Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2

In this chapter I use a couple of Haitian Creole words since the family ancestry is from Haiti. If you do not understand one of those words there are definitions at the bottom. Thank You

***** 

  "Mom, what are you talking about?" I ask her. "Why haven't I ever heard about these twins before?"

  "Because of the curse," she utters, while looking around to see if someone is listening. "After brutally killing the twins, this Haitian man went after your great grandfather Louis. But Louis already had his pistol in hand and shot him. The man didn't die right away. Asked why he did it, he said Louis had stolen all of his family money, leaving them desolate. Most of his family starved to death when the monsoons came. Then, with his last dying breath, he put a curse on our family. Saying the twins could never leave this house and find peace in heaven. Also, the Beauvais family must always live in the house, never returning to Haiti, or the twins would descend into hell to pay for Louis's sins!"

  My husband, not overly distraught by the news, chuckled under his breath and asks, "Do you mean like a voodoo curse?"

  "Do not joke about such things," Mother scolds him. "My Manman told me many stories about the local Mambo in her village and how she cursed people to have their fingernails and hair fall out. While still others, became zombies to do the bidding of the Mambo!"

  "Mom," I butted in. "You were born here. You never even set foot in Haiti. How can you believe in this voodoo stuff?"

  She looks at me seriously. Takes a deep breath and almost whispers, "Because of the curse. I was never allowed to see my Manman's home."

  Then she tries backing out the door without looking behind her. But I grab her arm before she can escape. She knows I need more answers. So she says, "I do not believe my Manman would lie to me. She taught me spells and charms to ward off the evil that could be coming to attack our family. This is why I am setting up a trust fund for you. She said that the blood money Jean-Claude had, also carries the curse with it. He never spent much of it. If you use a little bit at a time, the curse on it is weak."

  I let go of her arm and watch her go outside to sit in the car. Before opening the door, she makes the sign of the cross, then silently slips inside.

  "Well, that was pretty funny," my husband says. "I didn't realize how superstitious your mom is. Believing all that mumbo jumbo."

  "Maybe I should go see if see is okay?" I say worriedly.

  "Don't be ridiculous," he tells me chuckling. "She is probably in the car right now praying, holding onto some kind of talisman, wiping grey ash all over her face, and talking in tongue."

  I look at him frustrated and say. "It's called, Speaking in Tongues."

  "Oh, sorryeee!" he says sarcastically.

 Grabbing my hand he pulls me towards the staircase and says, "Let's go see what's upstairs first."

  He is pulling hard enough for us to have to take two steps up at a time. I yell, "Let go of my hand. I'm pregnant!"

  He releases me. But like a kid in a candy store he continues on his way without me. Jumping up two steps at a time, reaches the first landing, turns right, and jumps out of sight.

  Standing there alone, I try slowing my heartbeat.

  "All this excitement can't be good for my baby," I say out loud hoping my husband can hear me. But just like him he pretends he doesn't hear or he doesn't care. "What am I doing here?"

  Then a cold feeling rushes over me, no through me, as a mist takes an oval shape a couple of stairs up. It looks as if it is turning around to look at me when, poof! It disappears as my husband asks, "Are you coming?"

  To Be Continued.....

This is,

The Assumed Novella Length Is Beginning To Look Like Novel Length

Jim Hauenstein

And,

"Les loas sont les dieux des nègres d’Afrique. Dieu est universel. Les loas se vengent de la désertion des nègres car ils ont été esclaves et persécutés et que le vaudou sera, un jour, leur point de ralliement"

- Marie Vieux-Chauvet -

 

 

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Manman - Mother

Mambo - Voodoo Priestess

Loas - The Loa are the spirits of Haitian and Louisiana Voodoo

 

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 1

  My story begins like all stories of this nature. In a new home.

  Recently, my Grandma's eccentric, much younger stepbrother had died and willed his house to my mother who gave it to me because she didn't want to leave the home she has lived in for the past 40 years.

  Jean-Claude was maybe 102 or 3 when he died. My mother doesn't know for sure because in those days in Haiti, where he was born, a child's birth isn't registered until one of the parents informs a government census official. She says that home births are very common and sometimes a child could be registered right before they start school.

  Jean-Claude never married and never worked a day in his life. Family folklore has it that his parents were eccentric too! Eccentrically rich. Somehow escaping the country's military government with millions in U.S. currency made on the backs of other Haitians from the sugar and coffee fields.

  That part of the will my mother decided to hold onto. The millions of dollars. She felt it would corrupt our family's love for one another.

  Still my husband was thrilled to death inheriting a home already paid off and we could stop wasting his money on renting an apartment. My mother told me that I would never have to worry about paying property, state, or federal taxes because she would take care of it while she was still alive and eventually I would inherent a trust fund she was setting up in my name. So that was one less thing to worry about.

  I was happy because it came with 5 acres of land, mostly covered in trees, but I knew, if my husband and I put ours minds to it we could clear a large enough area for our expectant baby boy to have a place to play around in as he grew up.

  On the first Saturday of May, my husband, my mom, and myself, took off on a two hour drive for the country. We were all giddy to see the three story mansion I would be raising my child in.

  We had only seen yellowing old photographs of the estate before that day and the idea of living the life of Downton Abby from TV quickly exploded into disappointment as it was almost impossible for my husband to get the front gate open, to drive up to the house.

  The mansion and the surrounding grounds were in very bad shape. Years of neglect from a 102 year old recluse who wouldn't let a soul near his home while alive had weathered the building and let the weeds and wild brush take over the yard.

  My mother said she would have workers out tomorrow morning painting the inside and outside of the house. Electricians and plumbers making sure everything was working properly. With landscapers and gardeners fixing up the grounds.

  "If all goes well," she tells me. "You could be moving in by the end of the month."

  Pretty optimistic I felt. But still, we all agreed to go inside and see if any of the furnishings and other household items were salvageable.

  Before going up the steps to the front door my mother announces to my husband and me that, "The lawyer for Jean-Claude's estate gave me the keys yesterday said there would be an envelope waiting for us on a small table just inside the door." She paused, then asked herself out loud, "I wonder what that could be all about?"

  I saw a gleam in my husband's eyes and I knew he was hoping it was cash. I was hoping it might be a personal letter for my mom giving her well wishes. But my mother kept ominously saying to herself as we entered, "I wonder what it could be?"

  She found the envelope, opened it, and let out a little shriek.

  I picked up the the letter off the floor to see what had frightened her so. It read, "Please take care of Widelene and Mirlande for me. Jean-Claude."

  My mother looked to be in shock.

  "Mom. Mom!" I had to shout to get her attention. "Who are these people?" I asked.

  "They were Jean-Claude's twin sisters. They were killed inside the house by a Haitian man who said your great grandfather stole all his money." She continued with tears in her eyes. "Your great grandfather shot and killed him, but it was too late to help the girls!"

To Be Continued.......

 

This is,

A Fictitious Story And All Characters Are From The Imagination Of The Writer

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.”
- L.M. Montgomery -

 

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Eidolon means Ghost by the way.

Do I Look Cool Now

 My consistent,

lucid,

annotator,

Yaz 129,

brought up the wonderful comparison of me,

getting a little embarrassed,

and a little anxious,

when I spouted out,

"It's my daughter's car!"

in my story,

"A Dynamic Father,"

to that of being asked by my daughters to buy tampons for them.

(Read "A Dynamic Father" and you'll see why.)

Raising four daughters I have gone to the store to buy tampons on more then one occasion.

It was about 10 years ago,

that I swore I would never do it again when,

at the time,

I got in line,

at the 15 items or less aisle.

  I plopped down a large 72 count bag of tampons.

Trying to look cool in front of the attractive,

twenty something checkout girl.

She immediately looks me in the eyes

and says,

"That is really embarrassing. I can't even go to the checkout and buy tampons for myself in front of other people. I check out in the self serve aisle!"

Of course I have gone back since then,

shamefully,

with my tail between my legs,

to buy tampons for my girls.

Now,

I buy smaller bags of tampons,

hide them under other groceries,

and I use the self serve check out aisle!
And man,
do I look cool now!

This is,

The Proud Papa Of Four Girls

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”

- Robert A. Heinlein -

 

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Why Oh Why

Summer is coming so I thought I would bring this story back for your reading pleasure.

*****

Why oh why didn't anyone ever tell me about this little secret when I was drinking beer?

You want to know how to drink beer all night on 

New Year's Eve,

at a

Birthday Party,

or at your local

Bar,

and still be the designated driver?

First a little background.

What?
You can't wait to hear it?

If I told you everything right away,

I wouldn't be able to babble as much as I like to do.

And what would the fun in that?

Our sober guru,

Doctor Joe,

as he was fondly called,

was -

Educated at Harvard with a troika of degrees, a BA, a JD, and an MBA. The late-Joseph Owades was a flat-out genius. With a PhD in biochemistry from Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute and an early job in the fermentation sciences department at Fleischmann's, (Fleischmann's Yeast) Owades probably knew more about fermentation and alcohol metabolism than perhaps any man who has ever lived. In fact, he has been called "The best brewer who's ever lived." He used that immense knowledge to eventually become a consultant for most of the progenitors of America's early craft brewing movement such as Anchor Brewing in San Francisco, New Amsterdam Brewing in New York, and the Boston Beer Company in, you guessed it, Boston. There he became good friends with Jim Koch, helped perfect Boston Lager, and passed on to Jim his little yeast secret. "One teaspoon of yeast per beer, right before you start drinking." You see, what Owades knew was that active dry yeast has an enzyme in it called alcohol dehydrogenase (ADH). Roughly put, ADH is able to break alcohol molecules down into their constituent parts of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. Which is the same thing that happens when your body metabolizes alcohol in its liver. Owades realized if you also have that enzyme in your stomach when the alcohol first hits it, the ADH will begin breaking it down before it gets into your bloodstream and, thus, your brain. "And it will mitigate – not eliminate – but mitigate the effects of alcohol!" By Aaron Goldfarb for Esquire

There you have it.

Jim Koch,

the guy you see on television all the time selling

Samuel Adams,

has been drinking this way for years.

So you can too!

Put some yeast into some yogurt right before you drink

and maybe,

just maybe,

we will have one less drunk driver on the road this

Year.

I had to quit drinking so there would be one less drunk driver!

I'm Not Bitter!

This is,

If You Decide To Carry White Powder Around With You

Make Sure The Bag Has A Fleischmann's Yeast Label On It,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”

- Edgar Allan Poe -

 

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The Surgery

I want everyone to know that I am going to be away from writing on my blog for at least

Four or Five

days as I recover from minor surgery I'm having tomorrow.

Nothing too serious,

but in my brain I'm thinking,

anytime you go under the knife you have to hope that the person cutting into you wasn't told by their companion that they wanted a divorce that morning from the now crazy

Surgeon!

I know,

it sounds like an episode from

"Criminal Minds."

Where the innocent victim is sliced into little pieces because the

Crazed Surgeon

is enraged because life has given them lemons.

This is,

A Lot Of Stuff On This Blog For Your Entertainment

So I Hope You Keep Coming Back Even Though I Will Be Away

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“Cutting out bad habits is far more effective than cutting out organs.”
- Herbert M. Shelton -

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An Adventure In Hiking

On Mother's Day,

which is always on a Sunday,

became a

life and death

situation for me,

two of my daughters,

and one of my grandchildren.

Sunday is the day my second oldest daughter,

her son,

and I go to a different

Southern California Trails

to go hiking.

This time my youngest daughter decided she would accompany us.

Looking on the

All Trails 

website,

we decided to try the

Tenaja Falls Trail.

It has everything you want.

Kid Friendly,

has a

River,

beautiful

Views,

a

Waterfall,

and

Wildlife.

The website states;

"Tenaja Falls Trail is a 4.5 mile lightly trafficked out and back trail located near Lake Elsinore, CA that features a waterfall and is rated as moderate. The trail is primarily used for hiking and walking and is accessible year-round."

 It also states that the elevation is:

"Up & Down 416 feet."

It is very pretty,

very rugged,

very up & down.

Only saw one rattlesnake,

no mountain lions,

but I really didn't comprehend

"Out & Back"

portion of the description!

It is 4.5 miles in,

4.5 miles out,

on the same rugged mountainous trail.

You would be surprised how far 416 feet is when you have to climb it

up & down

seven or eight times!

This is,

Soaking My Legs In Epson Salt Still Ten Days Later,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” 

- John Muir -

 

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Spending My Time

One of my

Grandchildren

stayed over this weekend

and if you have read my blog over the years you would know that I always say,

"Family comes first."

So instead of spending time on the computer,

I'm spending my time with him.

We had a really good time until he wanted to play

Monotony,

or I mean

Monopoly.

We still had a good time playing but I just don't like the game.

Ever since I was a wee little child.

It is the only board game that has been in every house that I have ever lived in

and I have never bought one of them!

I know 

Baby Yoda 

is really popular

but even he can't use his

Jedi Powers

on me so I like the game.

But,

I will play any board game with any of my

Children & Grandchildren

because it keeps them away from staring at their

Cellphones,

Computer Screens,

or playing endlessly on their

Game Consoles!

If

Silicon Valley Execs Are Raising Their Kids Tech-Free

and they are making millions by getting the average person looking at their tech,

there must be something wrong with it.

Yeah,

It's called

ADDICTION!

 

This is,

I Would Be Scrolling On My Phone Right Now

While Typing On My Computer

But My Phone Needs To Be Charged

TwoBuckHowie

 

And,

 

I Am Not Addicted!

"Silicon Valley is no longer the valley of innovators who solve problems, it has turned into the valley of resourceful stupidity. They are a bunch of people wasting resources on creating products that do nothing more than fuel the predominant neurosis of consumerism."
- Abhijit Naskar -

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A Few Observations

During the early years of the internet the most common word for people to use as their password was, password. Now that most companies say you need to use at least one capitalized letter, at least use one number, and at least one symbol, it seems most people are now capitalizing the letter P, using the number 1, and exclamation point as their symbol! (I have my sources!)

Father Gregory Boyle, founder of Homeboy Industries, is one of my latest heroes. Everything I have heard or read says he is 

a good human being. I also thing he has a healthy attitude about God.

"God protects me from nothing, but sustains me in everything."

 

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar has written four Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes books for your reading pleasure.

 

Phil Plait is still the Bad Astronomy.

 

With the COVID-19 pandemic, my Doctor's and Dentist's office no longer offer magazines in their waiting rooms. This has hit the print media hard. Which ones will survive to print another day?

 

YouTube decided to turn off "Comments" on some of my songs that I put up. They say it could be detrimental to children. Unfortunately they turned it off for my song about nature and one about love. The songs about Sex and Drugs and Rock n' Roll they left alone.

There are so many apps out there today for buying Bitcoin and Stocks that I no longer have to pay an agent a commission. I just use a crystal ball to choose which ones I am going to buy!

 This is,

Buying Low And Selling High Is My Motto

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“October: This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August and February.”
- Mark Twain -

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Stories Can Come To Life

 

I wanted to tell you a tale today about one of my many adventures across the globe from years gone by.

How I sailed the  

Seven Seas 

during the 1990s in my
Gemini Legacy Catamaran. 

At a time when modern
Pirates
out gun the
Maritime Sailor. 

How in the 1980s I fought off

Pygmy Headhunters

on the
Isles Of The Comoros. 

Found a never discovered  

Fourteenth Mayan Crystal Skull

in the mountain hills north of the
City Of Lamboglia

Puerto Rico

in 2002.

Danced with

Princess Stephanie, 

Countess Of Polignac, 

while we waited for
Y2K
to begin.

How I backed up the

Magic Man,

Don Majkowski
in 1989,

for the
Green Bay Packers.

Play on the same stage as

Jimmy Hendricks & Cheap Trick.

Well,

that is a true story because I played at the same club in

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

as they did called

The Stone Toad.

Just not at the same time.

But I can't possibly tell you which exciting new adventure I'm about to embark on today because that would ruin all future tales I've yet to write.

I can tell you one thing.

Characters

in tales do come to life

and are as real as your imagination lets them become.

And as long as my

Imaginary Friend Jason

  keeps challenging me to arm wrestling matches,

I believe he is alive

and kicking.

Just like always!

 

This is,

Jason Is Really Real

And I Just Beat Him At Arm Wrestling,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"Come on, Rory! It isn't rocket science, it's just quantum physics!"
- Steven Moffat -

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The Rock Star Syndrome

In a

Post

I wrote in 2016

called

I'm Back,

I talked about my

"Glory Days"

of playing in

Rock Bands

with some of my friends from years gone by.

I talked about when I was visiting my family in

Wisconsin

and was invited by

The Professor

from

Bowie State University in Maryland,

to participate in an impromptu jam session

but was unable to go.

This got me to thinking about how it felt to be on stage in front of a crowd.

Which I call

The Rock Star Syndrome.

I thought about the last time I felt like a

Rock Star.

During the 1990's I owned season tickets to the

San Diego Chargers

football team.

On one occasion I took my wife to a game.

Before the game started,

out in the parking lot

and inside the concourse,

The Marine Corps

 from

Camp Pendleton 

were outside the stadium demonstrating equipment

and showing off some of their larger vehicles of war.

Just inside the entrance to the stadium,

in the common area,

there stood a

Tank.

It was guarded by five or six

Marines

and they recognized me from working at

Camp Pendleton.

They started yelling,

"Hey, there's Jim. Hi Jim!"

They all waved

and yelled

and I waved back to them.

With the biggest smile on my face.

All around the area people were staring at me wondering who I was.

Was I a celebrity,

a person of prominence,

or maybe a

Rock Star?

It was crowded too!

People stared at me

and talked about me all the while I was walking to my seat.

It was the last time that I felt like a

Rock Star!

My wife loved it too!

Thank you

Marines.

This is,

I Wouldn't Tell You This Story If It Wasn't True,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star." - Cassandra Clare, -

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Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms in the world.

I will write again tomorrow.

Try These

I have to get ready to go to the dentist.

So,

try these for your reading pleasure today.

*****

The Hauenstein Philosophy

• And The Pursuit Of Happiness
• Anger
• Back In The Dark Ages
• Be Important
• Choices
• I'm Going To Start A Religion All My Own, And You're Invited To Join!
• I Have A Theory
• It Takes Up All Your Precious Time!
• Motivate Yourself
• My Grandfather
• One Small Step For Man, And A Giant Leap For Mankind
• One Step Further
• Only The Beginning Of Existence
• The Grey Time Travel
• The Kind Of Stuff I Think About
• This Is A Little Tidbit
• This Is It!
• What Can I Say
• Why The Tardis Is The Perfect Spacetime Machine

 

This is,

A Good Cleaning Never Hurt Anyone

Jim Hauenstein

 

And

 

“You mean people pay you to do this to them? I thought you had captured these people and brought them here against their will! How do I become a dentist?”
- Michael Buckley -

 

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A Moment Of Love

 From
September 9th 2016
my
Post
called
I Can Bare The Bitter Cold When We Are Together

*****

I didn't really know why at the time, but I loved that moment when I felt warm while holding her. What I mean is, back in the day, when the temperature outside was freezing cold and I had the thermostat in our house turned down because last month's heating bill skyrocketed to the point to where we couldn't pay it. There was a chill throughout our bodies, that we couldn't escape. But I saw salvation. It was time to go to sleep, and now I could cuddle up inside the three blankets which covered our bed. Ah! It felt so good. Then my Loving Wife hops in next to me. The person who has been wearing a parka, mittens, and snow boots all day inside our home while holding onto a hot cup of cocoa.

After taking off only here coat, gloves, socks, and boots, she purposely raps her bitter cold toes around mine. Again bringing that chill Up & Down, throughout my body. Still, I pull her close. Even after her frosty hands hug me in places I think will never be warm again. But like the Winter Season itself, it will all soon end with the Sunshine from the Spring which brings back the warmth, into her, my Sweetheart's Body and into mine. It's the Springtime Warmth of holding one another closely. Under a pile of blankets. With my mouth slightly opened, a warm breath is tossed her way, to the top of her hair, as I watch her sleep. I can see in my breath, a faint mist rise above us, as I begin to dose off myself. Then finally, after fighting the bitter cold for so long together, we are both warm again inside our Souls, our Hearts, and our Bodies. It is Love. Just by holding one another. Then, out of nowhere,all happiness is shattered, when that dreaded sound goes off, and it is ringing in my ears! It's the Alarm Clock! Telling me it is time to get ready for work. I'll have to leave her alone now, to hop in a frigid shower. Once again, I am cold.

This is,

Remembering A Moment Of Love With My Wife

Jim Hauenstein,

And

 

I Still Love Her

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” - Edith Sitwell -

 

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Have A Laugh On Me

Did you know it takes a Mother years and years of careful manipulation to educate and raise her boy properly for this world? But it will only take a girlfriend 30 seconds to make him stupid?

God created the Heavens and the Earth. Everything else is made in China!

 

What is an Astronaut's favorite part of a keyboard? The Space Bar!

Women are like a new computer virus. They ENTER your life. SEARCH through your pockets. SHIFT your balance. CONTROL your life. And when you become an old version, DELETE you from their system.

I have been told, that if I keep drinking beer the way I do, I will become fat!

Beer doesn't make you fat! It makes you LEAN! Up against tables, chairs, walls, and ugly people!

Two Irish Men were walking past a bar. I know, I can't believe either!

I asked my wife the other day, "What is your favorite book in the World?"

She said, "Your checkbook."

What is green, rectangle, and has a head on it that drives women wild?

A Hundred Dollar Bill!

I have been called a grouch by a lot of people. Its not that I am anti-social. Some days I'm just not user friendly!

 

This is,

Me,

Laughing All The Way To The Bank,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn -

 

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