Om Prakash John Gilmore
Bio
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.
Stories (105/0)
The Joy Of Serving That I Never Wanted
Myra and I were doing well. We were having a lot of fun and getting along together. Everyone knew we were seeing each other, which was fine. I thought the relationship was very serious and then she tells me she wants to visit The Seven Stars. She wants to take a year off from the board to visit the planets on some pilgrimage. And then she told me I didn’t have to wait for her because she might not come back. That heifer broke my heart.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
The Final Frontier Is Not For Humans
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe not. I also don’t think anyone can hear a scream of a person living a life of quiet desperation. Mine was getting more and more desperate every day, but I had a pleasant smile.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
The Joy of Serving: That I Never Wanted
It was harder than I thought--standing there watching Syra’s literal bone crushing exploits to get people to join. I had never seen such aggressive tactics. I started going in first to just about beg these people to join knowing what they could expect from her. They got angry at me and would holler at me and curse me. I tried to calm them and help them find a way out, which seemed to make them even more angry.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
On A Train Bound For Glory
A hand shook me, gently, and then with a little more force. I didn’t want to wake up. I was in paradise. I was with my wife who died from Covid 32 and my children that followed soon after in the 3rd Great War. The Earth was green again. We were in a state park having a picnic by a rushing waterfall. Thick streams of clear and white water gushed down from a height of almost 500 ft. plashing into a round pool big enough for everyone to swim.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Fiction
The Joy of Serving:
"What is this thing that you call happiness, or joy?" Jim asked. He was from another planet–one of the first humans to be born on the Martian Colony. We were in the asteroid belt together digging uranium, plutonium, and industrial diamonds. “I’ve heard a lot about it in your literature, especially in spiritual and religious texts,” he continued.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Fiction
Driving My Way To Freedom
I plug in my smart phone and clip it into the little phone holder on the dash it won’t move. I have an extra charger. I plug my phone into that charger at 100% of the charge, knowing that it will be full for most of my short, 2.5 hour shift. I hit a few buttons to open the app. I check to make sure I have all I need and hit ready to accept orders. I write down my beginning mileage, and I am off soon to some restaurant to to pick up a meal for delivery.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Motivation
We have become a zombie country
It began at my arrival at LAX Terminal 5 – the painful experience of flying. Arriving after a 6 hour flight over the breakfast and lunch hours and only getting a warm cup of apple juice and a few pretzels was just the beginning. I needed to meet a group at Terminal 7. There were no signs at Terminal 5, just people wearing masks standing around. The information booth sat there in plain sight, empty, like many of the hopes and dreams of the people who live in this world through this Covid and inflation crises depending on the authorities and governments to take care of them. I stood, suitcase in hand, looking around and then decided to try to walk to Terminal 7.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Wander
Holding My Hand For Line C
It was good just to sit and look out over the rolling hills. I was up so high that I seemed to be in the clouds at times as they drifted by. I pulled the bandana out of my pocket and wiped my face. It was hot again, but I was getting used to the heat, which was surprising. Yet again, we weren’t on Earth anymore.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
When We Were Young
When I was young, in the summer I would wait for my parents and everyone else in the house to go to bed at night. When I was sure they had, I would get up, sneak out and leave my backdoor unlocked so I could get back in, and hang around with friends in my neighborhood most of the night. It was dark and quiet, at the same time something was always happening.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Confessions
The Drums of War
I hear the echoes of bombs dropping again. It’s hard to sleep sometimes, but I have gotten used to it. I thought I’d never hear sounds like that again after leaving old Earth. There was so much war and violence there throughout human history that we began to think of it as a disease. Wars, weapons of mass destruction, violence on a scale we couldn’t imagine, leading to the Great War.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Humans
The Eighties Disillusionment
We all had dreams in college. We wanted to graduate, get a good job, work, and play. When I was in college in the late 70s that was the expectation of every student. With a BA I thought that I could at least get a job as a Federal Employee, which included a 40 hour week with weekends off, vacation pay, sick pay, and a pension I would receive after 20 years of working there.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Confessions