Photograph by Burt Glinn
Robert F. and Ethel Kennedy in rear-view mirror, 1968
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Edgar Cayce (March 18, 1877 – January 3, 1945) (pronounced /ˈkeɪsiː/) was an American psychic. He is said to have demonstrated an ability to channel answers to questions on subjects such as health or Atlantis, while in a self-induced trance. Though Cayce considered himself a devout Christian and lived before the emergence of the New Age Movement, some believe he was the founder of the movement and had influence on its teachings.[1]
Cayce became a celebrity toward the end of his life, and the publicity given to his prophecies has overshadowed what to him were usually considered the more important parts of his work, such as healing (the vast majority of his readings were given for people who were sick) and theology (Cayce was a lifelong, devout member of the Disciples of Christ). Skeptics[2] challenge the statement that Cayce demonstrated psychic abilities, and conventional Christians also question his unorthodox answers on religious matters (such as reincarnation and Akashic records). He may have been the source for the idea that California would fall into the Pacific Ocean (though he never said exactly this).[citation needed]
Today there are tens of thousands of Cayce students. Most are located in the United States and Canada, but Edgar Cayce Centers are now found in 25 other countries. The Association for Research and Enlightenment (ARE), headquartered in Virginia Beach, Virginia, is the major organization promoting interest in Cayce.
This is my virtual airplane (Click on the picture for a larger view). My 21” monitor, the Core Duo Quad computer, the digital 3D joystick, and Microsoft Flight Simulator 9, “A Century of Flight,” is loaded. What you see on the monitor is the control panel of the cockpit of a Boeing 757. I am flying somewhere at night, alone in the dark sky with my virtual colleagues. Actually, this is a corner of my dining room, the place I prefer to work and have my primary computer set up. But in the virtual world, it is the nerve center of a powerful commercial airliner zipping along at 25,000 feet while the earth sleeps below.
If I had a dollar for every hour I have spent flying the simulator, I could probably buy a new house. I have been doing this since the mid 80’s, but I haven’t grown tired of it. I used to play a lot of the “fight-sim” air combat games – dogfights everywhere from Guadalcanal to outer space, but I realized that all of that shooting down and being shot down, bailing out into the ocean and the like was really just a nerve-wracking hassle, and it was not what I really enjoyed about the computer flying games. What I enjoyed was the flying itself. Lifting off from LAX and landing in Denver in a driving snow storm is plenty enough of a life-and-death challenge for me. I don’t need anyone shooting at me to raise my pulse rate. Click here for the rest of the article
Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without ploughing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand; it never has and it never will --- Justice William O. Douglas
Fort Duffield was a Union installation set on seven steep hills overlooking West Point, Kentucky. It guarded the Union supply depot at West Point on the Ohio River. At one point, a full brigade of troops was garrisoned here, mostly Michigan regulars, although there were elements from Wisconsin and Indiana. We went up there to shoot pictures. I had assumed, before I climbed the hill, that the canons at the fort would be aimed at the river, but they weren’t. There are no canons at the fort now, but during the war, the redoubt faced inland and the canons were aimed toward Kentucky. In the War Between the States, Kentucky was largely sympathetic to the South, although the legislature refused to vote for secession. The mission of Fort Duffield was to protect the supply depot and the Louisville-Nashville turnpike from the Confederates….
…Local ghost hunters AfterDark have done “investigations” on Fort Duffield and believe that the site is haunted. I didn’t see any ghosts when I was up there, but I like to keep an open mind on such things. I do think there is more to this world than meets the eye. Whenever a place is the site of great suffering, death, sorrow or other intense human emotions, it retains an image or echo of that energy. Sensitive persons can feel it, and if you want to call that a haunting, I’m OK with that….
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