Category: philosophy

Excerpt 71 of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart


Chapter Seventy-One
“Well, at least you’re not telling us that the large marine predator is Ogopogo, as I’m sure Kelowna Daily Courier reporter, Bobby O’Connor is going to imply to his readers,” Sheriff George Anderson said with a sigh of relief.
“I’m sure that Dr. Hardy could provide a more educated opinion on whether or not the predator was Ogopogo,” Dr. Mitchell said.
“What? Are you saying that you believe in Ogopogo?” asked the Sheriff with a look of astonishment. “You’re pulling my leg now, aren’t you doc?”
“No, I’m a medical professional and a trained scientist. I’ve learned not to discount any possibility until it has been conclusively ruled out. My father used to spend a lot of time on Lake Okanagan and he claims to have seen Ogopogo upon two occasions,” Marsha answered, in an undoubtedly serious tone of voice.
“Oh great. Just wait until Bobby O’Connor asks you for an interview and you tell him that,” George said, shaking his head and looking down at the floor.
“I would simply tell Mr. O’Connor what I have told you. If he asks if Ogopogo could be the unknown predator in this case, I would tell the reporter that anything is possible, but that it would be unlikely in this case. We, presently, don’t have enough evidence to go on,” Marsha stated.
“I can guarantee that O’Connor will ask you if you believe in Ogopogo,” the sheriff said.
“Once again, I would be very professional and careful in what I would say to him. I wouldn’t want to help him sensationalize his newspaper reporting. On the other hand, I don’t have any idea what Dr. Hardy is going to say to him. It is very likely that Mr. O’Connor will want to interview the professor,” Marsha answered.
“Oh, I think that’s a given,” interjected Deputy Bill Rollins. “The media’s first stop is usually Dr. Hardy’s office when something controversial happens.”
“And I’m sure that Hardy will tell O’Connor that an Ogopogo encounter is a distinct possibility. The professor is quite biased in his interpretations of paranormal phenomena. The only thing that we can be happy about is that he is considered to be a weird bird by most of his colleagues,” George said.
“A bit eccentric for sure, but he is still a darling of the media and the public in general,” Bill added.
“Let’s face it,” the sheriff said. “There is something within human beings that is attracted by magic, the mysterious and the extraordinary. They want to believe that there is something out there in the world that has not yet been discovered.”
“I didn’t know that you were so philosophical, Boss. Oh, there are so many things that you still don’t know about me Bill,” George Anderson replied with a chuckle.fantasy 3

Excerpt Eleven From The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart


Chapter Eleven
Blake Riley was rich, very rich. He made most of his money over a two year period during the early dot com. days. Blake was a visionary who had the foresight to see the endless business opportunities presented by modern scientific technology. When the dot com. boom was coming to an end, Blake had the foresight to see this in advance. He sold off his businesses at a tidy profit and set up an off shore bank account. At twenty-four years of age, Blake was a self- made millionaire.
Blake was far too young and much too ambitious to retire. The next opportunity he took part in was a business that involved importing exotic animals to The United States and Canada. He and his friend, Jack Kimberley became co-owners of the new business. Both men knew that there was a potentially profitable market for exotic pets. There were people who were willing to pay substantial sums of money to own exotic pets like pythons and Siberian tigers.
Blake was a high energy individual who became bored very easily. Once he had his new business up and running Blake felt comfortable allowing Jack Kimberley to run the day to day operation of the enterprise.
Blake loved to make enormous amounts of money, but he was not your typical workaholic. His philosophy of life was to derive as much enjoyment from each day as he possibly could. Blake was a risk taker who believed in pushing the envelope and was always interested in propositions that were high risk, high reward.
Blake had many hobbies and interests and now had the cash flow to indulge himself to the fullest extent. His personal belief was that one should never have a boring day. If someone does, it’s their own fault.
One of Blake’s favorite hobbies was collecting vintage guitars especially Fender Stratocasters and Telecasters, and Les Paul electric guitars from the 1950s and 1960’s. Blake presently had a collection of close to one hundred classic guitars. There were two guitars that Blake Riley was hoping to one day add to his collection. He coveted the white Fender Stratocaster that Jimi Hendrix played at Woodstock and the red Gibson double neck guitar that Jimmy Page used when he played the songs, Stairway to Heaven and The Song Remains the Same. Although he picked up a guitar now and then, Blake lacked fine motor skills and found it hard to play anything skillfully. He contented himself with practicing guitar scales, cranking up his Marshall amplifiers stack to ten and executing screaming string bends.
Blake’s passion was for collecting. He collected all kinds of things from sports cards to vintage cars. His most serious interest during the last year was collecting exotic pets. His goal was to have his own zoo right on his large property that stretched far out to a lake. So far Blake had a tortoise, a chimpanzee, a boa constrictor and a Siberian tiger cub. Blake had hired trained professionals to manage and care for his collection of exotic pets. Through his own business enterprise Blake knew several international business associates that could get exotic animals into Canada. He also wasn’t worried about outsiders finding out about his little zoo. Blake’s mansion and property was at least one hundred miles from his nearest neighbors. Blake also had a competent security staff watching out for him and his property at all times.
Blake was quite eccentric. Some even thought that he suffered from bipolar disorder. One thing was for sure. Blake was very moody. His staff rarely knew what to expect from him on any given day. Some days he would be friendly and jovial and on other days there seemed to be a heavy cloud over him.
On his bad days the only thing that could help Blake out of a deep depression was the thought of obtaining a new, but rare addition to his private zoo. When he went to sleep at night, Blake would often dream about acquiring an animal that no other zoo possessed.Picture 77

Chapter 162 of The Lake Demon


Chapter One Hundred Sixty –Three:
Blake Riley was sitting alone in a chair on the main deck of his ship. There was a refreshing breeze coming off the water and Blake was enjoying watching the beautiful scenery on the shore line. The boat was now passing the forested area of Lake Okanagan.
The natural beauty had put Blake into a thoughtful mood. He was starting to re-evaluate his whole life. He had come to the unsettling conclusion, that up to this point, he had lived his life very selfishly. It dawned on him that he didn’t have any real friends. For most of his life he had only made acquaintances with people that he thought could further his own ambitions. Yes, Blake had an impoverished upbringing. Yes, he had felt unwanted and had been abused by those close to him. He asked himself whether or not this was a good enough reason to turn his back on humanity and to live only for himself. Had his extravagant and hedonistic lifestyle brought him any real, lasting satisfaction? Blake concluded that it had not.
He started to think about the way he had mistreated Jack Kimberly. Now that he had a few days of getting to know Jack Kimberly, he found that he had enjoyed Jack’s company very much. Blake had never really experienced the pleasure of bonding with another human being.
Blake also started to think about Dr. Lionel Phelge. He felt honoured to be in the company of such a renowned academic and scientist. He felt grateful for the mutual respect that Lionel had shown him.
Blake Riley was filled with self –loathing when he caught himself coming up with schemes to get the two live Ogopogos away from the rest of the crew. He had enjoyed working as part of a team and working toward a common goal. Blake had determined that from this day forward he would live his life differently. kelowna 19

Revised Edition of The Lake Demon Chapter Eighty-Eight


Chapter Eighty-Eight
“From what I’ve heard, Winston, you are a renowned and respected scientist. Why would the Department of Fisheries want to lose you?” asked Garry.
“That’s a very good question. You have to know how a large bureaucracy works, Garry, “said Winston taking a quick glance at the lake.
“When large government departments are involved, the top administrators never want to be challenged by their subordinates. They have big, but fragile egos that are easily bruised by anyone who thinks outside the box.”
“Like you,” said Garry.
“Like me,” said Winston. “I’ve always been one to speak my own mind, Come to think of it, I first got in trouble for that in kindergarten. I asked the teacher why we couldn’t have chocolate milk instead of white milk. If my memory serves me well, she sent me to the principal’s office to discuss the matter.”
“That is certainly starting young,” said Garry.
“Yes, it is, but I guess I haven’t learned my lesson yet,” said Winston. “Now instead of challenging my teachers, I give my supervisors headaches.
“Do you regret challenging authority?” asked Garry.
“No, only ordinary people don’t question authority. They live their lives in fear, frustration and desperation. They probably wish that they had the capacity to ask the hard questions in life,” Winston responded.

“Your supervisors didn’t believe your story about your diver’s encounter with Ogopogo, did they Gramps?” asked Wally already knowing the answer.
“Of course not. At least they would never say publicly that they believed me. They feared that if they sided with me they would be laughed at and possibly disciplined by their bosses. On second thought it’s highly unlikely they believed my story at all. They probably have me labelled as some eccentric old fool. We only have free speech in this country if we’re willing to suffer the consequences,” answered Winston as the breeze blew through his hair,
“Some people might say you’re not a good role for us,” joked Wally as he buttoned up his windbreaker,
“And they’d probably be right,” said Winston with a twinkle in his eye.
“It’s getting a little chilly on deck. I think I’ll put on a windbreaker,” said Wally.

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Revised Edition of The Lake Demon Chapter Seventy-Two


Chapter Seventy-Two
After Smackdown ended Winston made some more popcorn and offered the boys some more pop and popcorn. The conversation switched to the topic of mental health and life in psychiatric treatment facilities.
“The whole mental health system in North America is a disaster. The present system simply does not work. The only people it benefits are those who have important sounding job titles working in government bureaucracies,” Winston stated, pounding his fist on the coffee table. “From what I’ve heard, though, the Kelowna Mental Health Center is one of the better run mental health facilities in Canada.”
“That’s true,” said Wally. “The front line rehabilitation staff is really cool and they know what they’re doing.”
“I have to agree with Wally,” Garry added. Our rehab workers, Todd and Shelly really seem to care about us and our psychiatrist, Dr. Weisenthall is also very good.”
“Well then, you guys are in the fortunate group of mental health consumers that are getting adequate treatment for their mental health issues. Many people with mental disorders, especially those with schizophrenia, simply fall through the cracks of the mental health system. A lot of them either end up homeless or are forced into living in filthy, cockroach and rat infested hotel rooms or old broken down rooming houses.”
“Nobody cares. That’s the whole problem,” said Wally.
“You’re right, Wally, but there are a minority of people who do care, but these are usually the underpaid and underappreciated front line workers.”
“Do you think that this situation will ever change?” Garry asked Winston.
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Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come For You?


Watcha Going To Do When They Come For You?
I am presently facing two huge challenges right now. I know I have a basic choice to make. These are not new issues but they are now staring me right in the face. I would say that they qualify as what The Bible refers to as mountains.
The big question is how am I going to respond to these challenges? Over the last few months I have been very discouraged I know that I have to get out of this state of mind.
The question I have to ask myself is am I going to trust God or not? I have made a decision to trust God and turn my problems over to him. It is time for some serious spiritual warfare.
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Episode 134 0f The Lake Demon, A Novel


Episode 134:
“Your supervisors didn’t believe your story about your diver’s encounter with Ogopogo, did they gramps?” asked Wally already knowing the answer.
“Of course not. At least they would never say publicly that they believed me. They feared that if they sided with me they would be laughed at and possibly disciplined by their bosses. On second thought it’s highly unlikely they believed my story at all. They probably have me labelled as some eccentric old fool. We only have free speech in this country if we’re willing to suffer the consequences,” answered Winston as the breeze blew through his hair,
“Some people might say you’re not a good role for us,” joked Wally as he buttoned up his windbreaker,
“And they’d probably be right,” said Winston with a twinkle in his eye.
“It’s getting a little chilly on deck. I think I’ll put on a windbreaker,” said Wally.

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