10 posts tagged “ouija”
there is something about thursdays. they are magical. or maybe it's fridays that are magical. the magic tends to happen late in my thursday night. either way, i dig it.
i took my ouija board to a cemetery last night. little success. we bought candles at cvs and lit them and everything.
it was fun, nonetheless.
everything is changing and everything is new and i enjoy it. i had a horoscope last week that said that june is not only a new month for me, it's practically the beginning of a new year. i believe it.
frank and i ouijaed on monday night in the apartment i just moved into. it used to be an orphanage/group home.
we got some responses. i have to try it with other people. i feel a little skeptical but it certainly felt real. one ghost kept writing "g-o-a-w-a-y-g-o-a-w-a-y-g-o-a-w-a-y". they didn't seem to like frank too much.
i have to go to the saratoga room in the library on one (or both) of my two upcoming days off. research research research.
last night i had a dream about dogs in sailor suits, tweety bird t-shirt as a gift, going to a club/bar, walking down a road, and i think heroin?
i love to hate hating to love full moons. i've been noticing the mystic feeling they bring during the past few cycles. if you recall, last full moon i ouijaed alone and it asked me if i was mom. i guess i should ouija after this post.
so i've been freaking out trying to decide where to go next. today, i got a few signs or something, i don't know. i'm reading into everything too much.
this morning started out awful - car problems. but then a phone call at lunch from an organization that i had applied to for a job months ago, offering an interview for an unpaid internship. in new york city.
all last week i was convinced i was moving to seattle. i've never had nyc on my map. now things are looking up.
after an incredibly pleasant workout and a beautifully gusty walk down the railroad place path, beltin' out patsy cline and harry nilsson, i had a txt conversation with a favorite friend. this led to a phone call forbidding a move to nyc and encouraging following through with our secret plan.
oh. and before my workout, when i was changing in the locker room, nbc nightly news was on. and on nbc nightly news was a glowing example of fear-mongering corporate media: leeching off the tragedy in china, the newslady's voice warned that seattle is in great danger of a great quake.
i took that as a sign.
also the chapter i read tonight in the shadows book was really eye-opening and relatable.
also my mother is an angel for letting me borrow her fly-ass whip to get to work on time today.
eight days left. not that i'm counting.
if anything good happens, i'll report back from the ouija.
i keep forgetting the mission of this blog. its purpose (at first, at least) is to enhance my writing. i used to do it all the time. i guess i was bad, but whatever, at least i did it. now i just write about boring things.
the other purpose is to focus on the synchronicities that crash into my soul daily. they've been waning. i think my third eye has been closed because i've been out gallivanting like some freak. i'll get it back. i just have to try to be more receptive. or more people should read this and then do things that are seemingly synchronous. i don't care if it's fake, just as long as i'm unaware.
also i should be ouijaing more. i guess i'm going to do some laundry. last time that happened the ghosties asked me if i was mom (scroll down).
i guess i will. whatever.
the last few times, though, my calls haven't been answered. so stupid.
everything is stupid.
no one answered my call on the ouija tonight. although i did have a totally sweet dream right before my alarm went off about my 'powers,' though i can't remember what exactly they were (it had to do with psychic-ness) and i made up a word in my dream but i forgot it.
it began with 'r.'
everything is still stupid. except for me.
okay. that was really intense. i cried.
the last few times i've used the ouija it has been really stuck on indicating the letter 'n' and it seems fond of 'z,' which is kind of like an 'n' turned on its side.
tonight it asked me, more than once, if i am nancy. that's my mom. holy moly.
i asked if it was gloria, my grandma, and it said yes but i'm not so sure i believe that.
mom has to come over and do this.
the thing that is synchronous about this, is that i made the ouija board with my friend nick. nick has been hanging out with a girl named nancy (which is a rare name among our generation). but the ghosts are my friends, not nick's, so i'm pretty sure they aren't in search of nick's nancy.
wow.
i really needed that. i feel some weird sense of validation. i also feel a vague sense of losing my marbles and broadcasting it all over the Internets for the whole world to read about. even though i think only two people read this (yes! i do believe i've gained a reader!).
deep breaths. sweet dreams. family ghosts watching my back.
the moon has been awesome, which makes night walks all the better.
i opened a window in my belfry yesterday and awoke this morning to dawn and the sounds of happy birds. i didn't want to get out of bed, but it was certainly nice to listen to.
i've been neglecting the ouija but i just started some laundry at a rather late-laundering hour, so i may as well give it a shot. with a big, low, orange moon hanging outside the window, what ghosts wouldn't want to talk with a girl like me, eh?
i'll report back with compelling bits of conversation, should any arise.
it's gotta be so boring to be clarece, my fish. just totally dull. more boring than my life (which, thanks to wine, synchronicity, dreams and ouija, hasn't been too unbearable as of late).
i do all i can to keep her stress level low. including risk her health. i don't change that bytch's water often enough. it is so incredibly heartbreaking to have to pour her from her tank into a teeny tiny cup, and back again into her tank. almost as heartbreaking as the day i bought her.
there, on an endcap in the local petsmart, were three or four shelves stocked with $2.50 female bettas and $5.00 males. they swam in cloudy blue water. i use the term 'swam' loosely, as they all seemed to be in a catatonic state. i don't even know what catatonic means. maybe they were in fishatonic states or bettatonic states. whatever.
i almost cried. but i was determined to bring a friend home. i was kind of worried that she was halfway dead when i brought her up to the register. 'we have a two-week guarantee,' the cashier assured me.
fabulous.
i made sure to talk to her throughout the entire drive home (which i did single-handedly, so she wouldn't spill). we became fast friends.
but, here we are, probably about two or three months into a beautiful co-habitationship. clarece gets noticeably excited when i walk near her. her side fins flap like a mother.
and tonight, clarece got fresh waters! mmmm ... taste that new oxygen!!
i think i have one person that reads this thing. i think its nick. nick nack patty whack. i've never called him that. maybe its the wine talking. we all know what happens when the wine talks ...
anyway, i think i'm gonna play part-time momma this summer. adam and i had a lot of phone conversation-time tonight that makes me want to just take a big huge jump and move to chicago without any plans whatsoever of anything: no living situation, no job situation, NO NOTHIN.'
the only chicago synchronicity that happened today was getting a letter from the organization where i applied for a job as a teacher's assistant saying that other people were more qualified than i am. it was the nicest way i've ever been rejected by a job i've applied to. every other job that has rejected me has just not answered me at all. just totally disregarded that i spent time typing a cover letter and cleaning up my resume and dreaming about working. but this place cared enough to have their executive director sign a letter turning me down. i have to respect that.
but do i take that as a sign to not go to chicago? or as a sign that chicago will treat me tenderly?
i also just had really good talks with this dude jacob about God and Mind and synchronicity and i wish it hadn't ended. he's wise. but now i'm gonna put on some nilsson and talk to whomever the ouija brings me.
i tried ouijaing alone last night. i was nervous and it went right down to 'goodbye.'
i tried it again tonight with a better attitude and it worked. seriously. i talked to the same ghosts that nick and i had contacted on tuesday night. they were nice. at one point they wrote 'c-r-y' and that made me uneasy and it seemed like my music had gotten louder so i stopped and turned it down a bit. then i came back and things were going well and at one point they wrote 'a-r-e-y-o-u-d-e-a-d' and i'm not kidding. i said, 'no, i'm alive' and they wrote 'm-a-y-b-e' and i said 'maybe? no, i'm pretty sure i'm not dead, i'm alive' and they went to 'yes.'
they said there are 2 of them and they are nice and they think i am nice and they are always hanging out here with me.
right now we're watching a new episode of 'the office.' i'm not incredibly impressed.
