"Everything's a number man. Everything's a number." (overheard conversation)
I didn't want to.
First, the cover design.
Then, the words and pictures.
And, finally, the feeling I got from reading a few pages at random. Like I was visiting an old friend. So I bought it.
Update - Something strange and beautiful just happened. (I noted the time as approximately 1:45 a.m.)
I had just finished posting my review of Noni Juice (should appear in a day or so), and was walking into the kitchen. As I entered, a flash of very bright light struck my eyes. I took another step and noticed Artis (one of three little people in cat suits) was playing with an elongated dust ball on the tile floor. Wait. That ain't no dust ball. That's a... a snake!
Someone once said that everything has a beginning, a middle and an end. But not necessarily in that order. I now quote from the June 6 entry in my dream journal (this was actually a waking event but I felt it deserved to be entered here). I rescue a snake from drowning in my swimming pool. I place him in my garden.
On that June 6 morning I noticed a small snake "swimming" in my pool. (I should note the pool has only a couple of feet of brown soupy water in it. I've seen frogs in there, and, of course, many insects.) I figured this was a water snake of some kind. However, when I looked down about five minutes later, after doing some garden cleanup, I observed the snake was barely moving. The upper half of its body was underwater. The snake, I figured, was maybe a minute away from drowning.
I grabbed the long pole with the net and fished him out. He lay unmoving in the net. I blew on him. He moved. I told him I was glad I rescued him, and I placed him in the garden.
Interlude - Before I continue, I must inform you that I spent some time this morning exploring the rest of Renna Shesso's website. The majority of my time was spent reading and reflecting on soul retrieval. This, as is everything else in life, is part of the grand connecting web.) End Interlude
I again quote from my dream journal - 6/16/07 Waking life 1:45 a.m. (See 6/6/07) - I walk into my kitchen from computer room. Artis is "playing" (toying) with a snake, about eight inches long, creamy white in color, black match tip of a head. Certainly not poisonous. I coax him into a glass. thank him for visiting me, take him outside, and release him to the garden of parsley. What shall I name him?
When I walked into the darkness, flashlight illuminating the way to the garden, I saw another flash of light to the northeast - the air was heavy with the portent of rain. I looked once more at the snake resting in the glass. Again I thanked him for visiting. I told him he'd be much better off in my garden. I lowered him into the parsley and watched as he disappeared beneath the dark green foliage.
As a young man, I had numerous dreams of snakes. Every single dream was frightening. I finally decided to "do something" about it. I entered into my dream journal a "waking dream" wherein I "killed" the snake. By this I mean I drew a picture of a large snake which I then proceeded to "kill", using a red marker for blood. Strangely enough, it was just a day or so later when I came across an article that informed me that snakes are not necessarily "evil" when they appear in dream life - they may also stand for knowledge and/or wisdom. I immediately regretted kiling my dream snake. (I was younger then, and very ignorant.)
This morning's snake appeared identical to the one I rescued. I shall see if I can find a picture of him, which I will post here.
I'm getting the germ of an idea of how I will use my snake as part of a project which I initiated last Thursday.
Update on the Update - My snake appears to be a New Mexico Blind Snake. More here.
The difference between this photo and the snake in my kitchen is the coloration - mine is cream colored with a black head.
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