Lufti from Mufti (a Space-time Traveler) Reappears

Catherine E. Goin

Description

I tell this story to help people with mental anguish. I have learned from 50 years of outpatient therapy…also yoga, walking/exercise/meditation/prayer.
This is the third book in the series following “Mercy, Lord, Mercy” and “Into the Pink Hole”. After painting for fifty years, what I needed to say that way had been said, and I turned to music (dance not being available of adults where I live.) Now writing has surfaced in my life, and I write in the hopes that what I say will help someone else learn from my experience with therapy and the help of God. Since I am challenged by schizophrenia (paranoid variety), anorexia nervosa, a broken heart, and every trauma known to woman.

Sujets

• Cuisine
• Cuisine par repas
• Inspirational
• Themes
• Subjects
• Religious
• Telerrealidad
• Poetry
• Reality

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 01 août 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489748447
• Langue: English

Extrait

OTHER BOOKS:
Mercy, Lord, Mercy
Spirit of a Sound Mind
CAT Meows, 2
A Broken-hearted Schizophrenic
Changes Deranges
goin’, goin’, gone…
A Mess in Distress
Into the Pink Hole
LUFTI FROM MUFTI (A SPACE-TIME TRAVELER) REAPPEARS
 
 
 
CATHERINE E. GOIN
 
 
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4845-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4846-1 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4844-7 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023913425
 
LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 07/13/2023
 
 
 
 
Russell Goin who made this book possible
Dr. David Goldstein
Professor R. Ascham who got me to writing
CONTENTS
Introduction
Chapter 1:Ennui
Chapter 2:The Following Day
Chapter 3:Planning for the Trip
Chapter 4:Preparation for the Journey and Party
Chapter 5:Not in My Dream
Chapter 6:The Party and Beginning of the Trip
Chapter 7:A Short Interlude
Chapter 8:The Journey to Earth
Chapter 9:Gone! Where?
Chapter 10:The Aliens Land
Chapter 11:The Blood Moon
Chapter 12:On to Dulles
Chapter 13:Cher-ie and I Take a Fashion Amble
Chapter 14:Style for a While
Chapter 15:Departure is Drawing Near
Chapter 16:The Carnivorous Mushrooms
Chapter 17:The Journey Home for the Muftians
INTRODUCTION
In my book “Into the Pink Hole I and my fellow travelers pass into another dimension. Normally I thought of the next dimension as Heaven, where I would like to go and walk with Jesus, which is now possible with Earth Shoes. As I am old and terminally tired, this can’t happen soon enough, but I am hoping to once again see Lufti. Lufti knew me as Betsy. Eileen was my name for myself, used when I was sick and didn’t know who I was. Now I know. Eileen is gone.
After many twists and turns, in this and that direction, our merry crew in my dream boarded The Pink Bubble heading in the hoped-for-direction of Mufti. After reaching Mufti and landing, the crew stepped onto terra- firma, looking around to see what there was to see on this new planet. A new planet in an alternate universe is not an everyday occurrence. Lufti and his wife Cher-ie and their pet Manifur appeared. “Hi Betsy! How are you?” enquired Lufti? He gave me a big hug which I only felt as if I had never seen Lufti, only hearing and sensing him.
Wahu and Yahoo met the new animal named Manifur who belonged to Lufti and Cher-ie.
“Are the red-skinned friends of yours Martians?” enquired Lufti?
“Yes, and my brother Russell and others of my family and friends. I’d like for you to meet them!” I said with enthusiasm.
“I’ve heard so much about you, but it’s surprising to see you are so old!” piped up Cher-ie.
“That’s why it’s so good to see Lufti once again. This may be my last opportunity to see him and his family,” I said in my happiest voice. “This is a new home for everyone but me and Russell. I need to get back to my shrink’s.”
“He’s done wonders with you. Now let’s go look around,” said Lufti and they all meandered off.
BACK IN THE PAST…
I was seated comfortably in the First-Class section of the airplane. The plane had taken off, and was climbing up, up, up through the clouds, climbing to 37,000 feet for the ride to the West Coast. “Ah! The sun is setting!” I said as we rose above the cloud layer.
“Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!”
“Wahu, isn’t it nice to be above the clouds?”
“Is there something I can get for you?” enquired the stewardess passing through the aisle as I talked to Wahu.
“No thank you. Why do you ask?”
“You were talking as I passed your seat. I assumed you wanted something.”
“I was talking to Wahu!” I replied.
“Wahu? Wahu? Who is Wahu?” she stammered.
“Wahu is Madame Pele’s dog.”
“Dog! What do you mean…a dog? Have you hidden a dog in your bag? That is not allowed,” exclaimed the stewardess.
“I don’t have a live dog. Madame Pele’s dog is in my mind. He likes to talk with me.”
“Sure lady, if you say so!” She shook her head and muttered, walking away. “She is nuts! You can never tell by looking at someone that they are crazy. She looks so smart in her black cigarette pants, blue boiled wool jacket, white silk shell, and black platform shoes. She must be crazy.”
I fainted…
Black, black, the world is black. I feel chills up and down my back.
My brains are in a sack.
“Hiss, hiss! Piss, piss went the cat. I wish she wasn’t so fat.”
I jerked up and down, flipping back and forth. I snapped out of my faint. The stewardess was shaking me…
“Where am I?” I moaned. “Where am I?” I groaned.
“This flight is going to SFO. You must have been having a bad dream. You were asleep.”
“Thank you for waking me.” I whispered as a weird voice appeared in my brains…
Whrr! Whrr! Grrr! Grrr! You may call me sir. I am from a planet far, far away.
I am in your brains to stay. You cannot get away.
I like R and R…to get off my craft.
I get tired of pacing fore and aft.
The green hills of Earth, they call.
Into the transporter, down I fall
Until landing on my feet.
Transporting can’t be beat.
“Goodness! The voice is real. It is talking in English. I must get to the ‘blue room’ to speak to it.” The thought flashed through my mind that the people seated around me must find metalking to a strange being in a loud voice peculiar. I headed for the ‘blue room. After getting inside I locked the door, sat down on the toilet seat and started to communicate…
“Who are you?” I asked the Alien.
“I am Lufti from Mufti.”
“Nice to meet you. How can I help you?”
Lufti replied, “We need to cut out your brains into bits and reassemble them until they fits.
It takes hours before I am through.”
I whipped out a cigarette…my habit when confronted with a problem. Taking a puff, I blew the smoke into the air. It crept under the door, into the cabin…
Then!...
Up, up, up
It drifted up surrounding a passenger’s coffee cup.
Bang, bang on the door. “Why are they doing that for?’
Bang, bang some more on the door.
“You can’t smoke in there, it could cause a fire, or pollute the air.”
“Ok, I will put it out! You don’t need to scream and shout. Leave me alone.
“Lufti, tell me more about what you have in store for little old me.
Am I two or even three? I never know whether I am I or whether I am she.”
Lufti went whrr!
I never know whether I am ‘her’ or whether I am ‘me.’
Lufti went grrr! He said “Your brain is slightly disarranged, moderately deranged.
You have lost the ability to think coherently. I don’t say this disparagingly.
You need a pill, or two, or three. You need them, you do. Perhaps you need two.”
“Lufti, I hope you can help me. I seem to be disassembling and no one seems to know how to help me stop it.”
Lufti said, “Hang In there kid!” Saying this he disappeared in a poof of smoke.
I stood up, looked in the mirror. “I look terrible. I look bad. I look sad. I’m glad to have met Lufti from Mufti.” With that thought I opened the door and walked into the cabin, going to my seat. The plane was dark. Everyone appeared to be asleep. I sat down and went to sleep like everyone else.
CHAPTER ON E ENNUI
E NNUI! ENNUI! ENNUI!......THE THOUGHT RATTLED through Lufti’s brain…Bored! Bored! Bored! “Could it be I am bored?” Lufti’s long, slender white fingers dropped his pen to the desk. He was shocked to his core. “How can I be bored? The birth of my first grandchild, Mairie of Mufti, is the most exciting event in my life in the last years. My grandchild is beautiful and fun beyond my ability to express. She looks like Cher-ie of Mufti, my beloved wife, her grandmother.
Lufti shouldn’t have been bored but he was. His brain went click….am I sick? His brain went click…am I tired? His brain went click…am I wired? Lufti arose from his chair, gently unfolding his body into a standing position. After sitting for several hours thinking, he needed to move. Gently he moved his body into a forward bend, resting his head on his knees and dropping his long arms and hands to the floor. “Oh,” he said as the blood began to recirculate into his back and brain…comforting his brain…lighting up the deep recesses of his mind….to find…What? The pen he was clutching in his hand dropped to the floor and rolled several feet away. Lufti’s black eyes followed it as it rolled away from him. It stopped! His head, which had moved upwards a bit once again dropped to his knees, hanging down for another long moment. Then slowly he began to raise himself to a solid standing position, unfolding one vertebra at a time as I had taught him, with his arms raised in a circular position in front of his