Weird Warning

So....

I used to use this blog to poke fun at the bizarre things I hear and to give the gossip a second life.  I've created quite a bizarre character here.  I base a lot of the posts on the gossip I hear but I think what makes it fun are the snippets of truth throughout this darn thing.  The things that seem the most surreal about this character are the truth of my life. 

Now, about four years ago, things got weird and life got scary.  I used the blog to document the threats and bizarre behavior going on around me.  I'm still probably going to do that from time to time because things are still tricky for me and I don't know who to trust.  Truth be told, I haven't had a weird bizarre stalkerish experience since June 15th, so maybe people are starting to behaving now.  The only problems I'm having are nasty emails from people who know my ex at the city and hack attempts on my political websites.  I hope that ends soon. 

There are days when the absolute most bizarre things happen to me and I have to share. Today is one of those days.  I feel like I'm in a horror film of some sort...and that I'm in one of those calm scenes that take place before someone gets stabbed by a guy in a mask. 

My Christian friends are praying for my soul and my marriage.  My pagan friends are casting love spells.  I hope they're done by now....cast on Saturday, they become break-up spells.   Hey, it's the thought that counts, right? 

That man in the basement is being awfully nice.  He's not yelling, getting frustrated, or looking like he's going to lose his mind, or climb the walls.  I like that in a man. 

We'll see how it goes.   

He wants to go shopping with me tomorrow.  Now, my old buddies will only go shopping with a woman if they're hoping to score.  The more boring the shopping, the more favors they expect to get.  So, if he wants to go hanging out in a historic area filled with antique shops and a store that sells sexy clothes, I think he thinks something is going to happen. 

I don't know. 

That's weird but it gets weirder...

I received an email today from a friend of mine who is actually kinda scary.  He's heavily into the dark arts and is into things that I don't quite understand.  He fears the things I do, so I guess we are even.  That man will conjure stuff that blows my mind.  He claims to be psychic, although I've never had him predict anything about me specifically.  He has, on occasion, sent things to my home that have sent shivers down my spine.  I'm talking about my hobby, collecting spooky things. 

Well, he once sent a ring to me that was supposed to prevent injury in the event of a car crash.  Three days after I got it, as I waiting in an intersection outside a public school, I was hit head-on by two vehicles who flipped U-turns.  They hit each other and careened into me.  Their trucks were totaled.  My car had a minor scratch.  There were maybe twenty children at this intersection, another car careened into the crowd and none of the kids were hurt.

That was a little freaky.  Coincidence?  I don't know. 

I still have that ring.  I was so worried for those little tykes and some kind of miracle happened on that day. 

When this man speaks, I listen.  It's the least I can do. 

He sent around a warning today.  He does not want any of us to share information about our "gifts" with the outside world anymore because he fears that we will end up in Gitmo.  This man fears that the government is going to drag us away from our homes in shackles, take us to Cuba, experiment on us,  water board us and detain us indefinitely. 

So....with that in mind....

I will admit. 

I suck as a psychic.  I'm only right about 50% of the time (which according to psychological research is what everyone else is).  They already experiment on psychics.  My understanding is that the research is published on a website but I haven't tried hunting it down since '02.  I had a professor turn me onto it when I predicted his death from cancer (he knew at the time he only had three months to live but kept it mum from me until the day before his death). 

My talent is having psychic dreams, it's not a talent I particularly appreciate or understand.  My problem is that I fail to write down everything immediately, so I only get part of the vision. 

In the past, when it got to be too much, I would take sleeping pills to chase the dreams away.  That habit upset off my high school sweetheart. What he didn't understand was that I had incredibly unpleasant dreams of him.  And, sometimes, to this very day...I still do.  I'm glad I don't dream of him stumbling drunk down a moonlit sidewalk drunk anymore.  That one killed me the most.

Now that I think of it, anyone who knows about the sleeping pills has jumped on me about it.  I stopped six years ago.  That does correlate with the resurgence of the dreams.  I'll figure it out someday.  Right now, my strategy to avoiding the dreams is to avoid sleep.  It's not a good plan. 

Truth be told, I'm not very good with this "gift". 

That is why I can see someone getting a broken leg after driving a golden car, but fail to tell them that it will be from hopping out of a plane.   I don't even remember the dream now...I only remember what I wrote down.   

That is why I can see people dying on a specific day, at a specific place, but not remember the year.   

And, I actually can tell you that a dear friend is getting married -but- I don't remember the lady's hair or eye color.   He hasn't met her yet and if he's in a room with her, it'll be up to him to make the introduction because I don't have a clue who she is.   He asked me out last year...I'm so happy I had the perfect excuse to say 'no'....I'm still married!!  He'll be happy he waited.  I hope he meets her soon.

You see, I may care about my friends but I am not a good psychic. 

I do better than my friends in Vegas, though.  At least I hope.  One told me that I'd be a mayor someday (nope...never....no way....the gig doesn't pay enough to put up with the big egos in the room there).  Another said I'd marry some guy I knew in school after he returns from a long journey (nope...won't happen....don't know anyone in Tibet). 

So, there you have it.  I'm not psychic. 

I have woman's intuition.  It means I can look through men and see their fears.  What woman can't do that?  Seriously...

If I were psychic, I'd know all the winning lotto numbers.  Look at me...do I look like I'm rich?  If I were, I'd look a heck of a lot better with all the advancements in plastic surgery. 

Besides being psychic would suck.  It would be like watching a great movie but always having a spoiler.

I only know what I know.  I don't know how I know.  I don't really want to know.  I just know somethings that may or may not come true.   

So, if my spooky friend is right, I beg the government not to waste precious taxpayer resources torturing someone like me.  You won't get what you want and my intel will probably be off. 

Besides...I cry like a baby at the hint of pain.  And people who do that are fricken' nerve-wracking, aren't they? 

Love,

S.