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Talking about Painting Studio Stephen and California Jeremy Search for King Solomons Mine


 

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Painting Studio Stephen and California Jeremy Search for King Solomons Mine

Introduction:  Several nights ago I was chatting with my good friend Jeremy about upcoming birthdays and such.  Jer mentioned that the love of his life Sassene one day would like a big bright diamond as a gift.  It was late as we chatted and I was over worked, but I could see Jer’s laughter as I created and Adventure spoof in the likes of Indiana Jones.
 
PAINTING STUDIO AND THE TEMPLE OF BALDY DORK FROZEN SKULL DOOM ADVENTURE.
 
When my friend Jeremy told me that Sassene wanted a diamond.  I hesitated because Jer nor I have funds for diamonds.  Then I did a Google search for lost civilizations and diamond mines.   On page one of the search I read about King Solomons Lost Mines…….The following is fiction and fact of the imagination.
 
After Googling information about lost diamond mines Jer and I took a trans Atlantic flight to London because the search led me to the International Adventure Historical Society Museum.   Located near Picadilly Circus the Museum was a dark old ancient structure.  I left Jer at the City of London On Line Game Arcade near Madame Tusards Wax Museum.   As we passed the Wax Museum, Jer signed to me and tried to turn his chair toward the door.  "Jer, It is just a bunch of wax dummies.  You will have more fun at the arcade."  Jer was playing some Star Wars Games at the Arcade as I delved into the Archives in the Adventure Museum.   
 
There was so much information about lost civilizations, maps, old books……..The archives were in a vast cellar or huge vaulted basement below the streets of London.  I was thinking this is kind of creepy and not very well lit as I pulled an unmarked worn thin leather book from the shelf.  I was astounded at the content.  Page after page of doodles that appeared to be crop circles or mazes.  I turned them this way and that, upside down and backwards then saw the puzzle was a map to the Lost Diamond Mines of King Solomon!
 
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I tore out the page and went to find Jer………………Sheesh!  When I got to the online game Arcade.  Jedi Jer was deep into his game and littered with fish and chips.  "Dude!"  Jer signed.  " This malt vineger is awesome!" 
 
I scribbled Jer a note that we were going to get outfitted and were on our way to Africa.
A call was placed to an old Army buddy for links of  gear and provisions.  I pushed Jer’s wheel chair into the Old London Army and Navy Store in Soho. 
" ‘Elow mates!  Must be Stephen and Jer. "  How did you guess….I thought.
We were promptly outfitted with jungle gear and all terrain tires on the wheel chair with spares and extra back packs.  The proprietor  winked and said,  " Ya are off then.  No charge. Compliments of the White Star Line and your old pals."  Jer signed thank you!  I tilted my hat and we were on our way to Africa.
 
 On the flight Jer was quiet.  Looking out the window at the clouds the seas below and the lands as they gained sight.  I was used to deaf people being quiet and was on my laptop chatting with Sassy.  She wanted me to repost something in her guest book.  Then Jer and I were about to land.  I could tell that he was thinking about the Texas School for the Deaf.  Good memories.  He looked at me and smiled.  Gave me a hi five as the plane landed in Africa.
 
Two weeks later it was hot and very humid in the depths of the old Congo.  The Nile sprang from a spring in Gondor and touched the earth.   The water of heaven, Father Sky and Mother Earth.   Were raining on California Jer and Painting Studio Stephen.  
Dripping wet,  caws and calls, growels and chirps.  Pushing the wheel chair slip and sliding.
" Hey Dude!  Look at the size of that mosquito!"  Jer signed.
That is not a big bug it is a giant tetesie fly!  Smack! Thwack! Buzz it away……………
We were tired and searched out.  The map was a dead end.  Or so it seemed.
The green was all about.  Jungle in and every where.   Silence. 
A profound still and quiet as the rains became a mist.   That began to clear and from the hill side we could see a valley that began to glow as the sun cut the mists.
 Then the wheelchair began to slide down the hill.  I dug in my bootheels to try and stop the slide and held tight to the chair.  Jer looked at me and smiled.  I smiled back but knew that both of us were scared……….
We lost control of the wheel chair and slipped, slid and tumbled through the dense vegetation down the hill side to the valley below.  It was a most harrowing experience to say the least.
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With a thud and a crash we reached the valley.  Stunned but intact with stars swirling around our heads we looked about.  This was no ordinary valley.  There were ruins of ancient buildings and I could hear music.  This is most odd, I thought, because the music was not mumbo jumbo jungle music.  It was Patsy Cline singing  "Crazy".   There was a curl of smoke in the distance where the music seemed to come from.  I pushed Jer and the chair toward the smoke and sound. As we made our way through the ruins of a lost civilization the music was getting louder.  We approached a ranshackle wooden structure that was European in design and quite out of place in the ruins. There was a sign above the door that read. LADY JANES JUNGLE TAP BAR AND GRILL. Jer was like, "Wow Dude!" We were both hungry and thirsty.
 
The screen door opened and a very striking woman stood on the porch sizing us up and down.  Jer was smiling and I touched the brim of my hat then said. "Good day!"  To the lady and after introductions she invited us in.   As I suspected and old juke box was at the end of the bar.  Lady Jane offered us refreshment.  I ordered a gin on ice with a twist of lemon and Jer had a banana and wild berry smoothie.
   "So, what brings you to these remote parts?"  Lady Jane asked as Jer slurped his smoothie.
    I hesitated with my reply because I did not want to let the cat out of the bag.  " Well, we were up there."  Pointing to the hill top.  "Then lost control of the wheel chair and fell to the valley." 
    Lady Jane winked and said, " Guess you are looking for King Solomons lost diamond mine."
Jer’s eyes went wide and I nearly choked on my gin.  She was friendly so I showed her the map.
 She took one look at it and laughed.  Then said, " You both look hungry, we will talk about this over dinner."
 
During dinner she told us that she used to be married to Tarzan but that things did not work out after they moved to the United States.  Tarzan had a difficult time finding work, took to drinking and one day he and his chimp ran off with the carnival.  She sighed and said that she worked for a few years as an exotic dancer, saved her money and built the tavern in the ruins.  I was wondering about the brass pole near the juke box.  She also told us that she knew the location of the lost diamond mine of King Solomon and that she would take us there in the morning.
 
After a good nights sleep we loaded Jer and his wheelchair into the back of Lady Janes beat up old pick up truck and took off through the ruins.  An hour or so later we arrived at the base of a volcanic mountian.  She stopped the truck and pointed to a cave.  "There is the entrance to the lost mine.  Mind you, it is guarded by the Yahoolie tribe and if they catch you they will eat you."  I had read about the Yahoolie and knew that they were only three feet tall with protuding bellies and wore bones in their noses.  A fierce independent tribe.  Jer and I thanked Lady Jane and worked our way to the entrance of the cave.

 
Near the opening we found skeletal remains.  Some animal…..but mostly human skulls and bones.  It was very creepy and the cave was dark as a moonless night.  We found a sign in the rubble that read:  Welcome to King Solomons lost diamond mine….NOT!    We each lit a torch and ventured into the cave.
 
Shadows danced on the walls and after some time we could hear drums and chanting.  The " Unga bunga, unga bunga, unjga bunga, cowa bunga"  Was un nerving and vibrated the cave floor.  The cave was getting wider and in the distance we could see light.  A orange and reddish glow.  We then came to a ledge and could see the heart of the volcano.  Streams of lava flowed and there were some ancient buildings.  Near the center was what appeared to be a temple.   We found a stair way and a ramp that led to the strange looking place below.  The drums and chanting stopped as we reached the floor………….
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As I pushed Jer toward the temple we had a feeling that we were being watched.  As we entered the temple the chanting started again.  We made our way toward an alter like table in the center of the temple and there saw a diamond about the size of a lime.  My fingers were trembling as I touched and then held the diamond in my hand.  The chanting stopped at that moment and was followed by a yell.  " Baddy ya di yadda!"  That was answered by a hundred voices.    There was an opening at the other end of the temple and I pushed the wheelchair toward it as fast as I could.   The feared Yahoolie were pissed off and chasing us like a pack of mad dogs.  Arrows and spears were falling all around us as we ran toward the opening the floor became wet and we slid into the opening which became a stream.   I held tight  to the chair as the waters rushed us along we could see daylight not too far ahead.   All of a sudden the stream spat us out through the side of the volcano and we were falling in a waterfall.  
 
We landed with a splash and made it to shore.  The angry Yahoolie peered over the edge and saw my hat and a wheelchair tire floating in the foaming waters.   We made our way into the brush.  "Good thing you had that spare tire."  I said to Jer as I put on my extra hat.  The Yahoolie were no longer a threat and we began to make our way home.  Jer signed with one hand. "Dude!  Where is the diamond?"  I pointed at Jer’s other hand which was closed in a tight fist.  In all the excitement I handed the diamond to Jer.  I placed a hand on Jer’s shoulder and said, " Let’s go home! "  Jer looked up and smiled as I clicked my dirty boot heels three times and PRESTO!  We were outside of Sassene and Jer’s apartment in California.  She was standing in the door way scowling and tapping her foot.  Our safari gear was a mess and we looked shabby.  "Where have you two been?"  Sassy rapidly signed.  We tried to look innocent and were Um! errrrrr!
Then Jer approached Sassy and outstreached his arm and opened his hand.  The diamond sparkled in the light and Sassene cried with joy!   A diamond is forever even if it is only make believe.  Sassy and Jer waved as I tilted my hat and went back to the Painting Studio.
As ever be well. 

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Stephen Craig Rowe

Please visit My Dear Friends Sassene:  http://mypersonalstory.spaces.live.com and
California Jedi Jer:  http://starwarsfan77.spaces.live.com 
Photo and graphic arts in this post are
The work of Sassene.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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Categories: Adventure
  1. Sassene
    February 26, 2008 at 2:53 am

    Painter,
     
    Thank you for the glimpse of some of it on my guestbook, and it sure made me smile. Although I don’t believe they would say cowa bunga that is more of mutant teenage turtles’ saying. LOL I always joke Jer about wanting a real diamond as April is my birth month and the birth stone is diamond. I am content with a diamond dust that is on my ring that Jer and I bought together when we first got together. I was never a material girl. This was a great story. Jer told me that you wrote several stories of Indiana Jones style, and yes, Jer did laugh a lot when you were typing away the stories. He loves the spoof stories that you create, and I hope that you will make more of them in near future as you do have the gift of bringing a laughter to someone like Jer. With all the hardships on Jer, he needs more laughter, and I know that I need to laugh more often rather than being upset with many things that had gone wrong. Sometimes we forget to laugh every once in a while, it is easier to get lost in everyday problems. Thank you for making me smile, and I needed that.
     
    Love you always,
    Sassy

  2. Jer
    February 26, 2008 at 7:43 am

    Hey dude!
     
    It is so funny story since they are spoof of Indiana Jones series. It made me laughing about we escape from those Yahoolie then we jump off the waterfall…
     
    Great Job!
     
    God bless you,
     
    Jeremy

  3. Sassene
    February 26, 2008 at 7:58 am

    Dear Painter,
     
    In regards to your comment, you forget the most important part of "Chosen", those of us that believes in God, especially Jesus Christ, we were chosen, because we all were created in his perfect image. Even though those of us that do not get the calling to go into the missionaries, we are still being called to do other kind of works. I was probably chosen by God himself to embrace the friendship with you, and bring you out of the darkness, by bringing the laughter, and the joy in your life, as you have told me few times, while many more times since I lost track of time, that I was the light to your own world. You have changed so much, and I dare myself to think that God chose you to spread the joy in other peoples’ lives, touching others through your words, and poetry. You have brought so much joy in Jeremy’s life that I know. So, maybe you did not become a Priest because you did not get the call, but surely, you got the calling to be a Painter that we all have come to know and love. So thank God for Stephen the Painter that we love so much! Without God, neither you or I would exist….. That is something to be very thankful!
     
    Love always,
    Sassy

  4. Barb
    February 26, 2008 at 11:35 am

    What a delightful story, told in such an imaginable way..
    I see by the comments you truly are the painter of friends:)
    Terrific post Stephen for so many reasons
    Barb

  5. Jade
    February 26, 2008 at 2:27 pm

    Yahooo!  That was a great adeventure!!!
    Wicked funny, the pictures were perfect :D
     
    Hey you’re lookin’ right handsome yourself!! 

  6. Zeynep
    February 26, 2008 at 8:42 pm

    It is an interesting brain storming story. Maybe you feel tired just now, lol… As ever be well, Zeynep xx

  7. Zeynep
    February 27, 2008 at 7:40 am

    This is a great entry. I had visited your space after work last night and commented but now I am thinking that was not enough words from me. You see, I am not fast in English so sometimes I can’t pass my whole feelings and thoughts to English. You have great friends in this post. And I like your "happening" also. I forgat to say last night, the first link doesn’t work. By the way, good morning :) xx

  8. Barbara
    February 28, 2008 at 2:31 am

    You sure can spin a tale! Great pics too!

  9. Heidi
    February 28, 2008 at 7:00 am

    You are a blessing Stephen.  Your story was very entertaining indeed….and Sass got her diamond, but most importantly she got her 2 guys back safe and sound….lol.  Something tells me that would be much more important to her than a hundred lime-sized diamonds.
    We’re all lucky to have the likes of Painting Studio Stephen in our lives.
    (((Hugs)))
    -Heidi

  10. MAZINHA
    February 28, 2008 at 8:04 am

    You do not calculate as stayed satisfied with your visit you fills me of please, and satisfaction because I admire him a lot and I feel that our friendship is so fortress made a rock and I find pretty that your skill of be like this so present in all of the good or bad moments that pass. …..Muito obliged stephen, by that affection and dedication that you have for me. …  thousand kisses of the Marilis

  11. MAZINHA
    February 28, 2008 at 1:49 pm

    Stephen. …obrigada again by his attention, by its affection for with me, I remember myself so much when vc composed the poem nostalgia. …no blog of the sofia and of the Jorge, stayed much excited, a lot pretty the words that you used for say about the nostalgia. …e the nostalgia, mine dear nothing more is than that that am feeling now, or be, nostalgia of the time that there was sofia, Valuing to our so sincere friendship. ..e that does me so happy. ….  It obliged mine pretty, obliged by everything saw?  You look a guardian angel. ..sempre pertinho of the people. …  I love you and your poems. …  MArilis

  12. MAZINHA
    February 28, 2008 at 1:51 pm

    I apologize by do not know to speak English. ….e ask help to translator. …para that done not stay without speak with you more. …farei of everything that will go possible for that we know us each day a little. …mais
    kisses marilis
     

  13. Kathryn
    February 28, 2008 at 2:29 pm

    LAUGHING! I haven’t finished reading yet, wanted to stop and say how much I am loving this! *Grinning* Now, I need to finish the story…..loove the gin and tonic and smoothie part *laugh*
     
    (and as to your comment on my space – the cast parties are fun! This will be my first cast party where I’m a member of the cast! wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!)

  14. KatSoup
    February 28, 2008 at 2:41 pm

    may i suggest a pawn shop.  aww but wheres the fun in that?
    Great story fuuny and entertaining.

  15. Marilia
    March 1, 2008 at 4:00 am

    Saudade !!!!!

  16. Project
    March 1, 2008 at 5:08 pm

    A very creative story..and the art? Reminiscent of works by our local professors at Boise State Univeristy that they do for demonstrating technique etc..as janitor, I end up with quite a collection of Ochis and a hundred others who came and went.
     
    I have given all away but a few similar abstracts by Burtch, Peck, and two other students of quality. As for me, I draw mostly…watercolor if I have supplies.
     
    Very good oils I might add, and assume you are selling well….DG.

  17. Barbara
    March 1, 2008 at 6:45 pm

    Stephen,I used one of your photos of the white rose for my newest post.Is that ok?

  18. Michiko's
    March 2, 2008 at 2:05 am

    Dear Stephen,
    I really enjoyed reading this story in the sunday morning just great an imaginable way then you didn’t foget to drink Gin & Ice with lemon LoL!
    I was a little an excitement about the Yahoolie tribe come after you to ate you up? 
    then there’s no story to continuity. ha ha ha
    Take care,
    Michiko
     

  19. Project
    March 2, 2008 at 8:00 am

    Yes, and you have quite a reputation yourself among some of the nicest ones I’ve met here. They love you for sure.
     
    And for humerous trivia possibly for you..all of thse tirades are from those "Summit" trash artists to read and pass around in secret..they do as I track them from the first day they trashed Magick without cause..then saw they did that to all, thenbecame thier primary target…and then?
     
    Used enuendo and threats they’ve nver heard before, and they slowly became afraid that I might be real with that..but mainly because they "were not real" with anything. Fooled them in other words.
     
    My favorite kid is the Blueline" character..smart, probably rich and influential, and out here slumming and trashing as an inherent position of the filthy rich of high birth or similar.
     
    So ever word is a hidden tease and they don’t even know that when told..they became even more convinced that I aws lying and some kind of a serial killer or something..funny as heck to me in fact….kids you know.
     
    But yes, I see you are indeed one who helps without fail, and all who ask..I’m familiar with that reasonableness myself. My rewards are many, and as I’m sure your’s are too my friend….rock on for sure.
     
    I gave thousands of dollars in "all" of my art supplies to the twelve year-old daughter of a Herioin addict I know..she is now a budding "great artist" at fourteen and slightly estranged from the peer group because of that..a score in my mind…and mostly oils and tempras..but brushes?
     
    Wow! Lots..and I’ll say "everything" including many books..so the prelude to "drawing mostly" that I mentioned…no supplies left is why..not even a sketch pad or canvas.
     
    And without discussion, I’ll see them all later in heaven and we will have a good ole laugh over it all.
     
    David.

  20. the1stephzen
    March 3, 2008 at 3:53 am

    Great adventure!

  21. Zeynep
    March 3, 2008 at 8:26 am

    Dear Stephen, now I would like to see some of Blake’s original works that you mentioned. I will look at internet, maybe I can find something about it… Yes, Jer and I are friends, don’t jealous, lol. Have a good day, Zeynep xx

  22. Coffee With Kate
    March 3, 2008 at 8:35 am

    Good morning Stephen,
    I have taken a little meander through your artwork. The best compliment I can provide is to say that if you lived closer, I would ask you to teach me.
    Have a good week.
    Kind thoughts
    Kate.

  23. Jane
    March 4, 2008 at 7:06 am

    :)

  24. Mei's
    March 5, 2008 at 8:03 pm

    Thanks for your visit Stephen, hope all is well and thank you for the lovely white rose, they’re lovely! I love white! Mei

  25. dawn
    March 6, 2008 at 1:36 am

    Yahoolie tribe, eh? lol. You crack me UP, Stephen!  Lady Jane sounds most intriguing and yeah, i guess most girls in their heart of hearts would like that stone .. one day. thank you for being, my friend. ‘missed you something fierce but right glad you’re having fun. smiles. dawnp.s: pic. of you with that cowboy hat— most winning 😉

  26. Rosemarie
    March 6, 2008 at 3:26 am

    Dear Stephen,
     
    You may not know me but I am your friend’s mother. I’d like for you to see what you think of what I wrote.
     
    Sincerely yours,
    Roz

  27. Hope
    March 7, 2008 at 5:17 am

    Dear Stephen,
    surperb story..
    did ya miss me?
    "smile"
    Hope

  28. Barbara
    March 7, 2008 at 6:44 am

    Hi

  29. Zeynep
    March 7, 2008 at 10:18 am

    Meowww…

  30. Ellen
    March 7, 2008 at 3:32 pm

    Hello Stephen, Beautiful paintings –and a terrific adventure!  Thanks for sharing with us,~ Ellen

  31. Jorge
    March 8, 2008 at 1:44 am

    Thanks for this! I’m still smiling :-) Be well,
    J.

  32. Fenix
    March 9, 2008 at 3:23 pm

    Hello Stephen
    A very terrific and creative story. Thanks, I like it very much
    Have a great week.
    Hugs

  33. Kelly
    March 22, 2008 at 1:01 am

    This is great!!

  34. Yours Truly
    March 23, 2008 at 1:23 am

     
    Hi  Stephen,
    This was such a fun read.  What a great imagination you have!  I’m glad you got home safely.  I hope your day is going well.
    Peace,
    ~Truly
     

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