My Own Mid-Summers Dream 1978 by: Jim Gandolf Copyright 2015 “The Westside of Life”
I was
in the state of mind of being tired and exhausted. I was 13 years old and just
getting over a major sun burn. I went to my first Indianapolis 500 mile race
just about a month ago. I; at the time couldn't believe how peaceful I was just
sitting there on the couch in the living room in a small town called Thorntown,
IN. June 1978, I come from a very troubled past, many different forms of pain
in my life to that point in time. I was just tired from football summer
practice, and physical conditioning to play for the 7th grade
Western Boone football team, the middle school side (Western Boone had a high
school side and a middle school that combined). That night; for some reason I
was all alone at home and dusk was setting in a town that was built on an Indian
Burial Ground. A lot of noises and the wind just made noise for no reason at
all. I have been through the most exciting time of my life (to that point in
time), by seeing the Indy 500 just a bit ago. I have prayed to the Lord for a
year, to get to that particular race, and to top that action off, I went to the
race with second degree sun burn on my shoulders, plus the pain, and the
itching of the scars (From the sunburn healing) gives me the shivers just
thinking about the blisters at that time of my life. I could; on that night
hear the wind blow through that old well-built farm type house. A house with a
grand living room with a pallor that had crystal doors, and a lot of big led
glass windows. I was just starting to
think that a year ago I started to pray about seeing the Indy 500, over a dream
I had, and a deep voice telling me to read two verses of the Bible every night,
and I would see my first Indianapolis 500 mile race. I had faith to see that
dream through even to this day with missing a few months here and there; I
still read the Bible every night. I remember that dream many years ago like it
was last night. Thorntown was a very peaceful small healthy environment to live
in, but it was short lived. I only lived in that small town for two years. That
time of being open to meeting anyone and a great group of friends that I will never
forget any of them. An artist named Craig White made wonderful American Indian
art (Oil Panting’s that moved your soul by just starring at them, about Indian
life and history). His son Robby White was like the best friend a guy could
ever have. I went to so many Indian get togethers called powwow’s I
believe. I don’t want to offend anyone
by calling those get togethers the wrong name. I got to dance in circles with
the beat of a drum by many leaders of a tribe, and had the time of my life. I
could go on about so much fun in that time period of my life, but there was the
dark side as well. I was physically abused many of times growing up, but this
time period was so traumatic I just can’t explain this type of pain that I was
going through at this time period of my life. This night was calm, nice and
warm, with the wind blowing around the house. I was alone, plus even I was calm to the tune
of getting something to eat. I was kind of hungry and no one was around and
there was not a note in sight.
After
getting something to eat, I sat on the couch and started to just relax. I
started to think about Sugar Creek. Some
fishing in the morning and swimming by noon. The wind was picking up just a bit
more and I could really hear this wind kicking around, a peaceful stop to all
the noise that was going around this old house. I was thinking where everyone
is; I was just at peace though, a blue crystal kind of light just appeared in
the middle of the room, at this point I couldn't breathe at all. I couldn't
move at this point either. A young girl at this point just appeared right in
front of me, and she was floating in the middle of the room smiling at me, but
I tell you this I was terrified by all means and could not even move at all.
She was full of happiness and just stared at me while she was floating there
right in the middle of the room, with about three feet off the ground. I
believe I was at this point in a state of shock and I still couldn't breathe or
speak at all. For some reason real low and soft orchestra music started to play
as this young girl (That looked like she was 4 or 5 years old, with steel blue
deep eyes, and bright blond hair) tilted her head at an angle and smiled then
floated real fast to the corner of the ceiling, never to be seen ever again. It
was like time stood still for hours and I could not do anything at all. This
only took just a few seconds though, but I just couldn't move or speak at all.
The music stopped as well, and then the wind picked up again right after this
young girl went through the corner of the ceiling. I was sweating and started
to panic, and then thought to myself that I must not talk to anyone about this
at all, or I would get locked up real fast. I have over the years have
explained this story to spiritual church leaders, and a few priests, and nuns
about this, but not too many friends at all. The best answer I did get from a
Minister of Christian faith much later in life was that I might of saw an angel
or a daughter that wasn't born yet. This experience was not disruptive at all,
I believe that it was a blessing to the fact that the Lord trusted me enough to
experience this certain type of action. Until tonight when I looked into Ruthie
Jo Gandolf’s eyes and a certain kind of peace came over me to even look at her
wonderful Steel Blue eyes, and Ruthie Jo said for no reason at all, “Thank you
Daddy and I love you!” My heart stopped and that night back in June in the year
of 1978 hit my very own soul. I just want to thank the Lord for giving me all
the experiences I have been through to have this wonderful peacefulness right
here and now.
I had to have been dreaming that wonderful night back in 1978.
Jim Gandolf
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