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)
Implant in a Brisk White Lab-coat
I looked up and saw her face again. Who was this strange woman I saw every time I closed my eyes? I looked out the window as stars streaked by and put my hand on the dura steel glass. It felt cold. For a few moments I wondered how it would feel if it shattered and all of us to be sucked out into the iceness of space. It made me shiver. What were we doing out here? We didn’t belong here any more than we belonged living at the bottom of oceans and lakes, but here we were.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years 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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years 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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years 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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years 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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years 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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years 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.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Wander
The Sweetness and The Rapture
It’s so quiet and lonely that sometimes I can’t stand it. Sitting here on the wall and looking out over the beach at the sea makes me feel empty. I don’t really know if it makes me feel empty or full--too full to overflowing maybe. It’s like the sky, the sea, the moon and stars, and the soft crashing of the waves want to swallow me up and take me to a higher place where my limited understanding just can’t seem to go.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Fiction
Journeys In Northern NH
A small town, almost a village in Northern NH near Conway, the prime time tourist location in the winter for skiing, sledding, snowshoeing and winter sports, and in the summer hiking the many trails and pine forests, sits quietly and tranquil today.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Wander