MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO
GEORGIA
by
Anthonystjoseph
At the time, I worked in healthcare so I could always
easily get employment wherever I chose to live.
Throughout history, sick people have been a commodity which is what leads
some people to believe that some diseases and ailments are manmade in order to
promote the economic growth of certain industries.
The spiritual coincidences were continually popping up in my life to the
point that I was really starting to feel like the world was truly not what it
seemed and there really was so much more than the surface was letting on. I had just learned
that my Grandfather was from Sierra Leone, Africa. This was incredible because in the past I had gone
through a six month, extremely bizarre, and intense courtship with someone from
Sierra Leone who had a deep spiritual fascination with me. I had just experienced the death of my
best friend Paul in Los Angeles who was butchered to death in a severe case of medical
malpractice in a county hospital. When I
was explaining to my best friend Paul in Denver, Colorado about the death of my
best friend Paul in Los Angeles, I realized that every place I lived I had a
best friend named Paul. This was a
strange coincidence especially since I was born in a city named St. Paul.
I also worked the graveyard shift at St. Paul’s Health Care Center. I worked the graveyard shift because it gave me time to read and study and one of my main fascinations was reading and trying to find out more about this magical world I was beginning to understand that I lived in. I wanted to see if I could get more understanding of this world and as close to this God thing that I was coming to know more and more. I sat at the nursing station reading my book while listening to the soft music come through the radio. The song that was playing was Gladys Night’s, ‘Midnight Train to Georgia’. It was one of those quiet nights on the nursing floor and in the world to where you could hear every single beat of the night. It was just one of those times to where if you heard a song that you heard a thousand times before you would finally hear the words. Well I was finally hearing the words to that song. I looked up from the book I was reading as if someone had said my name and cocked my head and listened to the song. I stared over at Georgia the head nurse and heard the song talking to me. Gladys was saying that ‘LA had proved to be too much for the man…’ ‘…He caught that midnight train to Georgia…’ I again looked over at Georgia the head nurse and then at the clock which read midnight on the dot and thought about how I had moved from LA and just once again realized that there was so much more to this world than what the naked eye sees. The third eye is the one that I needed to focus on and open up because the world was something special and I was going to get as close to that special as I could.
I also worked the graveyard shift at St. Paul’s Health Care Center. I worked the graveyard shift because it gave me time to read and study and one of my main fascinations was reading and trying to find out more about this magical world I was beginning to understand that I lived in. I wanted to see if I could get more understanding of this world and as close to this God thing that I was coming to know more and more. I sat at the nursing station reading my book while listening to the soft music come through the radio. The song that was playing was Gladys Night’s, ‘Midnight Train to Georgia’. It was one of those quiet nights on the nursing floor and in the world to where you could hear every single beat of the night. It was just one of those times to where if you heard a song that you heard a thousand times before you would finally hear the words. Well I was finally hearing the words to that song. I looked up from the book I was reading as if someone had said my name and cocked my head and listened to the song. I stared over at Georgia the head nurse and heard the song talking to me. Gladys was saying that ‘LA had proved to be too much for the man…’ ‘…He caught that midnight train to Georgia…’ I again looked over at Georgia the head nurse and then at the clock which read midnight on the dot and thought about how I had moved from LA and just once again realized that there was so much more to this world than what the naked eye sees. The third eye is the one that I needed to focus on and open up because the world was something special and I was going to get as close to that special as I could.
By
Anthonystjoseph
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