I reread Illusions by Richard Bach. My last time spent with that book was over thirty years ago. Needless to say a lot has changed but some things haven’t. The timeless message of our control over reality remains the same. Not all reality of course, but the nuanced reality closest to our spirit is maleable, you change reality.
The copy I pulled off of the bookshelf, a hardback copy missing its dust cover, was first spotted at the Miami Book Fair in the mid to late 90s. It was in a stack on the actual street pavement, a travisty for sure. So I rescued the book.
Now I had read a paperback copy a couple of time starting at around age 19. My life seemed an echo of Bach’s as I read through his books. He flew old biplanes, I drove a ’72 VW Bus. Richard seemed troubled by the same deep questions of reason and purpose to our lives. And while I was reading One I met a soulmate, even as I was in a dying long term relationship.
A lot has happened. I forgot the truth of Illusions. Marriage and a large family required a different energy, but now that time is passing much how my life with Ona was passing when I met Melissa.
Now I’m not leaving my wife or alienating our children just yet, but the wind has shifted.
One last odd note before I go on to my next task. Towards the back of the book I found a parking ticket stub for a hockey game. It was the game seven Kelly Cup final in Biloxi. We drove to that game from Tallahassee without tickets. The game was sold out. But Fate was on our side and we scored some tickets. We witnessed a late double overtime winner from the home team, the side we were cheering for. It was magical.
Well this is awkward because this is where you find out I’m a liar because I do have one last thing to say about that trip. The memory is fuzzy but this may have been the trip Melissa met Mark and me at the hotel in Mississippi. She had travelled the day previous with Dana. Turns out Melissa was cheating on me with a married couple in Louisiana. She probably had that guy’s cum in her when I kissed her hello.
Women are bitches. Fun at times, but bitches.
