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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.

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As I mentioned elsewhere, you have both gifts for storytelling and (perhaps even more importantly) stories to tell. I hope you will begin to record these in an additional format from comments sections. Although, please don't stop commenting! I love reading them.

I'll say this for now. There are aspects to my story here that make it even weirder, but would reveal too much personal information. This cat may very well be found some day, but pseudonymity is important at the moment.

Thanks again, Sharine. :)

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Mark, your comment warmed my heart.

And — in yet another sync — the evening before you wrote this, I had decided to create a post from the other story-comment I wrote on your Substack about El Niño. I just posted an enhanced version of the story and song demo link (with a couple of photos to boot) today on my new Substack called Sharine Creates. I mention you in the story and also added a link to your Substack.

https://sharinecreates.substack.com

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I know I still haven't responded to this fascinating comment. I'm still unsure how to respond, actually. Gimme a day or two.

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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.

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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).

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Oct 11, 2022Liked by Mark Bisone

We have a store in town that gives $2 bills for change all the time! I don't know why.

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LMAO, I gather that means you think I made it up?

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Fair enough.

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I think it's swell as it is, but I get that it could turn into a real "monster" of short- or long-form fiction.

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Oct 11, 2022·edited Oct 11, 2022Author

Lol, thanks man. I always make a few boo-boos when I publish. I've been nip-tucking the live piece the past ten minutes or so.

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