Aurora © MFCarter
Auroras are amazing light shows in the night sky forming tenuous curtains of green, gold, and red as well as other colors. At times, when I see them, I swear they can be heard as well… like a celestial choir. They were the inspiration for this abstraction.
The painting measures 24″ by 30″. Acrylic paint mixed with Vermont sand.
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A strange event occurred this weekend in Vermont. It was an incidence of levitation. We have heard rumors of others taking place but this was the first one to be documented with any photographic evidence. The following is a synopsis of the event as it happened.
Mario woke up that morning feeling as if this was his special day. Each of his steps seemed lighter than normal…. there was what he described something like a vibrational energy in the air. As he was coming down the stairs from his bedroom, every step he took seemed to be charged. More than charged it was as if he were a magnet and the earth was pushing him away. He soon realized that his feet were gradually leaving the earth repulsed by its magnetic energy. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs he was floating.
It was a thrilling sensation to have this energy coursing through his body. Just as he was about to enter the living room, he turned. He noted that there was no trouble with him staying upright and balanced. The magnetic energy was focused through his feet and by holding them in just the right direction he could propel himself forward or stand still.
When he reached the sliding doors that lead outside there was a brilliant light. The earth was glowing outside. Perhaps it was bravado or perhaps not but he felt confident as if he was in control of the event.
He was wondering if he could maintain his levitation if he headed outside into the brilliant energy. He floated over to the door and opened it. The earth was all white filled with the energy that was propelling him along. He felt the shock of the cold air hitting him.
But even after the initial shock of the cold air, he felt buoyed up by energy and unafraid. He floated through the neighborhood and not a neighbor noticed the event.
Soon the wave of magnetic energy faded and he gradually floated back down to earth with no harm to himself or others.
There are many unanswered questions in this event. Why was the energy concentrated in his feet? Why would the earth push someone away? Will it ever occur again and why did it happen in the first place? Only time and study will eventually reveal these secrets but I promise to report any further events should they return. If you have experienced similar events, please let us know.
Here we are once again in the Northeast expecting another major winter storm. Many schools have been canceled in anticipation and the snow is falling. The wind is picking up the snow and whipping it around placing it where it wants. People who can stay home from work are doing so and those who can not are driving very cautiously.
I decide to walk out to the mailbox to get today’s mail. I put on my coat, boots, scarf, hat and coat thinking that it is so much easier to do this in warmer climates. I open the door and find that walking outside is cold and treacherous. I struggle to keep my feet as the wind tries to push them out from under me. The sound of the snow and ice beneath my feet is delightful. I love to hear that steady crunch…crunch…crunch… with each step I take. The wind whispers and sighs around me. The air is incredibly fresh, clean, and cold. I savor the feeling but I also feel my cheeks burning with heat as the cold attempts to suck what heat I have from them.
I reach the mailbox to discover all that the mail has to offer me is advertisements for one thing or another, nothing of interest or value to me. When I return to the house it feels many times warmer than it felt when I left. My cheeks are bright red and my fingers feel cold. I quickly take off my outdoor paraphernalia and toss it over a chair and head into the kitchen to brew me another cup of coffee after tossing the mail into the recycling.
I sip the coffee and luxuriate in the warmth it provides me. It is quiet today, very quiet. No sound of traffic, construction, even the animals seem to be quiet. The snow continues to blanket everything, making it clean, white, and bright.
I think about my friends who need to drive home this afternoon and hope that they do not encounter any major problems.
The snow continues to fall steadily continuing to pile up.
I sit down to work.
A series of photographs of the Winooski, Vermont waterfront. Photos were taken on the evening of Sept. 29, 2007 by Mark Carter and Mario Martinez.
