Trickster: 11

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Monday, January 3, 2011

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Please don´t bother to read this as it slowly fails to make sense, but if it does tell me. Repetition ensures immortality and considering it´s already a spiritual number let´s see how far I can get.

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 "That is so creepy, it reminds of the stuff the guy from The Shining was typing, " said Edith very indiscreetly.

"Oh, thank you, but I´m pretty sure I did the same thing in my painting, remember, 1:11 AM?

"Yes, I know that one. Come on we got lots of of work to do on back at Chelsea."

Housework never stops but it´s not eternal.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

1/11/11 (continued):

Don´t bother me I´m in the creative process. Just this morning I had a revelation about a rabbit with silver fur.

Have you ever seen how the snow shines so brightly against the Sun? That´s the way he looked. He was standing on its two feet wearing a sort of blue shirt. He was just being there. I wonder if I was supposed to follow him somewhere.

"Why the blue now? Is it another period?" said Edith acting a little bit curious.

"No, it´s just a revelation."

I drew it on my large sketchbook. More evidence for this new year. I found out two other paintings got sold; 1:11 and Handle With Care. Now that I know how incredibly important these mystery numbers are perhaps I should be more careful. I reviewed most of my blog entries and they still make sense. Ms. King said my dreams would come true, what she didn´t tell me is that they didn´t quite happened as I expected.

You see, that time I saw Edith wearing a cloak and opened my chest releasing butterflies was the meaning of a new journey, the light at the end of the tunnel but first I had to overcome one of my worst fears; the ghost of Lisa Summers.

(continued)...

Saturday, January 1, 2011

1/11/11

Something´s changing inside of me, an invisible force flowing, like electricity. I close my eyes and all I see is rabbits, small ones probably. There was a small brown one and a white one with shiny fur like silver, but mostly white ones, yes...

"Are you talking in your sleep, sweetie?"

"I´m doing it again, I´m doing it again. Multiplication is happening before my eyes. You add up the ones of this day and whaddaya get? 5, the number of the Hierophant. It´s time to drive my children through a safe path in the middle of the night. They want me because they know I have the right answers, I can see it, it´s so clear like the sky above me...

"Well, in case you were wondering the snow storm has ended."

"It can´t snow all the time either, ow..."

"What now?"

"I think I´m experiencing a hangover in its full splendor..."

"What a lovely way to begin this year, huh?"

"Sure, sure, sure..."

"Do you have any idea what you just said?"

"´Bout what?"

"I´ll write it down. I´ll tell you later, go back to sleep..."

She kissed me and hugged like a huge teddy bear. If it hadn´t been for her I would never had remembered these revelations I got.

(continued).

Friday, September 3, 2010

MASTER NUMBER 11 WAS HERE...

Ow...was the first word I muttered after so many hours of pain and wild hallucinations from Hell, it was still morning, no Sun out, I couldn´t sleep. I did seem to have the feeling I was visited by a spiritual presence though. I accidentally grabbed a bottle of pills that had an expiration date marked:

BEST UNTIL 11/11

There´s that damn number again following me. I don´t believe in that shit, why was I being haunted by the supernatural? Another bitch who wants me, yet I always give her the cold shoulder.

When I used to date Lisa, back in high school, she did this bizarre reading by using my date of birth:

JANUARY 29TH, 1981.

How was that done, again? I did the math in my sketchbook:

Your date broken into numbers is:

1 + 2 + 9 + 1 + 9 + 8 +1 = 31

"The trick to reveal your life path is by reducing it to just one number, so three plus one is four."

"So what the Hell does four mean?"

FOUR STANDS FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE INDEED HARD WORKING AND HAVE GREAT CHANCES OF SUCCEEDING. Plus, your sign is Aquarius, right?

"Yeah, so?"

IT MAKES SENSE IF YOU WANT TO USE YOUR TALENT TO OPEN UP TO OTHERS AND REACH OUT TO HELP THEM. YOU´RE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDLY TOO...

"Woman, I´m not God. I don´t think I´ll ever be, no one is. If you want to make me one, go ahead."

That was probably one of the multiple reasons why I stopped going out with her. One time she begged me to visit this old structure that looked like an abandoned castle. It was rumored that it used to belong to some dude who got lucky and was hiding in the out bounds of Elyria for some shitty reason, you know, that kind of people that everyone talks about but no one messes with. Lisa said that an evil force or vibe or spirit was roaming over there. Not that the place was haunted, it’s just that she said:

MANY OBJECTS THAT PEOPLE CHERISHED LEAVE TRACES BEHIND.

And I went, “like fingerprints?” I’m sorry, I was sixteen and horribly naïve.

NO, YOU SEE, THEIR PSYCHIC ENERGY INVADES THINGS, EVEN THE SMALLEST ONES.

Ever since she laid her eyes upon me she felt I was capable of picking up that so-called voodoo energy like I was a radar for the dead. She was thinking like I was join a legion of fucked up teens or something and before things got even worse I declined her invitation. Unfortunately she told her friends that I said Goths suck and they’re a bunch of wannabe vampires.

Was I so overwhelmed by that? No, I don’t think so. That was part of her game, since she was the one who wanted to have a supernatural experience so badly to compensate her need for affection. That I can understand, but I did the civilized thing to ignore her bitching, which is why I stopped calling her. So as you can see, I did learn a few magic tricks on my own.

“THE MORE YOU TALK ABOUT SOMEONE, THE MORE POWERFUL HE OR SHE BECOMES.”

Of course, there’s the portrait I did of her as well, I should bury it, burn it, rip it to shreds but I’m still scared.

Almost dawn, I can’t go on, need to sleep.