Om Prakash John Gilmore
John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
Visiting Ricketts Glen
It almost seemed like another state, or maybe even another country. I've lived in PA most of my life but never spent much time in the small towns. As a project I began to visit many of the small towns and explore the natural resources there and life in general. This led me to Ricketts Glen, a very large park in Central PA near Bern PA. Bern PA? Where is that? Somewhere out there near Wilkes-Barre, Hazleton, and Tamaqua.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 26 days ago in Wander
The Inner Silence
By John W. Gilmore Time had passed. Sheila and I were in a small lab located in a dome in one of the many gardens, working on the cultivation of new plants that would produce more fruit and seeds. By that time I didn’t have to speak anymore, I could simply send telepathic messages. The amazing thing about that type of communication was that one could communicate with anyone from any distance. All that was needed was for them to have the ability to pick it up and hear it.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I was getting a little uncomfortable holding this woman's hand. It felt like some type of warm energy was flowing into me. It began to feel good, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like feeling good. I looked at her face. She turned her face toward me and scowled.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I was all packed up and ready to go. This had really been an interesting trip, especially the people I had met the last day here, or had I? I looked at my watch. Someone was supposed to meet me this morning to take me to their secret underground world, but no one was here. I could have guessed, even though I don’t know how they pulled off what I had seen the night before. It all seemed so real.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I used to hear them talking about me. I guess you could say they were spirits, or angels, or something. As I got older I ignored the voices. They went away eventually as I sat in my small room reading my science fiction books and fantasy books. I couldn’t get enough of those books until something strange happened--I got a hold of a book on spirituality and shamanism. I was very young.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 2 months ago in Fiction
We Don’t Know
“Why aren’t there any real women in space? That's what I want to know!” Berry practically shouted. I looked around the room and saw some of the security women shake their heads. They weren’t exactly the women we knew about on Earth. They were from distant planets. They weren’t exactly like the women on Earth, but they were female, I guess. It wasn’t any of my business, to be truthful, and I hadn’t looked down the front of their pants.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 2 months ago in Fiction
The Other Way
I am so exhausted that I find it hard to write. I have been traveling all day and wearing a mask for more than 10 hours, barely able to breath. I got out of bed at 430AM in Philadelphia, rushed to the airport, and have been going ever since. Here, in CR, it is only 8PM, but my body knows it is really 10. I have a choice...to try to stay up until my normal bedtime or to just go to bed right now and possibly wake up in the middle of the night. That really isn’t a choice for me.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 2 months ago in Wander
Four Guinea Pigs
“What are you looking at, Bett?” “The Earth.” I stepped beside her and looked out the window. There it was, a lifeless cinder just floating there in space. It was nothing like the old photos of what it had been when it was alive.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 3 months ago in Fiction
