In the Shadow of Death ~ Or, is it? (WWE, 9/5/12, Death Valley)

I awoke to a gospel song. It seemed to be familiar to me.

As if it were a song I had sung in school --  so very long ago.

And then recited in church.

I really wouldn't know, because I have no memory of whatever may have happened before now.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, the Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want

This was repeated over and over again, like a broken record from an old 45.

Sometimes it would be at normal speed.

Other times at warp speed.

Other times, sl-o-o-w-ed  down, as if the Big Man had a low,  gravelly voice.

I was not in a room.

I was not out doors.

I was not in any kind of enclosure.

I hovered above the galactosphere.

Galactosphere?

Speeding o'er the earth, with only my cape as my aeronautic guide.

Where was I and why was I here?

I was not in a command tower.

I was guided by an invisible force that seemed to have me beeline in on a particular region of the earth.

Going in for a landing.

I heard someone say.

This is all way beyond my ken.

Landing gear in place.

Who said that?

I was invisible -- even my cape was invisible, which I felt and which I knew guided me.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six –

Who is saying this?

An invisible force pushed me into an arrow  - the shape of a paper airplane – and zoomed me straight for a spot on Google Earth.

For that is how it looked to me, up in this stratosphere.

Five, four

That song started again.

For although it was a psalm -- it was a song -- a rock song.

Yikes! It has suddenly changed to a rock song. A song I loved and lived.

Yea, though I walk in the shadow of the valley of death, the lord is my shepherd and I shall not want. For those who come to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair, If you come to San Francisco, Summertime will be a love-in there.

Three, two

Hold onto your hats ladies and gentlemen. We’re in for a rocky ride.

Who said that?

God, this afterlife is sure strange.

Almost psychedelic.

Did I just say that?

Blast down!

Zoomed straight for death valley California where Monterery Pop was still playing.

Where all the dead rock stars come to play in 134 record-degree heat.

They don’t care.

They’re dead.

But then again,

So am I.

Hit it, Sam!

A one, a two, a three:

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, the Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want and if  you come to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...

I was in a death valley in death valley. With flowers in my hair.

And remember, Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair.

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Death Valley Sand Dunes, Jon Sullivan Public Domain.

Creative Commons: Chuck Abbe

Wildflowers in Death Valley after a wet season.

Fair Use for inclusion in a discussion of the movie, poster or event.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MontereyPopPoster.jpg

Sadly, Scott McKenzie passed by here  recently, on August 12, 2012.  I did not know that he had died when this song just suddenly started playing in my head. But oh so fitting.  And who woulda thunk? Flowers in Death Valley.

So I'm sure he's singing this very loudly.

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