Great story, and such good writing! Oddly enough, two bizarre (albeit also "bland" and "boring" in their coincidence or synchronicity) came to light while reading.
First, I am literally staring at exactly two two-dollar bills that sit on the base of my Apple cinema display, and have since I moved here in 2006. They were both gifts from a wacky but big-hearted lady nicknamed Poof who followed Willie Nelson and family for a couple of decades. In fact, Poof got me in to see Willie perform in 2002 (two twos, btw) at the Universal Amphitheater. She made me bring my acoustic guitar so that I could perform in the cabana (that's what they called their "green room"). That never happened (no surprise), but I did sit outside on the bumper of my 1988 Acura Legend while playing and singing songs just to try to stay warm in the chill of February. A black limo pulled up about 70 feet away and the back passenger window rolled down. The car sat there, idling as I played two songs, then pulled away to somewhere I couldn't see it. Shortly after that, Poof came to give me my concert pass. As we walked into the cabana, several people came up to me, saying, "Hey, you must be the girl that Ray heard playing in the parking lot. He said you were really good and he liked your songs." Poof was nodding and clutching me as if I was her prize. (They were talking about Ray Charles, who was Willie's opening act that night.) After both shows, Poof took me back stage to meet the family, the back to Willie's tour bus. She spoke to the bus driver, Gator, and said to ask Willie if he would autograph my guitar. Gator took my inexpensive but really nice sounding Fender and immediately closed the bus door. Poof and I waited for nearly 30 minutes until Gator emerged with my newly signed instrument. He said Willie played on it the whole time (between tokes, of course).
The other coincidence/synch came at the end of the Colt 45 commercial when the brewery info was displayed. The city of LaCrosse is about 45 minutes from the town I grew up in, in the heartland of Wisconsin. I never drank Colt 45, but I drank plenty of other cheap beer made in 'Sconnie, haha. (I have since switched to Champagne and wine). Yeah, this synch is a bit less exciting than the two two-dollar bills, but hey, there's still some magic in the moment for me.
I'm not a numerology expert, but I am well aware of the fact that "Freemasons" (in quotes because they're not about freedom and they don't build anything: they enslave and destroy) and other dark occultists consider 22 to be the "master builder number." But again, the "FMs" are deconstructionists/reductionists, and the only thing they have mastered is black-magic-projectionist fear-based psychological manipulation which can only last for so long. We are winning.
Oct 14, 2022·edited Oct 14, 2022Liked by Mark Bisone
After reading this, I thought of a book I read a couple of months ago by the Australian, Robert Moss, who writes about dreams, runs dream workshops, and talks about "kairomancy," divination by everyday events. The book is called Sidewalk Oracles, about noticing the sync winks or coincidences in our lives that we begin to see once we tune into them. Moss is an interesting character himself.
Love your writing Mark! Everett and Mommy and the dance moves made for an entertaining encounter. The two dollar bill is a sign from God... obviously ;-)
Looking forward to more adventures from the diary of Mark (would make a great cartoon now that I think of it).
Great story, and such good writing! Oddly enough, two bizarre (albeit also "bland" and "boring" in their coincidence or synchronicity) came to light while reading.
First, I am literally staring at exactly two two-dollar bills that sit on the base of my Apple cinema display, and have since I moved here in 2006. They were both gifts from a wacky but big-hearted lady nicknamed Poof who followed Willie Nelson and family for a couple of decades. In fact, Poof got me in to see Willie perform in 2002 (two twos, btw) at the Universal Amphitheater. She made me bring my acoustic guitar so that I could perform in the cabana (that's what they called their "green room"). That never happened (no surprise), but I did sit outside on the bumper of my 1988 Acura Legend while playing and singing songs just to try to stay warm in the chill of February. A black limo pulled up about 70 feet away and the back passenger window rolled down. The car sat there, idling as I played two songs, then pulled away to somewhere I couldn't see it. Shortly after that, Poof came to give me my concert pass. As we walked into the cabana, several people came up to me, saying, "Hey, you must be the girl that Ray heard playing in the parking lot. He said you were really good and he liked your songs." Poof was nodding and clutching me as if I was her prize. (They were talking about Ray Charles, who was Willie's opening act that night.) After both shows, Poof took me back stage to meet the family, the back to Willie's tour bus. She spoke to the bus driver, Gator, and said to ask Willie if he would autograph my guitar. Gator took my inexpensive but really nice sounding Fender and immediately closed the bus door. Poof and I waited for nearly 30 minutes until Gator emerged with my newly signed instrument. He said Willie played on it the whole time (between tokes, of course).
The other coincidence/synch came at the end of the Colt 45 commercial when the brewery info was displayed. The city of LaCrosse is about 45 minutes from the town I grew up in, in the heartland of Wisconsin. I never drank Colt 45, but I drank plenty of other cheap beer made in 'Sconnie, haha. (I have since switched to Champagne and wine). Yeah, this synch is a bit less exciting than the two two-dollar bills, but hey, there's still some magic in the moment for me.
I'm not a numerology expert, but I am well aware of the fact that "Freemasons" (in quotes because they're not about freedom and they don't build anything: they enslave and destroy) and other dark occultists consider 22 to be the "master builder number." But again, the "FMs" are deconstructionists/reductionists, and the only thing they have mastered is black-magic-projectionist fear-based psychological manipulation which can only last for so long. We are winning.
After reading this, I thought of a book I read a couple of months ago by the Australian, Robert Moss, who writes about dreams, runs dream workshops, and talks about "kairomancy," divination by everyday events. The book is called Sidewalk Oracles, about noticing the sync winks or coincidences in our lives that we begin to see once we tune into them. Moss is an interesting character himself.
Love your writing Mark! Everett and Mommy and the dance moves made for an entertaining encounter. The two dollar bill is a sign from God... obviously ;-)
Looking forward to more adventures from the diary of Mark (would make a great cartoon now that I think of it).
We have a store in town that gives $2 bills for change all the time! I don't know why.