Suspense, mystery, art and psychics
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pluralI was artistically gifted today
well no,
I was gifted with art
mm no
someone gave me art
I haven't seen it yet
but I am most curious
In checking my voicemail
something I am notoriously bad at
My voicemail greeting should go something like this
This is the machine
any messages left here
will most probably languish
until I remember that someone might have called.
if possible
try to call me on another number
or if you actually want to reach me
send me an e-mail
Anyway
I got a call from an Art Gallery today
apparently they have a piece of art
which they were supposed to deliver
to me
today
As I haven't the slightest clue what they are talking about
My first instinct was
surely it is a mistake
but then I recalled
they knew my name
even spookier
they knew how to pronounce my name
you see I have
at least by American standards
an usual name
not that it is common in Israel either
but normal enough not to rouse comment
It is Hebrew, and being that people can almost never pronounce it correctly
at least those who have not heard it pronounced
It is very useful for screening telemarketers and other annoyances
and as a general rule, I throw out all mail which has misspelled my name
People I have found
over the course of my life
refuse to accept
that I know my own name
At first I thought it my own fault
I have abysmal handwriting
why shouldn't I? I never write
I can type over 70 words per minute however
Then I noticed
even when I would submit typed forms
my name would still be changed
I can just see them,
oh no, that cant be right
My name
which means "a light spring rain"
have been altered to words which refer to
a bird
a chasm
a prince
with only very slight alterations
anyway
so I have this conundrum
a gallery
who obviously knew someone I knew
(an assumption from their correct pronunciation of my name)
who had my home address
and my phone number
wanted to deliver
a piece of art
on my birthday
of which I have no knowledge
I investigated
they are in fact a real established gallery
as opposed to someone posing as such for some diabolical purpose
I can only assume it is a birthday present
but from whom?
my ex sent me a card and flowers.
my parents always give me a check
as do my grandparents
My sister has the most exacting timing with her cards
it is uncanny
on the other side of the coast
and for 10 years straight
the card has been in my mailbox
on my birthday
not the day before
or the day after
always on
quite a feat when on considers
they don't deliver the mail on Sunday
therefore
logically
one could only have such a streak for a maximum of six years
but neither rain, nor snow, nor the postman's day off
can stop the delivery of her cards
my brother does nothing at all
of course
normally
I would ponder it only a moment
and move on
but this perhaps may be the start of a trend
let me step back
a month or two
I received
at my office of all places
a box
I opened it
to be greeted by a swarm of bubble wrap
lying neatly folded on top
a small clean piece of paper
neatly folder
with easy writing
in blue ink
it read
"I saw this and thought of you"
no signature
I checked the front of the box
no return address
just my name
printed neatly
I dove into the bubble wrap
pulled out each piece hidden within
unwrapped them
four beautiful pieces of polished wood
smiled up at me
their shape and form were immediately recognizable to me
and at least the fourth and largest piece would be to anyone
It was a wooden boat
with three sails
beautiful craftsmanship
it now sits
as the centerpiece on my mantle
on the bottom was a little card
ah I thought, maybe this will be the answer
to this little riddle
in a way it was
but not the answer I was seeking
the card had three pictures
detailing how to raise the sails.
To this day
I do not know who it was from
I have often raised the mystery
only to receive blank stares
Quite frankly
if this is to become a trend
I rather like it.
My mother
in her recent travels through the countryside of Peru
stopped at home
of a lady
who reads coca leaves
My mother
always up for some smarmy hocus pocus
arranged for a reading
Now there is something you must understand about my mother
before I go further
she doesn't believe
in anyway
of such things
for herself that is
when speaking of her own mind
she has only dismissal
but she has this habit
every few years
of lucking into someone just like this
to read the fortunes of her children
so she sends me this e-mail
as such conversations always go
telling me about all manner of things
as to not draw attention to her desire
which is of course
to communicate what she has learned
in such a reading
I love my mother
and am always willing to entertain her eccentricities
so I always smile and in the same voice say
"How interesting. If you ever do it again, I would be fascinated to hear more."
In most cases
it is the same tripe over and over again
perhaps it is the same this time
and I only seek to give it meaning
Of course I am skeptical
after all if the secrets of the future are contained within coca leaves
then I should be psychic by now with the amount of its extract
I have pushed up my nose
The words of the psychic were thus as related by my mother...
"She first talked about your loss of a very close relationship
and how much it hurt you,
but that it was now almost all behind you.
She said that you were experimenting with some paths
that are not right for you but not to worry that you would figure it out
that this is not where you wanted to go.
She said that you are in the process of getting your life on the right track,
and predicts a very responsible and happy life for you.
She also said that another female has noticed you
and has great plans for you.
So far to her this looks good.
I thought you might like to know. "
I will respond quickly
I have indeed lost a close relationship
and I like to think it is almost behind me.
I am always experimenting with something or someone
rarely is it right for me
of course
I don't always realize this right away
My life is always
"Getting on the right track"
at least in my parent's eyes
the broken doll,
never quite fixed
If there is such a woman
I haven't even the slightest of clues
as to who she may be
and as I decided recently
for that I am glad
Let fate, in al her decadence
have her way with me
I shall enjoy the ride
What does it all mean?
I will let you make of it what you will
and with that
I withdraw
good night my dear friends
Thank you again
for all your well wishes
well no,
I was gifted with art
mm no
someone gave me art
I haven't seen it yet
but I am most curious
In checking my voicemail
something I am notoriously bad at
My voicemail greeting should go something like this
This is the machine
any messages left here
will most probably languish
until I remember that someone might have called.
if possible
try to call me on another number
or if you actually want to reach me
send me an e-mail
Anyway
I got a call from an Art Gallery today
apparently they have a piece of art
which they were supposed to deliver
to me
today
As I haven't the slightest clue what they are talking about
My first instinct was
surely it is a mistake
but then I recalled
they knew my name
even spookier
they knew how to pronounce my name
you see I have
at least by American standards
an usual name
not that it is common in Israel either
but normal enough not to rouse comment
It is Hebrew, and being that people can almost never pronounce it correctly
at least those who have not heard it pronounced
It is very useful for screening telemarketers and other annoyances
and as a general rule, I throw out all mail which has misspelled my name
People I have found
over the course of my life
refuse to accept
that I know my own name
At first I thought it my own fault
I have abysmal handwriting
why shouldn't I? I never write
I can type over 70 words per minute however
Then I noticed
even when I would submit typed forms
my name would still be changed
I can just see them,
oh no, that cant be right
My name
which means "a light spring rain"
have been altered to words which refer to
a bird
a chasm
a prince
with only very slight alterations
anyway
so I have this conundrum
a gallery
who obviously knew someone I knew
(an assumption from their correct pronunciation of my name)
who had my home address
and my phone number
wanted to deliver
a piece of art
on my birthday
of which I have no knowledge
I investigated
they are in fact a real established gallery
as opposed to someone posing as such for some diabolical purpose
I can only assume it is a birthday present
but from whom?
my ex sent me a card and flowers.
my parents always give me a check
as do my grandparents
My sister has the most exacting timing with her cards
it is uncanny
on the other side of the coast
and for 10 years straight
the card has been in my mailbox
on my birthday
not the day before
or the day after
always on
quite a feat when on considers
they don't deliver the mail on Sunday
therefore
logically
one could only have such a streak for a maximum of six years
but neither rain, nor snow, nor the postman's day off
can stop the delivery of her cards
my brother does nothing at all
of course
normally
I would ponder it only a moment
and move on
but this perhaps may be the start of a trend
let me step back
a month or two
I received
at my office of all places
a box
I opened it
to be greeted by a swarm of bubble wrap
lying neatly folded on top
a small clean piece of paper
neatly folder
with easy writing
in blue ink
it read
"I saw this and thought of you"
no signature
I checked the front of the box
no return address
just my name
printed neatly
I dove into the bubble wrap
pulled out each piece hidden within
unwrapped them
four beautiful pieces of polished wood
smiled up at me
their shape and form were immediately recognizable to me
and at least the fourth and largest piece would be to anyone
It was a wooden boat
with three sails
beautiful craftsmanship
it now sits
as the centerpiece on my mantle
on the bottom was a little card
ah I thought, maybe this will be the answer
to this little riddle
in a way it was
but not the answer I was seeking
the card had three pictures
detailing how to raise the sails.
To this day
I do not know who it was from
I have often raised the mystery
only to receive blank stares
Quite frankly
if this is to become a trend
I rather like it.
My mother
in her recent travels through the countryside of Peru
stopped at home
of a lady
who reads coca leaves
My mother
always up for some smarmy hocus pocus
arranged for a reading
Now there is something you must understand about my mother
before I go further
she doesn't believe
in anyway
of such things
for herself that is
when speaking of her own mind
she has only dismissal
but she has this habit
every few years
of lucking into someone just like this
to read the fortunes of her children
so she sends me this e-mail
as such conversations always go
telling me about all manner of things
as to not draw attention to her desire
which is of course
to communicate what she has learned
in such a reading
I love my mother
and am always willing to entertain her eccentricities
so I always smile and in the same voice say
"How interesting. If you ever do it again, I would be fascinated to hear more."
In most cases
it is the same tripe over and over again
perhaps it is the same this time
and I only seek to give it meaning
Of course I am skeptical
after all if the secrets of the future are contained within coca leaves
then I should be psychic by now with the amount of its extract
I have pushed up my nose
The words of the psychic were thus as related by my mother...
"She first talked about your loss of a very close relationship
and how much it hurt you,
but that it was now almost all behind you.
She said that you were experimenting with some paths
that are not right for you but not to worry that you would figure it out
that this is not where you wanted to go.
She said that you are in the process of getting your life on the right track,
and predicts a very responsible and happy life for you.
She also said that another female has noticed you
and has great plans for you.
So far to her this looks good.
I thought you might like to know. "
I will respond quickly
I have indeed lost a close relationship
and I like to think it is almost behind me.
I am always experimenting with something or someone
rarely is it right for me
of course
I don't always realize this right away
My life is always
"Getting on the right track"
at least in my parent's eyes
the broken doll,
never quite fixed
If there is such a woman
I haven't even the slightest of clues
as to who she may be
and as I decided recently
for that I am glad
Let fate, in al her decadence
have her way with me
I shall enjoy the ride
What does it all mean?
I will let you make of it what you will
and with that
I withdraw
good night my dear friends
Thank you again
for all your well wishes
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Date: 2000-09-28 01:07 am (UTC)Number 1: you are loved. i just want to let you know that i'm not psychic it's just observable and further proof that coca leaves may not tell the future because i too should be psychic by now =P
Number 2: your mother (or your fortune) was right but i don't think i'm the only female that has noticed you.... you didn't hear that from me because you didn't want to know.
Number 3: I didn't know "plural" meant "light spring rain"
Re:
Date: 2000-09-28 02:11 am (UTC)A wonderful thing about birthdays wishes
they are just as delightful the next day
It has seemed to me, that you have had much to be absorbed in
I read with great concern your recent posts
my thoughts are with you
#2
Is there some plan, some conspiracy?
Among the supposed multitudes of women who have noticed me?
It may be taboo,
as a man,
to admit this,
but I have no fantasies involving
multiple women.
I am, as a man,
of far to singular a focus.
while I may lay myself willingly into the arms of fate
and let her have her way with me
while you were looking into me,
I was also looking into you.
#3
plural
means more than one thing
but I am sure you knew that.
I have a simple dilemma
when it comes to my name
a large part of the catharsis, I gain from my journal comes from the freedom of writing anonymously. From the day I got my first comment, I have struggled to write, without the walls I have built getting in the way.
It has been incredibly good for me to open myself, to drop my defenses. Especially with people, whom I have grown to respect and care about. To serve my soul, naked except perhaps for the occasional cherry on top.
but recently there has been a temptation, a desire, to break through the limits of this framework, and reach out beyond it.
refreshing random
Date: 2000-09-28 02:35 am (UTC)Your name must be beautiful
if the meaning is so very fresh
I wish I could have such a name -
very much like Springtime
I wonder if it sounds like rain
(if pronounced properly of course)
hmmm
the way You put the words together
or You separate them rather
is amusing - wrong word I guess
not amusing but interesting (smart?)
whatever word I shall use
I like it -
what can be amusing?
in fact I don't like that word,
it should be spelled with z
amuzing with german accent
yes
movie can be amusing or story or-
the length of Your entries
doubles the emotions?
that's why plural?
hmmm
but I like it
if You don't mind my comments
of course
random search can bring unusual results