something strange happened.
a friend of Simons, a writer called today to tell Simon he was coming to the writers group tonight.
he got a staticy strange connection, a disconnect and then called back, got simon, or a british man, saying, 'havent you read about Ellen/allen? ... are dead'.
it freaked him the fuck out, freaked Simon out and even though everyone was laughing tonight at Simons writers group when I got home from yoga, it was very weird. EVP?
Now, i have a wide open mind. John is an athiest as is Simon. I am not. I believe. probably more Buddism with good healthy dash of the Pagan. I figure if I write about it, i can dissipate my feelings of being uncomfortable.
I have lived with premonitions my whole life and pretty regular happenings that others would call crazy. I go to psychics, automatic readers, read the tarot myself and try to consult with the I Ching, but i am not that smart. Personally, I am not ready to take the big dirt nap. I am loving life too much. hmmmm... sorry, its not my time yet.
as odd as it sounds reading this, it helps to write it out...
a friend of Simons, a writer called today to tell Simon he was coming to the writers group tonight.
he got a staticy strange connection, a disconnect and then called back, got simon, or a british man, saying, 'havent you read about Ellen/allen? ... are dead'.
it freaked him the fuck out, freaked Simon out and even though everyone was laughing tonight at Simons writers group when I got home from yoga, it was very weird. EVP?
Now, i have a wide open mind. John is an athiest as is Simon. I am not. I believe. probably more Buddism with good healthy dash of the Pagan. I figure if I write about it, i can dissipate my feelings of being uncomfortable.
I have lived with premonitions my whole life and pretty regular happenings that others would call crazy. I go to psychics, automatic readers, read the tarot myself and try to consult with the I Ching, but i am not that smart. Personally, I am not ready to take the big dirt nap. I am loving life too much. hmmmm... sorry, its not my time yet.
as odd as it sounds reading this, it helps to write it out...