MUSIC ROOM – May 2017

!WELCOME…

…to my Music Room.  Featured here are my latest music compositions from the time period mentioned above.

I enjoy writing songs with lyrics taken from the psalms, popular poems, and my own  compositions. The many themes included, among others, are inspirational and easy listening melodies.

I also enjoy writing for various musical instruments and their different combinations, like string ensembles, with a variety of themes from inspirational to classical.  Of course, piano is my favorite instrument, so that will be featured in many of the pieces.

Enjoy my latest selection of instrumental music!

piano(Remember, these songs are copyrighted (c) 2016 Michael F. Nartker, SM.)

The First Piece is called “Hear Me” and written for piano, cello, and tenor recorder.  However, I have used the tuba for the cello and the oboe for the tenor recorder for a interesting sound.  The original piece was written as a duet between tenor recorder and cello, which sounds quite nice with these two excellent instruments, and with the piano added later.

The piece is written in 4/4 meter, Adagio (70 meter), in the key of C Major and opening with the main theme of six measures and repeated three times before moving into the second theme of ten measures, then closes with a coda.  You will have to listen to the piece to see why the first theme is repeated.

 

The Second Selection is called “Clod Hopp’n” and written for piano, cello, and tenor recorder, but the cello is replaced by the tuba and the oboe replaces the tenor recorder.  The pace is much faster, 120 meter to make a lively piece to even dance by.  It is a fun piece to play and hear.  You will not be able to keep your foot still.  The piece is written in 4/4 meter and in the key of G Major.

 

The Third Selection is called “Luna Moth“.  The original piece was written with lyrics and called “Moon Moth”.  This piece is written in E minor and in 3/4 meter, Adagio (75 meter) for piano, tenor recorder, and cello.  As you will see by now, all the selections have the same substitutions for the cello and the tenor recorder.  The main reason for the substitution is that the pieces sound much better rather than with the original instruments due to the poor sound or imitation of the instruments.

This slow moving waltz, seems almost mournful at the beginning, but towards the end one learns from the lyrics that it ends in joy.

 

The Final Selection is called “Wherever You Go“.   This piece was originally written with beautiful lyrics from the book of Ruth 1:16-18, and both this and the other piece can be found in previous posts on this blog.

The piece is written in Adagio (70 meter), 4/4 meter, in the key of Eb Major, and written for Warm Pad, cello, and tenor recorder.  The same substitutions are for the cello and the tenor recorder.

 

I hope you enjoyed these pieces.

Thanks you for your listening time!

READING CHAIR – Gospel Commentary: Good Shepherd/Good Gatekeeper

Good Shepherd Sunday

John 10:1-10

“I am the Good Shepherd.  My sheep recognize my voice!”

We recognize the Lord’s voice through hearing the Gospels proclaimed every Sunday, the Word of God.  And the Good Shepherd calls us by name.

I have heard from the Brothers who have gone to the Holy Land, that one day they took a trip to the Lake of Galilee but stopped in the hills sides on the way for a lunch break.  The shepherds had also taken their break and were beginning to break up and head back to their respective homes.  Their sheep were all mingled together but at the sound of the voices of their shepherds heading home.  They called to their sheep as they walked away and the sheep fell in behind them.  Slowly the mass of tangled sheep separated, with each strand of sheep following their shepherd, going on their way.

Over the years we hear the gospels read each Sunday and slowly we become familiar with them to the point that hopefully our daily decisions are made in the light of them.  The familiar wrist bands that have the letters “WWJD” written on them, or “What would Jesus do?” were popular several years ago, reminds us to call to mind the Good Shepherd in difficult situations, “What would Jesus do?”

Besides this being Good Shepherd Sunday, we could also call it The Good Gate-keeper Sunday.  Jesus is the Gate through which the sheep enter green pastures.  My fellow seminarian also mentioned that the sheep compound or sheep-fold is surrounded by a tall stone wall build out in the pastures where the sheep can enter at night with the shepherd, but there was no wooden gate.  There is nothing, just an opening.  Once the sheep entered, the shepherd lays down in the opening.  That way anyone entering will have to step over the shepherd to get to the sheep!  Jesus is our Sheep Gate leading us to greener pastures, protecting us, laying down his life for us.

To recognize the Shepherd’s voice, we have to spend a lot of time with the Lord…through Scriptures, and once a week is not enough.  If you want a closer relationship with the Lord, you have to spend more time with him, as in any relationship.  You may have friends that you try to get together once a week, but find it difficult because of family obligations.  I am sure in the beginning you had spent more time with them when the relationship was first growing.  These may have been relationships before marriage.  In order to keep the relationship alive, you still have to spend quality time with the person.

Spending time with the Lord requires they same quality time.  I know some people with children/ grandchildren use the evening time after the kids are in bed to spend with the Lord through Scriptures or Spiritual Reading.  Spending time with the Lord through your family, counts.  For example, you may talk about the Lord to your young children, or even discuss the Gospel Readings after the Sunday Liturgy with them.  Many family members pray regularly during the week, even though it may be the short time before they all go to bed.  My mom would read to us from the “Bible Story Book”.  Imagine all eleven of us crowded on the living room sofa.

There are many voices today that try to impersonate the voice of the Good Shepherd, and some for profit.  Even Jesus knew that such people existed; whether false prophets, corrupt religious leaders, or the money changers in the temple.  “Those who try to enter by going in another way are thieves and robbers!”  We need to know the voice of the Good Shepherd against all the other noisy background voices competing for our souls.

As a community, we know each other.  So when someone new comes to our liturgy, it takes a while for us to get to know them and get used to their presence.  We give them time.  And when they have attended our liturgy over a period of time we feel they have joined our community, sometimes we may even know their names.  Their mere presence over the weeks is enough for us.  In a way, we have become Good Shepherds as a community.  But as an individual, we still represent the Good Shepherds through our words and actions when we influence others in good ways, leading them back to the Lord.  That is a Good Shepherd, merely someone who leads another back to the Lord.

The time comes in our lives when we become the Good Shepherd ourselves to others.  Today there are too many Gatekeepers, those who keep people out because they are different form our community.  The early church had too many gatekeepers.

Orthodox means right or correct belief or teachings.  But who determines those who are right or wrong?  The split between the Roman and Orthodox Churches was over the “filioque” clause that the Roman Church added to its Creed.  Who was right or wrong there, the Roman Church?  In the end it was just another way to describe how the Holy Spirit proceeded from the Father and the Son: “and the Son” or “filioque”.  Whereas the Orthodox believed that the Holy Spirit proceeded from the Father through the Son.  The Romans pictures the Trinity as a triangle; the Orthodox pictures the Trinity as a straight line!  Who is right, who is wrong, who cares?

Pope Paul VI admitted that it was two ways  to view the Trinity and thus ended the 800 and more years of separation.

Today’s nitpicking over the Liturgy (or whatever) will be tomorrows quiet resolution and acceptance of differences.  We need more Good Shepherds, not more Gatekeepers.  We can leave the Gate-keeping up to the Good Shepherd who laid down his life because of all the bickering.

We are called to be “Other Christs”, and that implies being Good Shepherd, that is, to lead others to Christ.  That is why we pray to Mary, as she formed her son, may she form us into other Christs that we may lead others to him.

 

 

 

READING CHAIR – Gospel Comm: “Lazarus Raised from the Dead”

FIFTH SUNDAY LENT: John 11:1-45

“Raising of Lazarus from the Dead”

Today’s Reading is the turning point in John’s Gospel with Martha’s faith declaration of Jesus as “the Christ, the Son of God who is to come into the world,” which is as profound as that of Peter in Matthew’s Gospel.  It is the confession that the reader of this gospel is to make.  The whole Gospel turns on this declaration by Martha, her proclamation of Jesus as Christ, the Anointed One.  And so should it be our proclamation.  That is why this is the third and last Scrutiny for the RCIA candidates.  Will they be ready to make that declaration at their Baptism on the Easter Vigil Liturgy?  Are we still able to make that declaration ourselves, “You are the Christ,” and even further, “You are my Lord and my Life?

The RCIA Program prepares the candidates for their Baptismal Promises, so our life as Christians prepares us to make that statement every day; definitively on our death beds.

And Lazarus was raised from the dead, and so will we after our death.  But the difference between Jesus and Lazarus is that Lazarus was still wearing his burial clothes!  When Jesus rose from the tomb, he left his burial clothes in the tomb!  Oh, one other small thing, Lazarus would have to die again!

A true Christian looks forward to death, and being resurrected into Eternal Life, not resuscitated.  Why be resuscitated into a life that we would just have to die again, like Lazarus?  Why be resuscitated into a life with all our aches and pains and illnesses and diseases.  No way!  Pull the plugs and let me go!  Many people in our society want to hang on until science finds a way to beat death.  Maybe some want to stay with the devil they know rather than meet the devil they don’t know.

Maybe we should talk about what it might be like after death…let you know your options.  Well, one place is very hot, uncomfortable, to say the least.  In the Gospel of Luke, the rich man went there, while the other poor man named Lazarus went to the bosom of Abraham. And when Jesus visited the apostles after his resurrection and appeared to walk through walls and locked doors, he had to prove he was not a ghost or spirit!  He asked them for some fish to clear up that notion.  He met the disciples, after their unsuccessful fishing trip, on the shore with some cooked fish the day after the resurrection.

But the next life is not just the same old, same old, but a new life.  As Saint Paul mentions in his letters, we will be a new creation.  If we had any handicaps…gone!  If we had any addictions…gone!  If we had any bad habits…gone.  Those all need bodies.  We will be ourselves, but not exactly; as Jesus said, we will be like angels.

But will it really matter?  Will we be going home to a place or to a relationship?  In other words, does it really matter where we are, as much as whom we are with?  That is why our confession to Jesus as the Christ, is so important, so that we can build on that confession, to go deeper in our relationship with the Lord and with those we love.

My Mom was very close to the Lord.  One day she was praying her rosary, and in my youthful period of self-centeredness, I asked my Mom out of the blue, “Do you love God more than me?”  She had told me many time of how much she loved the Lord, how much she loved God.  She was quiet for a moment and then deliberately said, “I love God more than you!”  I don’t know why, but it struck me very powerfully.  My mother loves God more than me!  Rather than get angry, I found asking myself, “Who is this God that my mother loves more than me, and why?”

And one day I was blessed with the answer.  Ah!  Now I know why my mother loves God more than me.

Now it is up to you to find the answer for yourself.

But I will tell you point blank, you will not find the answer sitting on your but’s.  You will only find the answer when you pick up the Scriptures and seriously read them and pray them, like Saint Augustine and Saint Ignatius Loyola.

Besides Martha’s faith statement or proclamation of who she believed Jesus was, she also believed that “…whatever you ask God, God would give you.”  That is a faith statement in itself!

In the Eucharist we are also given this chance to ask God, through Jesus Christ, to ask of him whatever we want…within reason.  Hopefully we will ask God to grow deeper in our relationship with the Lord in this life, so we never have to worry about where we are going in the next life, but who we will meet!

 

ART GALLERY – March 2017

Welcome to my Art Gallery!

In this presentation I would like to show the selected picture first and hope you could guess where the scene came from.  Of course, you would have to know Gov Island well and Indian Lake, Ohio.  But try it anyway.  Otherwise you will have to enjoy the picture first and then read presentation.

First selection:

If you have ever eaten at Indian Lake eventually you would encounter this Red Chair.  It is black ink drawing and colored with pastel pencils.  Every ones loves to eat at “Indian Head” road side cafe, and you will encounter this chair at the entrance of the establishment.  They have a great menu, but the different beers are what really attract everyone.  Rather than fill in the background, I decided to pain the shadow with purple.  After all, the emphasis is on the red chair.

Second Selection:

The Wooden Bench, is black ink and colored with watercolors.  This bench is called the Deinhoffer bench, named after the late brother who used to reside at Governor’s Island.  Usually it sits in front of the Guest House on the lawn facing the Wind Turbines.  Despite its solid structure, the wind here has been strong enough to blow it over twice!

Third Selection:

The Yellow Bench near the Kiosk, is a favorite for those who like to fish off the very front of the property.  The brothers were known to have peer on tap in the kiosk, otherwise how could they continually have their glasses refreshed without ever going inside the main house?  This bench is my early attempt at oil painting.  With the new water-soluble oils that have come out, I couldn’t resist trying them.  I like them!  The canvas is framed with driftwood that regularly washes up onto our shores.  Great wood for framing!

Fourth Selection:

The Yellow Gas Lantern, actually it is an electric lantern with gas outlets for hooking up our gas grills!  Not only to the brothers not have to go to the house for a refill, but the grill has a gas hookup that attaches to either side of this lantern!  Another black ink drawing and watercolor.  If you are very astute, you can just make out my face in the reflection off the glass picture.

Final Selection:

The areas famous Beckham Bridge looking up the hill where the road leads back to Bud’s Marine.  This piece is another black ink drawing colored with pastel pencils.  It is healthy bike ride from Gov Island, about 7 miles.  I have drawn this picture several times, and this actual drawing I found recently in my sketch book and decided to color it in.

I hope you have enjoyed my pictures.  Please come again next month.

Thank You for your time and visit!

 

 

 

READING CHAIR – Portal: 3 Wolves and Butterflies

When we awoke in the morning, everyone was still reluctant to move from our camp site.  We preferred to talk about the previous day’s experience again.  No one seemed inclined to move on with our expedition, and no one brought up the fact that eventually we had to move on to reach our destination in time because of limited supplies.  We had a spot on our way to the observatory that we were supposed to be at with limited lee way in our schedule.  The only one who was slightly concerned was Michael.  We thought he was concerned ab4out meeting the butterflies and the wolves again.  The Professor was about to discuss his pet hypothesis of “Aliens” when we noticed the butterflies.

They came out of nowhere and just started to swarm all around us again like bees, but moving off here and there in a mass cloud of lavender.  “It is almost like they are trying to say something to us,” Michael noticed.  “I think they are trying to get us to move on,” I said.  “Keep your eyes out for the wolves,” the Professor reminded us.  “They are probably watching us now.”

He was right.  I could just see them in the tree line, just on the border, not quite wanting us to see them so clearly, but evidently watching us.  They seemed almost tame, concerned, but not agitated nor wanting to dash away.  Again the butterflies just seem to vanish into thin air, and then our guesses were confirmed by the wolves’ disappearance.  “Let’s go,” the Professor said.  “I think it is time we moved on. We don’t need any more hints.  We can always talk about this experience later.”

Soon we were quickly packed and heading down the path again, this time though, we were surrounded by the giant trees.  Over the centuries, they grew enormous on this side of the mountain, and the undergrowth was still thick in places.  At one point we rounded a switchback that took the path down a steep grade.  As we came around the bend, there was an opening in the trees because of a small canyon that opened up into a very long valley that stretched

Tower of the Valley

on into the distance.  But what really caught our attention was the tower that suddenly appeared, over fifty feet tall, strategically placed and it seemed to almost act as a sentinel to the valley.  We were quite exposed to its view and there was no other way down the path that would keep us out of view.  Whoever built the tower placed it in the possibly best place, almost as a warning to anyone coming down the path who might enter the valley.  The tower had mirror like windows placed at regular intervals spiraling up to the very top.  Anyone could see out, but no one could see in.  There was no way knowing if anyone was inside the tower.  The overall feeling that the tower’s presence presented to us was definitely ominous!  If the butterflies were trying to communicate a message of “Hurry Up,”  the tower definitely communicated a message of “Keep Away,” or “Trespass At Your Own Risk!”

We continued down the switchback so that it eventually led us back into a forest, but away from the valley with the tower.  Up ahead the path narrowed to a trail that led eventually out of the forest and into a meadow with a beautiful clear lake.  We all knew where our net camp would be, and so we stopped for the day and set up camp.  The day had warmed up a bit and the final hike down the path and along the trail was almost too warm for the clothes we were wearing.  This meadow gave us the chance to bathe and catch a much needed rest.  My companions and I were still excited about the encounter with the butterflies and the wolves that we were already discussing every detail.  And much of that happened while we set up camp, but Michael’s silence also caught our attention.

“Are you OK, Michael,” I asked.  “You seem a little quiet.”  “Oh, sorry!  I was just thinking about our last encounter and the weird experience with the tower,” he said.  “It almost seemed that it was watching us pass by.”  “Yea!  I felt that way too,” Sarah responded excitedly.  “And as soon as the tower was out of sight, I almost breathed a sigh of relief.”  “Those are the things that we need to be aware of, besides making observations of everything around us,” said the Professor.  “Especially as we head further into this land.  There is no telling what we will experience or encounter.  But I do feel that much of what is in this strange land may depend more on our feelings and intuition rather than our other senses!” he said.

“Professor,”I asked, “what was that structure?”  “I don’t know.  We will have to make a serious report when we get to our next rendezvous.  As I mentioned before, that may be one of the structures that has suddenly appeared in the area that we can just barely make out.  We will have to see if they want us to investigate that or not.  Anyway, it will have to wait until after we get to the observatory.  That is my main interest.”  “Talking about being more aware of our feelings,” Michael continued, “I had a distinct feeling of dread come over me when we neared the tower.  As the tower left our sight, the feeling left just a simply as it had come upon me when we first spotted it.”  “Personally, I believe that it may be a certain kind of warning device that would broadcast such a feeling as one nears a forbidden area,” the Professor said.  “Such devices were used by the ancients, but could also be used by the aliens.”  “Well, I am going to take a swim, while you three discuss as much as you want,” Sarah said.  “OK, we’ll join you,” I offered.  “It may be dangerous out here, though.”  “You may be dangerous,” Sarah teased.

The water was cold, but not as cold as I expected.  In fact, it felt invigorating after a long days hike.  We didn’t spend much time in the water, and I was ready to head back and start supper, when I distinctly heard Sarah mention that I had a nice butt!  “What?” I asked Sarah.  “I didn’t say anything,” she said and looked away.  But I caught her staring at my butt, and I knew she clearly said something like “What a nice butt!”  “She is thinking that you have a nice butt!” Michael said.  “But I don’t think she said it out loud.”  “What are you saying?” now I was confused.  “A while back when I was quiet,” Michael ventured, “I thought that I could hear everyone thinking.  I thought maybe I was going crazy.”  “He is right,” Sarah said.  “Michael does think you have a nice butt.”  “I can handle that,” I said.  “No, it is true,” she countered.  “Not about your butt, but that we can read minds.  I mean you do have a nice butt, but listen.  Can’t you read our minds?”  It was then that it hit me!  All these thoughts were coming into my mind; Sarah’s, Michael’s, and even the Professor’s.

“Now we can talk,” the Professor said.

READING CHAIR – Gospel Comm: “Tomorrow Takes Care Of Itself” Mt 6:24-34

Tomorrow Will Take Care Of Itself

Matthew 6:24-34

There are several directions that one could go with today’s Gospel reading.  For example, we could talk about the environment, which the Gospel sort of hints at from the perspective of Divine Providence.  “God takes care of nature, and God will take care of us.”  Or we could talk about trust in God, which is actually the main quote on our dollar bills; “In God We Trust!”  I’m surprised the atheists haven’t complained about that one yet.

At what point in our lives, though, do we begin to teach our children about Divine Providence, or trust in God, since they are still completely dependent on their parents until they leave home.  Of course, some of our senior citizens say that now it has been extended until they are married!  And then there are the grandchildren.  We teach our children to trust in God, but as parents, we are still providing for them; sort of a Parental Providence.  At what point in our own lives did we let go and depend on God?

Speaking for myself, coming from a family of ten other siblings, I couldn’t wait to leave home, but I learned very early that it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.  In fact, when I was five or six years old, I was fed up.  I told my Dad that I was running away.  I was surprised I told him, but more surprised how willing he was to let me go.  So I packed my suitcase and was heading out the door.  Then my Dad called to me as I was leaving, “Where are you going to stay?”  Quite smugly I said, “Uncle Richard’s house.” He was my Dad’s brother and close to our family.  Their family would come over on the weekends a lot, and while our parents played cards, we kids were free to practically burn down the neighborhood.

“He has a big family to take care of himself,” my Dad reminded me.  “Do you think he really wants another mouth to feed?  Besides, that’s our suitcase you are leaving with.  And the clothes you are wearing, I bought them for you, and you know you will hand them on to your brothers next year.  You need to leave what isn’t yours, here.  I provided for all those things.”

Since when did economics start entering into Divine and Parental Providence Providence?  I thought we were supposed to trust in God completely?  I really didn’t want to walk naked to my uncle’s house.  Not only would that be hard to explain, but I realized then and there I’m no Saint Francis.  I guess I would have to wait another ten or twelve years.  But next time I would be ready.  That was when I entered the navy and sort of depended on Military Providence.

So what about Divine Providence?  Does God really take care of nature, let alone the environment?  What about Rachel Carson’s book, “Silent Spring”?  What about now…Global Warming?  It seems like we are getting into politics, but we are not.  We are really talking about our home, the planet earth.  God created the world, and God pronounced it GOOD!  But God can only do so much when creation is interfered with by others, like us.  Part of God’s plan, even Divine Providence, includes our cooperation.  And even nature can heal itself if left alone.  Look at the Mistake on the Lake, Cleveland, when the Cuyahoga River caught fire!  What was once an environmental disaster is now a success story; almost too good a success story.

As our faith matures, our trust in God continues to a point where we are asked to let go of everything.  We are asked to let go of Parental Providence, even Military Providence, any providence except for Divine!  One day we will have to let go of everything anyway, including our life!  In Ronald Rolheiser’s book, “Sacred Fire”, he gives an example of an elderly couple who were going to do just that, in a very radical way, let go of everything.  I will let them tell you.

“We have been praying over this for a long time and we feel called in a way like Abraham and Sarah.  We feel that God is calling us into the big, big unknown as he did them.  What we want to do is to sell our house and, after buying two one-way airline tickets, give the rest of money to the food bank.  The one-way tickets we would buy would be for Pakistan.  We feel that God is calling us to spend the rest of our lives as missionaries to Islam in Pakistan.  We picked Pakistan because there is so much tension today between Christians and Muslims, and there is a need for more understanding between us.  Our plan is to go there with no money and to live simply with the poor there, and to die there.  We presented this plan to our children, and they were beyond belief, stunned and horrified.  They think we are insane and demanded that, among other things, we talk to you, Father.  So what do you think of this idea?”  Actually, I met several American Lay Missionary couples living in Africa of the Protestant persuasion.

Let the story sink in.  Pray over it.  What would you do?  Have you thought about such an action for yourself and your spouse?  I would put this trust in Divine Providence at 10 on a scale from one to ten, with ‘one’ being the lowest and ‘ten’ the highest in Trust in God!  When I went to Africa, I was still nowhere near ten, but it was still a radical change in my life, even though I was nicely cushioned by Marianist or Church Providence.  The key here is that the above couple felt very strongly called, and the second thing is that they were sane enough to talk it over with someone else who was sane.  In case you were thinking of buying your tickets next week, even Saint Ignatius strongly recommends a period of waiting.  The more important the matter or decision the longer the wait!  I think his best advice was to Work as though everything depended on you, and Pray as though everything depended on God!

As we celebrate our Eucharist today, we are reminded that there are many ways here to serve without buying a ticket halfway around the world.  To trust in Divine Providence also means that if God wants us to relocate, God will certainly arrange the ticket/s.

 

 

READING CHAIR – Portal: 2 The Pass

By the time we arrived at the far shore, it was already late in the morning.  Surprisingly, it did not take us much longer to get under way, since the mountain path began at the lake shore.  The slow climb up the path was gradual and easy at this end, but soon it would become a little steeper and would eventually be work for us until we got to the top.  What a beautiful day for walking even if our pace eventually settled into more of a climb.  At least we were able to talk about the future of this expedition and ask more questions concerning the main priorities of the trip.  There wasn’t much more that the Professor could add, especially concerning the strange connections with the local fauna.  But he did continue to talk about his theory, soon to be fact, as he saw it, about the alien part in the Great Disaster.  But some of us wondered if the aliens were out to destroy us, or at least decrease our population.  Otherwise, why go to all the bother to preserve so much of the ancients’ technology?  It almost seemed, especially of the last hundred years or more, that we were being led in an ever increasing complex technology that would disclose more and more of the cosmos, rather than of ourselves and of the planet.  Many thought what else could there be to discover or even to invent.  Yet we were still clueless as to what really caused the Great Disaster.

“It almost seemed that the part of our history that would tell it all is still completely missing.  Where is it?” I wondered.

“Better yet, why was it hidden from us?” said Sarah.  “We have a right to know so that we do not make the same mistakes the next time.”

“And that is why I believe there is an alien connection,” the Professor said, “especially with the CETI Re-Initiative program.  Too many important facts are missing or hidden.  But I also believe that this expedition will bring us closer to the answers.”

“So you think that CETI may have been indirectly responsible for calling attention to our planet to outside aliens,” Michael asked?

 “…and this time, they answered,” Sarah added.

“Yes, I do,” he said.  “And I also believe that they may still be here, but hidden and waiting for the same reason that we were waiting; for the radiation levels to drop low enough and safe enough to start or continue with their projects.”

“This expedition is starting to sound a little more risky than what I was first led to believe,” said Sarah.

“That is why I am being honest and frank with all of you now,” the Professor stated.  “If you want to leave now, you may, and I will not be offended.  But if you stay, who knows what we will discover.”

“I think we all want to stay, Professor,” I said.  “Who would want to pass up such an exciting expedition?”

“Several have, I am sorry to say,” he said.  “Many would never believe my explanation anyway.  So I had to keep reasons for the expedition general.  That may explain why only a few responded, like yourselves, who know me, and also know that I will speak openly concerning the aliens once we are on our way.  Whether you believe me or not, I still have to present my view, my opinion.  If it is true, this could be quite a fantastic journey.”

“And filled with adventure and danger,” said Sarah.  “But also an unlimited chance to exercise my own specialty; alien communication, verbal and non-verbal.”

By late afternoon, we reached the summit of the pass, since this part of the mountain range was not very high in altitude.  The group discussed whether to camp here or continue.  I suggested that we continue to at least the tree line where it would be warmer at night and we would have a shelter near to or in the trees and out of the wind.  The rest were in favor of that since we were still in good shape from the last expedition.  Unfortunately, the view was blocked by late afternoon clouds, but we could still see well from where we came from, almost down to the lake.  Our view was also blocked occasionally by the trees.  After a short rest we started off again and made good time, since we were descending down the mountain and could easily reach the tree line there in the far distance with time to make camp.  The wind was a little chilly here, but our pace kept us comfortably warm.  When we reached our first camp site, we all seemed to know what to do from other expeditions, and started in right away preparing camp and supper.  By the time the food was ready we had a nice fire going and our camp set up.  We would have a little time for sharing tonight before turning in for the evening, since the next day we would need to reach the bottom of the mountain.  It all depended on what we could see of the Great Disaster area when we descended the mountain.

 As we all settled down for an evening cup of tea and coffee, Sarah called my attention to the butterflies all around us that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.  Their coloration was light lavender and their wings about the size of a teaspoon.  When they fluttered together, their number seemed to make a large cloud of the same color.  The phenomenon was quite spectacular, like a lavender cloud floating around our heads.  It was then that I saw them, peeking out from the forest, watching us with those bright yellow-green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.  The professor saw them also.

“Looks like we have visitors,” said the Professor.  “They seem a little shy, but hopefully friendly.”

“Their eyes are a peculiar color,” Sarah pointed out, “almost like they glow in the dark.”

“Maybe it’s something they ate,” responded the Professor.

“Or the effects of the radiation?” I asked.

We all realized that the butterflies had suddenly vanished into thin air, so distracted were we from our first encounter with the wolves.  As we turned our attention back to the wolves, they also had vanished.  Oh well, so much for our first encounter with the fauna.  We were all feeling wide awake now and a little giddy, like we had been drinking.

“Wow!  What an encounter.  I feel like staying up all night. We need to process that!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Not much happened,” Michael said.  “There were butterflies and then wolves.  I liked the butterflies though.”

“I wonder if there is any connection,” I added, “between the butterflies and the wolves?”

“Actually, that is a good observation, Nicholas,” the Professor said.  “I believe there is a connection.  What it is, I am not sure yet.”

“It is interesting that they both showed up at the same time,” Sarah mentioned.  “I almost felt the wolves wanted to communicate with us; like I could sense their minds.”

“Or read their minds?” Michael added.

“Well, I am sure there will be other encounters,” the Professor interjected, “because this is the first experience that the other expeditions reported.  I can say this now without prejudicing your observations, and even if I do, you need to be alert for future encounters.”

“This is great stuff, Professor,” Sarah said.  “I am looking forward to what we might find, no matter what you decide to tell us.  I don’t think I will be able to sleep tonight.”

“Well, I am not surprised.  The second experience the other groups reported was a strong euphoria upon the initial contact,” he said.  “I guess I don’t have to encourage all of you to be aware of these events, especially when they are happening, so we can make accurate reports and add these to our future studies.”

“So, Professor, this is sort of an academic field trip thrown in?” I said.

“Yes, one could say that.  Fortunately for us, these are not firsthand experiences, but follow-up.  That will make it easier for us to report, especially academically, so that there will not be any initial underlying doubt that may come from first hand reports.  I feel this is the most important study that we will come across in a long time, but that we need to address now.”

“Professor,” Michael called his attention, “Are you connecting this with your previous theory of the alien connection?”

“Yes!  That is where you will be coming in with your specialty,” he said, “Alien communication and non-verbal communication.”

“I am not like Sarah,” said Michael.  “I do not think I can wait for each and every experience to happen before you explain them.  Please, at least give us a clue.  Besides, I feel like we are  being used as guinea pigs.”

“Alright,” the Professor offered.  “I am sure by the next experience you will soon know or will at least be able to figure out for yourself the answers.  Again, I cannot yet give you any more clues until this particular experience happens.  But once it does, I promise you, I will fill you in completely with the rest of the information concerning our present expedition.”

 We were all very excited and wondered what that particular experience could be.  It was very difficult to get to sleep that night, and the Professor had to remind us that we do need our sleep for the next day.  So we reluctantly retired to our tents and to our own thoughts about the next day.  I was pleased to see that our relationships had continued to grow and that we were bonding quite well among each other.  Michael and I had always been close to each other, but I felt that our friendship was now reaching out to include others in ways that had never happened before.  Usually we felt that anyone else who entered our own personal life would either be competition, or “the” person, or the “special” person, or the “other half”, the “life-long” companion, mate, whatever.  And we would just work that out like everything else in our lives.  Never before had I thought beyond the fact that our relationship might be a special one.  Anyway, what brought on all these thoughts now was that we were all excited about the day’s experiences, and maybe that was amplifying our emotions and thoughts.

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