Madelon Rose Logue Has Passed

I just learned yesterday that a “pen pal” friend of mine has passed. Madelon Rose Logue, known as “MRL” to her friends, died this past Monday from cancer.

I’ve lost track of how long we’d known each other, but I got to know her from the Seth conferences (I’m not really sure if the conferences in this link developed from the Colorado-based conferences; the Colorado-based conferences were more “cozy” and small, at least the one I’d attended, and the current New York City ones seem more “big budget”) and her off-the-grid The Black Sheep newsletter she put out for many years. During at least one year, the Seth conference had been held in my town, Colorado Springs, Colorado, and we got to meet.

We hit it off, and I can’t remember if I’d offered to or she’d asked, but I’d taken her on a tour of Garden of the Gods, and I believe we went out to eat afterward. We weren’t really close friends, but in every correspondence exchange she always seemed to come across that way. In my computer, I have correspondences with her going back to 2000. We wrote back and forth and she used to publish some of my short stories in her Black Sheep newsletter. I’d even called her a couple of times.

MRL was a psychic, painter, and writer…and had been working on a screenplay over the years. She’d shared parts of it in The Black Sheep. A few years back she’d given away free-for-the-asking some of her artwork that she “felt” would be “attuned” to the asker. I do have one. I thought that was very kind of her to do. She also traveled a lot, I think mainly to England and surrounds.

And she was NOT interested in anything online!

We always got along really well and I looked forward to getting her letters in the mail! Sadly, the last correspondence I had with her was August 5, 2017, and this past weekend, as I went through a bunch of my office paperwork, I’d found a whole slew of her newsletters. I went through them and a funny thing happened. As I scanned all the newsletters and read some of the articles, I noted to myself—at the time I was doing it—that I seemed to keep coming upon MRL’s “thoughts”…and this began taking on a weirdly eulogistic tone.

I kept wondering if Madelon had died! 

Yes, this kept going through my head that late morning/early Saturday afternoon. I got the weird feeling that she might have died, because (I also realized) I hadn’t heard from her in a bit.

So I wrote her a letter early Monday and sent it off. February 4, 2019. This past Monday…the day she died. I’d also sent her a copy of my latest book.

Then yesterday I received an e-mail from The Seth House informing me of her and Sue Watkins passing. I’ve looked online for an obituary, but so far nothing…though it is, admittedly, perhaps too early. It was on Facebook that I’d found out a little more, that she’d died of cancer. She was 83 years old.

She was always vibrant and energetic in all her letters and cards and I do not remember her mentioning her illness. I knew she’d mentioned other issues in the past, but I don’t recall her ever telling me about her cancer. I will miss her! She was a fun personality!

Sue Watkins I knew of, but I never interacted with her.

To both—I wish them the most wonderful adventures!

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MADELON LOGUE – December 10, 1935 – February 4, 2019 (83 Years).
Publisher of “The Black Sheep – A Seth/Jane Roberts Funzine.”

SUE WATKINS – January 8, 1945 – January 25, 2019 (74 Years).
Author of several Seth related books and longtime friend of Jane & Rob.

A Walk-in?

Yeah, I Know…I’m Out There. (Photo © Jan C. J. Jones and F. P. Dorchak, 2016)

When I’d attended Air Force navigator training at the now long gone Mather AFB, in Sacramento, CA, as a twenty-two/three year old, I had had several weird experiences. In this post I’ll discuss perhaps one of the weirdest things to ever happen to me.

I’d been driving my blue Subaru hatchback on-base…backing out of the MAFB Post Office actually, when I’d been overcome by an extremely odd physical sensation: my arms and legs no longer felt right; no longer operated correctly.

As I drove the car, my entire body felt, well…”floppy“…like it wasn’t properly operating.

What it’d felt like was that my body wasn’t familiar to me.

From my actual February 2, 1984 diary entry:

“I just picked up my mail, and the strongest feeling came over me. I was pulling out of the parking lot—backing up out of the space (~1251 pm) when I didn’t feel like ME. I was wondering why the car felt so STRANGE. It didn’t feel right. It felt, to a part of me, like it was broke, the clutch went out, and wouldn’t start. But it felt more—it didn’t feel familiar! More so—neither did I!—I felt as if another person was coming over me! It was great! Ever since then (it’s 1:12) I’ve been feeling giddy—trembling w/a sort of anticipation of something. I had little other incidents where I felt different.

“Last night on Twilight Zone, I saw an episode where a person’s other personality took over—for the better (‘Man in a $4 a day room,’ or something).”

I actually remember thinking thoughts like “what am I doing?” As I’d mentioned, operating a car didn’t feel familiar anymore—I didn’t feel familiar to me anymore. I mean, I went through the motions, but my physical actions had been delayed and unfamiliar…clumsy…and I’d actually had to focus on what I’d been doing…driving the car…applying the gas…the brakes…shifting (which had become quite clumsy). I mean I could do what I was doing, but it was like I was outside myself and had to remind myself where I was and what I was doing.

But still…it all felt strangely unfamiliar to my hands and feet. My body.

As I’d thought about things then and now, I really feel that another version of me from another probability had reached out found 1984-Me and had decided to check things out. There was no malice involved…what I’d felt was an intense curiosity about driving and what was going on. Me. Nothing like this had ever happened before or since.

This has to rank as one of the weirdest experiences I’d ever had. While at Nav training as a Second Lieutenant, I’d had about a half-dozen or so weird experiences, which were fun rediscovering as I paged through my diary, and I’ll write them all up here. Along with this and my recent opened door experience (which discussed one I’d had at MAFB) I’d also found my “Vaudeville Act” experience that I thought I’d already written up but cannot find. And, apparently, I’d also met my Oversoul at MAFB—“in person.”

So…stay tuned…stay aware…and don’t be dismissive. There is Great Weirdness awaiting you out there, if you keep yourself open to the experiences!

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Do The Dead Dream? is now an eBook!

Do The Dead Dream? (© 2017, F. P. Dorchak and Lon Kirschner)

Hot off the presses: my anthology is now available as an eBook!

Click here to access it on Amazon!

Thanks for your support!

Do The Dead Dream? 2017 Best Book Award Winner for Fiction: Short Story!

Do The Dead Dream? 2017 Winner Best Book Awards Fiction: Short Story Category!

My anthology won the 2017 Best Book Award for Fiction: Short Story!

Here’s the award link:

http://www.americanbookfest.com/generalfiction/shortstory.html

And here’s the Press Release link:

http://www.americanbookfest.com/2017bbapressrelease.html

Of course I need to thank Joyce Combs, my editor, for her sharp eye and editorial skills. To Pam Headrick for her formatting sorcery. There’s no other word for such witchery. And Lon Kirschner—for his incredible cover artistry! I couldn’t have done any of this without them! Thank you all so damned much!

I have to thank the American Book Fest! Their readers and judges! Thank you so much! I am truly honored and stunned! Mr. Jeffery Keen! Thank you! You were so quick and timely with all of our correspondence and responses to my questions, as well! I am truly honored and stunned!

That’s all!

Do The Dead Dream? Now Available!

Runnin Off at the Mouth....

Do The Dead Dream? (© 2017, F. P. Dorchak and Lon Kirschner)

Well, after nearly 40 years, I have finally released my first anthology!

And I received the review copy last week—and it’s, well, somewhat mind-blowing holding the 500-page book in my hands! These stories are a mixture of fantasy, horror, paranormal, and the metaphysical. I’m certain there’s something in here for everyone!

The book retails for $19.99, and is available through the Ingram distribution channels, and I only now just enabled it for “returns.” I’d waffled on doing that but decided…the main reason I went with IngramSpark was to get it into brick-and-mortar stores, and one of the little voices in my head kept telling me to take that chance. Unfortunately, I’m late for October, since the change won’t take effect until November 1st…but that still (I feel) favorably places it for the Holiday Season. Retailers are…

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A Door…Opens….

What’s Behind Door #1…? (© F. P. Dorchak 2017)

A very odd occurrence had happened this past Sunday, as I sat watching a recorded movie/TV show early (the first episode of The No-End House?, recorded on the SyFy Channel?, which was pretty good, I must say!) in the morning, for a change. I’m usually writing, but decided to take a break, since I’d finally gotten my anthology, Do The Dead Dream?, “to bed.” As I was watching this show, a door, which is just to the right of the screen, opened—

Or so it appeared!

I was the only one up, and it actually caused a chill to run through me.

I did a double-take…and no, the door had not…”opened.”

Or had it?

I thought it might have been a reflection in my glasses, or something in the movie that reflected in my glasses, so I rewound the movie. Nope.

But I’d actually seen the door open! No sound, just creepily and silently opening.

And not all the way, either, maybe about six or eight inches kinda thing, but I’d seen it.

Oddly, the first thing that entered my mind was when I was in navigator training, at Mather AFB, CA, back in ’83 (November 26th; I found it in my diary), where I’d awoken one morning about 9:30 or 10 a.m. to find the door to my Officer’s Quarters open a-little-over-a-foot to the parking lot outside. Yup. I didn’t do it…or remember doing it…it was just…open. It was a little windy that morning and had been windy that night. And as I’d closed and locked it, it hadn’t seemed “real,” I’d written in my diary. In fact I’d written:

“As I think about it, even after I closed it, it didn’t seem ‘real.’ Now I’m not ‘sure’ it happened at all! it seemed so odd. It still bugs the hell out of me. The whole atmosphere of it was surrealistic at the time.”

Anyway, that odd little event foreshadowed a huge change in my life…for I had ended up leaving the flight career path in the Air Force for another direction.

So…I sat there and looked to the door.

Which was closed.

Huh.

Was some other “huge event” coming?

Whatever had happened, all I know is that whatever did happened was cool. I mean, it really was creepy cool how I saw that door…just…silently…open….

Blog Rework

Okay, well, I finally figured out how and what I’m doing with my blogs.

Since I’m tired of trying to get things to work as they should, and thinking about it for some six months, I’m linking back to this and my other blog site from my new website. I’ve removed the blog page I tried to create on fpdorchak.com and am simply linking back to these two sites. Then, in these sites’ headers I’ve created a Return To FPDORCHAK.COM selection. I haven’t figured out how to directly hyperlink that selection back to the website, so it takes you to a page where you select the Return To FPDORCHAK.COM.

This is my workaround, sorry about the extra redirect, but until I can figure out how to make a one-click to return to my main website, this is what I have.

Thank you for visiting my blogs and my new website, fpdorchak.com! I greatly appreciate your support!