Post by rvm45 on Mar 9, 2012 15:21:59 GMT -6
Vision
Chapter One
There are three Main Criteria for Insanity:
You hear things that are not speaking. You see things that are not visible. At least part of the time you speak in the Aphasic Gibberish that they call “Word Salad”.
I was never in much danger of being declared insane by this rather Liberal Classification Scheme that I’ve lived under over halfway through my fifth decade in this life, such as it was.
That was when God started to talk to me…
Hell yes, I mean audibly and literally—he’s been speaking to me by way of Dreams and Vague Feelings, and what-not, all my life. I always kinda expected that.
I’ll give you an example. I was looking at a “J&S” Cataog, and my latest copy of “Centerfire-System’s” Catalog.
I bought a Pair of Smith And Wesson 5906s about seven years ago, from Centerfire Systems. I don’t much care for either 9mms, or Double-Action Autopistols either. I really liked these 9s though. They turned out to be really fine Guns—a couple of rare gems.
I only wished that I’d picked out a third Pistol, to leave in a Bug-Out Bag.
Well There was another old 5906 that someone had diligently modeled into a Semi-Auto Aussault Pistol—Nine Inch Extended and Ported Barrel; no Magazine Safety; no Automatic Hammer Drop and no Firing-Pin Block…
It had Hogue Goncalo Alve Stocks; a whole Selection of standard fifteen round Magazines, Some of Marlin’s 30 Round Magazines and two-dozen of the Custom-modified 24 Round Magazines.
Point One: Colonel Cooper always said that the 9mm was a Chucklehead’s Choice of Caliber.
Point Two: Colonel Cooper always said that an Intelligent man doesn’t choose to Assault anything with a Pistol.
Point Three: I couldn’t afford all the Custom work someone had poured into the Ill-Conceived Play-Pretty.
But the Voice solidly commanded: “Buy the whole Package, you need it for your Bug-Out Bag.”
The Voice neither Mumbled, Nor Stammered Nor Deigned to repeat itself.
Friends, I’d have had to do a Quick Small-Change Safari right about then, to buy me a Two-Liter Pepsi. I stayed broke—and I do mean “Flat Broke”—most of the Time.
Before the Business day had closed, I had an over-night order in to Centerfire-Systems to pay for the Chuckle-Headed 5906 and Accessories.
I also had a Bull-Barreled, Stag-Handled, Nickel-Plated Ruger MKII .22 Autopistol, along with several Nickled Magazines…
And I had a Walther PP in .22LR—also Nickeled and Stag Handled.
I had a 2 Inch S&W Model 12 with Round-Butt Pearl Grips (A light-Weight, but six-shot .38 Special).
I had two New-In-Box ( Nine Inch Bladed ) Western Bowies.
I had a Very worked-over SKS, with a Custom Checkered Walnut Stock…
And I had over a Dozen Various little “Pea-Shooter” Guns—tiny .22s, .25s and .32s—most with Pearl Grips…
Along with a few Switchblades and Straight Razors.
All paid for, and in Transit.
Can’t claim that God told me to Rock Pea-Shooters; but I always thought that they made the sweetest Play-Pretties.
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So for a while—about five weeks—I went to the local indoor range to Shoot, Morning and Night. Saturdays I spent Outdoors on the Rifle Range, while Sunday was dived between Skeet, Church and Long Range Rifle and Pistol Shooting.
Then God chose to speak to me once more—just after 1:00 am—just as I was getting drowsy watching a Favorite Animae.
“Get-up. Gather up your Dogs and your BOB...And be quick about it!”
It ceased being even the least little bit “Phun” right about then
Chapter One
There are three Main Criteria for Insanity:
You hear things that are not speaking. You see things that are not visible. At least part of the time you speak in the Aphasic Gibberish that they call “Word Salad”.
I was never in much danger of being declared insane by this rather Liberal Classification Scheme that I’ve lived under over halfway through my fifth decade in this life, such as it was.
That was when God started to talk to me…
Hell yes, I mean audibly and literally—he’s been speaking to me by way of Dreams and Vague Feelings, and what-not, all my life. I always kinda expected that.
I’ll give you an example. I was looking at a “J&S” Cataog, and my latest copy of “Centerfire-System’s” Catalog.
I bought a Pair of Smith And Wesson 5906s about seven years ago, from Centerfire Systems. I don’t much care for either 9mms, or Double-Action Autopistols either. I really liked these 9s though. They turned out to be really fine Guns—a couple of rare gems.
I only wished that I’d picked out a third Pistol, to leave in a Bug-Out Bag.
Well There was another old 5906 that someone had diligently modeled into a Semi-Auto Aussault Pistol—Nine Inch Extended and Ported Barrel; no Magazine Safety; no Automatic Hammer Drop and no Firing-Pin Block…
It had Hogue Goncalo Alve Stocks; a whole Selection of standard fifteen round Magazines, Some of Marlin’s 30 Round Magazines and two-dozen of the Custom-modified 24 Round Magazines.
Point One: Colonel Cooper always said that the 9mm was a Chucklehead’s Choice of Caliber.
Point Two: Colonel Cooper always said that an Intelligent man doesn’t choose to Assault anything with a Pistol.
Point Three: I couldn’t afford all the Custom work someone had poured into the Ill-Conceived Play-Pretty.
But the Voice solidly commanded: “Buy the whole Package, you need it for your Bug-Out Bag.”
The Voice neither Mumbled, Nor Stammered Nor Deigned to repeat itself.
Friends, I’d have had to do a Quick Small-Change Safari right about then, to buy me a Two-Liter Pepsi. I stayed broke—and I do mean “Flat Broke”—most of the Time.
Before the Business day had closed, I had an over-night order in to Centerfire-Systems to pay for the Chuckle-Headed 5906 and Accessories.
I also had a Bull-Barreled, Stag-Handled, Nickel-Plated Ruger MKII .22 Autopistol, along with several Nickled Magazines…
And I had a Walther PP in .22LR—also Nickeled and Stag Handled.
I had a 2 Inch S&W Model 12 with Round-Butt Pearl Grips (A light-Weight, but six-shot .38 Special).
I had two New-In-Box ( Nine Inch Bladed ) Western Bowies.
I had a Very worked-over SKS, with a Custom Checkered Walnut Stock…
And I had over a Dozen Various little “Pea-Shooter” Guns—tiny .22s, .25s and .32s—most with Pearl Grips…
Along with a few Switchblades and Straight Razors.
All paid for, and in Transit.
Can’t claim that God told me to Rock Pea-Shooters; but I always thought that they made the sweetest Play-Pretties.
********************************** *****************************
So for a while—about five weeks—I went to the local indoor range to Shoot, Morning and Night. Saturdays I spent Outdoors on the Rifle Range, while Sunday was dived between Skeet, Church and Long Range Rifle and Pistol Shooting.
Then God chose to speak to me once more—just after 1:00 am—just as I was getting drowsy watching a Favorite Animae.
“Get-up. Gather up your Dogs and your BOB...And be quick about it!”
It ceased being even the least little bit “Phun” right about then