St. George's day on the 23rd of April, rather, belongs to the late mystic and occult writer, George Adamski who served as one of the greatest 1950s extra terrestrial contactees. We've written plenty about his space brothers on the blog--in particular, the Cableman fantasy series.
Gerard Aartsen made this comment on Facebook which sums it up quite well: "50 Years ago today, on 23 April 1965 (St George's Day), George Adamski concluded his incarnation on Earth, having fulfilled his mission of informing the world of the existence and continued visits of people from other planets. Never wavering from the facts, undeterred by intimidation and undistracted by the fleeting riches of fame and money, George Adamski was the bravest of all the contactees of the 1950s"
Here's one I took while hiking on a nature trail. I noticed that the forest preserve district had done some prescribed burning that just so happened to be in an area which was once railroad tracks. They probably hadn't been used in a number of decades. Curious I ventured over to the area to investigate and was suddenly confronted by the flying saucer as seen in the image. As you can see, it’s very close. I believe this is a Venusian
Today's featured writing is a new installment of the Black Leather Gloved Hands mystery series. We finally get a break in the case and begin to solve the mystery. Oh, but it's not the police who learn these things. It's you, the reader.
Have a great weekend, and keep your eye on the sky for any flying saucers that may come your way.
By the way: the main character in this story is named George. In no way is this intended to have anything to do with the late George Adamski. It's simply coincidence.
The Black Leather Gloved Hands Mystery Series--story eight
It was Tuesday morning as George sat in a conference room with his boss for a one-on-one meeting. It was a serious meeting that addressed George's inappropriate behavior from yesterday afternoon. Recall that another video was made of George's wife, Krystal, being brutally raped in the back of the mysterious stranger's van. As usual, the recording was sent to all of George's coworkers and boss. Upon seeing this video, George went berserk and threw computers around the room while smashing office furniture.
"Listen George..." began the boss at their one-on-one meeting. "... I understand that you are going through a terrible crisis at home. And I believe I've been sensitive to your circumstance. If you need to take some time off work—use FMLA or accumulated personal time—you are more than welcome to do so. But I cannot have another episode like yesterday afternoon."
"WHAT???" shouted George. His face was beet-red with perspiration running down. George's heart was thrown into hyper-drive.
"Easy, George! What did I just say?” demanded the boss. Now I'm really sorry to say this, but if your outbreaks persist and you continue to destroy company property while shouting profanity, I'm going to have to let you go—fire you."
"I can't believe this!" argued George. "My wife is being repeatedly attacked by some psycho, and you're threatening to fire me?"
"George, like I said, if you need to take some personal time and get things straightened out at home; you can do so. In fact, I would strongly encourage you to do this. I mean you're not even productive here at work, anymore."
"I can't believe this shit!" answered George upon standing up from his chair. He stormed out of the conference room, through the front office, and to the hallway. He needed to get away for a few minutes before he used any more profanity, or worse, beat up the boss. At the moment, George couldn't see how his circumstance was being considered. I suppose he felt as-if he were being treated unfairly.
George nearly punched the door of the restroom open. While storming over to the sink to splash cold water on his face, he heard something; something like a video recording being played on a cell phone from the far bathroom stall.
"I'll tell you what you can do with this gun, Bitch... Suck it...! Suck the barrel of this gun...! “Do it like you mean it...! Do it like you want me to blow my load...!"
George heard that before! It was the video recording of Krystal's recent rape. What sort of sick-minded person was hiding in the bathroom stall to watch it? George just had to see.
"Keep sucking, you bitch! Don't stop!"
With unbelievable fury, George kicked the door to the stall open. He kicked so hard that it had been ripped off the hinges. And there sat Steve, the office rookie, with phone in one hand and erect penis in the other. He was masturbating to Krystal's brutal rape.
"WHAT THE FUCK?????" Shouted George. Due to injury to his knuckles brought on by excessive punching of the walls, he was unable to do so at the moment to release rage. But that didn't stop him from reaching into the stall, grabbling Steve by the throat, and dragging him out into the main restroom area.
Terrified for his life; Steve still had his pants down to his ankles, and exhibiting a shrinking erection.
"This is going to hurt, Bitch! I warn you!" The cell phone lay on the floor of the bathroom stall with video still playing Krystal's rape.
"YOU SICK FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!" shouted George upon grasping his hand around Steve's throat, and repeatedly blasting his rage-powered fist into his face. It was like smashing a tomato. Blood ran and splattered all over Steve's face and George’s fist. Some even got on the surrounding walls. And when George was frustrated with the slippage from excessive blood, he moved to repeatedly punching his coworker in the stomach and ribs.
Steve could no longer take the beating. He would have collapsed on the floor had it not been from George's strong grip and arm holding him up by the neck. Steve did finally manage to kneel as George's strength gave in. But this only invited an onslaught of kicks to the head and face until Steve finally collapsed.
With Steve bloody, bruised, and unconscious from the severe trauma; George was satisfied.
"Get the fuck out of here, Bitch! I'll see you next time!" The cell phone that lay on the floor in the bathroom stall ended the recording of Krystal's brutal rape in the stranger's van.
It was Wednesday afternoon as Krystal sat in the kitchen and nervously spoke on the phone. Her husband remained in jail and waited to be released. This was his third time being incarcerated since the episodes of Krystal's rape began. As always, it was due to George's poor decisions and outbreaks of anger which led to arrest. But would he be able to get out this time after beating his coworker bloody? Would his police commissioner friend be able to rescue him?
"He's still in jail." explained Krystal on the phone.
"Do you think he'll get fired?" asked a male's voice.
"When talking to him, he mentioned that would surely lose his job." answered Krystal. "I don't know what we're going to do."
"Well, give him some time to suffer and break down.” said the male’s voice. “I can pull some strings and have him at a new job in no time. But let's see where his mind goes for the next couple of weeks."
"Okay..." answered Krystal. "I just don't know if we'll be financially stable while he looks for work."
"Don't worry about it!" reassured the male's voice. "Let me know when you start to notice finances being strained. Like I said; I can pull some strings and have him at a new place in no time—probably making more money than before."
"Okay... I'll just have to trust you."
"Yes, trust me." persuaded the male's voice. Then he changed the conversation to a new topic. "We're going to have to set up another encounter in the near future. But I think we'll do it in a few weeks when your husband gets back to work."
Krystal sighed. "Could you... maybe... go a little easier on me next time? You really hurt me on Monday morning. I'm still bleeding when I go to the bathroom."
"Anal sex can do that." explained the male's voice on the phone. "Especially when it's forceful."
"And I think we need to be extra careful to make sure we don't get caught." further explained Krystal. "The police were here. I think they are onto what's happening."
Just at that very moment, a technician for the police detective's department succeeded into hacking Krystal's cell phone. No, the police didn't have a search warrant, or authorization from Krystal's cell phone carrier to monitor phone calls. But the police needed information to help crack the case open. Too bad the only thing that was recorded at that moment was the end of the phone conversation.
"... onto what's happening..." were the first words from Krystal that were recorded.
"Well try not to worry." insisted a male's voice. "I'll call you later this week for any updates."
And that was the end of the first cell phone conversation of Krystal’s ever recorded by the police. You and I got to hear much more, of course. And if George new of the details of this call he would have surely shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK???"
I'm sure you're thinking that right about now.
To be continued...