A Mystery in Evansville Indiana

Written by: The Bashful Country Boy

The evening began innocently enough, I was attending a youth conference in Evansville Indiana as I had done for several years in the past. Not feeling well in the morning I decided to go back to my room and rest.
I’m still not sure why this illness came upon me, it wasn’t anything serious, just a feeling of uneasiness and feeling as though I shouldn’t be where I was. I didn’t feel like doing anything all day so I stayed in the room.

In the evening, a friend of mine asked if i would help chaperone as there were several hundred teenage girls in the hotel and he needed a lot of help to keep an eye on everyone. I agreed to help anyway I could.

Evening came and still not feeling like going to any of the meetings or dance, I decided to stop by the hotel lounge for a quick drink. I could get by with one drink and help when needed later on.

Minding my own business and nursing my drink , two ladies suddenly sat down beside me. One was quite young, probably mid twenties and the other was her mother who had grey hair. We began talking about this and that with
no particular motive in mind.

Before I realized it several hours and a few drinks had passed over my innocent lips. For whatever reason we decided to go for a drive in their car. I found myself in the back seat with the mother , while the attractive daughter drove us around Evansville. This went on for several hours as it was close to four AM before I returned to my hotel room.

It had been an interesting evening, I remember that all during the ride all I could think of was wanting to be in the front seat with the
driver, as she was much younger and prettier than the woman I was with. It had nothing to do with the women, it was a subtle hint from the future, I would spend much time searching for this mysterious younger woman.

It would be years later before I finally found this mystery woman, and then a whole new adventure began.

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The author has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature,landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt,the Canary Islands,much of the Caribbean. He has studied  the Mayan Cultures in Central America, and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!

He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.

For more information and a link to his hard cover and Ebooks,and contact information: please check his website, http://www.journeysthrulife.com.

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At this period of time in the history of man, there is probably more individual searching being done into the theories behind the origin of the human race,what happens after death,the possibility of life on other planets, and what our relationship is to these life forms, if they do exist. There are millions of people who are questioning the existence of God, who he really is, and what is my relationship with him? Is he someone who mysteriously floats around on a cloud watching and judging us from above like some bigger than life Santa Claus, or is he, like many of the esoteric sciences claim, a part of our inner Self, whom we have constant contact with, someone whom we and everything in the universe are connected and are thus one? Each of us in our own way is experiencing what God is, and thus we are each a part of God, thus we are God! This book is a brief account of my search for my own truth


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