Om Prakash John Gilmore
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John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
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Ode To The One Percent
The air is cool, but the sun bright and warm. Traffic rumbles by on this four lane street that used to be considered a highway before the quick, glossy interstates. Across from me there is a structure with four open walls, two tables, and four chairs. I am sitting in the shadows against the building wall among three other tables outside. Across the street there is a large Walgreens and a busy strip mall, and across from that an Auto Collision Shop for high end cars with high end prices.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Journal
In A Strange Place
(Part 4) My eyes hurt from the bright light. It took a lot of arguing to convince General Goyce to put the shutters down. She kept acting as if I was just pretending that the light was hurting my eyes. If that was Goyce, I didn't know what I had ever seen in her. Yet again, it wasn't anymore and probably never had been. She had a few of her mannerisms and even spoke like her sometimes, but it wasn't her.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
In A Stranger Place
It was fun to be around people again, I must admit. It had only been a couple of months, but it had seemed like years. Here we were, the humans who were rounded up and sent to a colony of mostly ALFs (Artificial Life Forms) in order to interact with them to allay their prejudices about the nature of humanity. What they saw in us, apparently, would determine the AI (Artificial Intelligence) human relationship well into the future where Earth was concerned. I guess we were sort of ambassadors, or missionaries for the secular human society. Problem was that we were misfits.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
Alone Again
Most of my days are quiet now. You might even say lonely, except for the fact that I don’t get lonely anymore, since she went away. I lived a wonderful life, I thought it was anyway. I had been a success, as described by my family and friends. I was what everyone told me I was supposed to be. I had a good job working at a law firm. I was politically connected. I was the board president of my church and worked out at the gym regularly, until it happened.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
Struggling For Justice and Diversity
"Apparently what your generation was doing wasn't enough. We waited for years and years and helped any way we could without being radical or oppressive, until we decided that that cow wasn’t going to give us any milk,” He said. He scanned the other faces on the panel and then scanned the audience's faces. Many gave a nod that was almost imperceivable. Some openly acknowledged what he said while some frowned.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
What Could Become Of It?
“The place is a desert. It is hot and dusty with very little vegetation most of the time. That's why we live in steel hardened, glass domes. It isn't the quality of the atmosphere, it's the heat and the rain. It hardly ever rains and when it does it is highly acidic.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
The Joy Of Serving That I Never Wanted
Myra and I were doing well. We were having a lot of fun and getting along together. Everyone knew we were seeing each other, which was fine. I thought the relationship was very serious and then she tells me she wants to visit The Seven Stars. She wants to take a year off from the board to visit the planets on some pilgrimage. And then she told me I didn’t have to wait for her because she might not come back. That heifer broke my heart.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Futurism
The Final Frontier Is Not For Humans
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe not. I also don’t think anyone can hear a scream of a person living a life of quiet desperation. Mine was getting more and more desperate every day, but I had a pleasant smile.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Futurism
The Joy of Serving: That I Never Wanted
It was harder than I thought--standing there watching Syra’s literal bone crushing exploits to get people to join. I had never seen such aggressive tactics. I started going in first to just about beg these people to join knowing what they could expect from her. They got angry at me and would holler at me and curse me. I tried to calm them and help them find a way out, which seemed to make them even more angry.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Futurism
On A Train Bound For Glory
A hand shook me, gently, and then with a little more force. I didn’t want to wake up. I was in paradise. I was with my wife who died from Covid 32 and my children that followed soon after in the 3rd Great War. The Earth was green again. We were in a state park having a picnic by a rushing waterfall. Thick streams of clear and white water gushed down from a height of almost 500 ft. plashing into a round pool big enough for everyone to swim.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
