above their heads. They stared up stunned and amazed with their jaws dropped open in shock.
"What the...?" they collectively asked.
A door opened and a stair case lowered from the space craft. Ellie, being the bravest, stepped forward to see what would happen next.
Zorfle descended the stairs looking as stoic as possible in full view of the humans. With his translator on full exterior volume, he spoke his native tongue looking straight at Ellie.
"Wanna go for a ride?" he asked inquisitively as he held out his hand smiling.
Ellie didn't even have to think twice. She took his hand and hopped onto his craft...the stairs lifted and the door closed behind them. She didn't even say good bye.
The space craft floated up slowly, higher into the air, hovered for a moment and then SHOT like a silent bullet out of the atmosphere...totally out of sight.
Ellie's friends just stood there in that dirt road looking up into the sky...stunned and poorly.
But before any of them could say a single word about what had just happened...the space craft returned as quickly as it had left!
"Huh?"...they asked.
It hovered over Ellie's Mustang GT for a moment, picked it up with a tractor beam...and then shot off into space again, carrying Ellie's car with it. 🛸
Neither Ellie nor Zorfle were ever seen in those regions again...but it's rumored that a Mustang GT is often caught on military radar...zooming around Earth in a super sonic loop. ☄️
Peace y'all,
Twiddle
Ellie and the Alien
