A whole lot of psychic going on.
So Cathy and I have been very (in fact, alarmingly) worried about her trip to Frankfurt, Germany. We had a few weird dark moments in our conversations regarding the trip shortly before she left. A lot of talk of having "strange feelings" about this trip. At one point she said she felt guilty for leaving me alone (probably because I'm half-retarded). At any rate, my psychic warning system was going off about this trip.
This is where it gets interesting:
My friend Lindsay of her now unadvertised website and my new improv group, "Lick Your Wounds", called me three times tonight (twice while my phone was off). I turned on my phone in a bar just in time to get her third call. She said that she didn't want to freak me out or anything but that she had just had her first psychic reading and that the psychic gave her a message for her friend. The psychic said that her friends name had something to do with Winston Churchill. I thought and thought about what this had to do with me, Chris Churchill. But then it came to me...I don't smoke cigarettes either. So with Churchill indicated, the psychic went on to tell her that my wife was travelling right now (a fact that Lindsay didn't even know) and that my wife should "be careful when making her travel plans."
So now I'm listening. Lindsay also said not to worry too much because the psychic said it wasn't life or death. Well the next two e-mails (one follow-up from Lindsay to me and one reply from me back to Lindsay) wraps this whole thing up.
Here's Lindsays e-mail...
>"From: "Lindsay >Reply-To: lindsay@unadvertisedwebsite.com
>To: "Los Shut Up"
>Subject: Hey....
>Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 00:52:28 -0400 (EDT)
>
>Hey Chris! Just wanted to write and reiterate that I hope you're not too
>weirded out about the message I passed along. It's just that when a
>psychic tells you to do something, you listen. Or, at least, I do. That
>was my first-ever reading, but she was so right on about a lot of things
>in my life, and, well, I was totally amazed when she gave me something to
>tell you specifically.
>
>Also, re: your blog -- Prophetic dreams and recurring tiny trolleys? Now
>messages during _other_ peoples' readings? Has your life always been this
>interesting?
>
>Anyways, hope that all is well in Churchill-ville. "
Here's my reply where I get all poetic at 2:30AM.
"I e-mailed Cathy with the facts. Then I woke up at two in the morning to go to the bathroom and decided to give her a call. Believe it or not, I woke her up. She's been catching up from her jetlag and she's been a little nervous and upset but she's fine. I talked to her about the psychic and she said, "It's probably that we've been having a lot of trouble coordinating where and when to go places because the kids are in school and..." some other stuff. So she said it's probably that she needs to carefully plan her travelling so she can actually go and see all the things she wants to see. But also, I warned her and she agreed to be very careful and wary of her surroundings and all that good stuff. Because they are actually travelling some today. They're going to a small suburb of frankfurt called Wiesbaten. So there is some travelling within her travels. Weird. If you see the psychic, tell the psychic thanks. And stay on the light side of the force, Yoda.
As far as the blogging and my interesting life. Apparently, the answer is yes. My life has always been interesting. Starting with being an accident in the first place (mom says, "happy surprise") who was born to a woman who has had frequent hospitalizations for mental illness including a stay in a padded cell shortly after my first birthday to being the only gifted kid in my school. From being one of the only white kids in my all black (and breakdancing) neighborhood. From my frequent injuries, accidents and bad luck to all the good luck that has come from the "bad" luck. From the many different performance opportunities to the cancer. From my crisis of faith and my bouts with mental illness to my last few years of psychic dreams, solo performance success and the noticing of the weird little gifts and messages that life gives you (i.e. my favorite piece of trash, the tiny schoolbus). Yeah, I've had a weird life so far and I hope it only gets weirder and better. Life's really short. It's ridiculous that life even happens so it's good when life gives you something to notice, to enjoy, to love, to hate, to feel strongly about in anyway and to talk about with people you really care about."
Boy am I pretentious. But I've got to be something.
By the way, had a dream this morning where I ran my trolley through a red light inadvertently but that somehow I knew that it was no problem, no repercussions. Later today, I got a call from a friend, asking if I wanted to do Rich Talerico's (writer for SNL or MadTv or something) improv workshop for free. I had been wanting to take this workshop but didn't think I could spare the money (there's my red light). But my lucky life (my big red trolley) just rolled right through the red light with no cost of any kind. Well, unfortunately, there was nothing behind the red light because Frankie J had e-mailed Rich with the wrong day. So I'll be taking Rich's sketch writing workshop for free on Thursday.
This is where it gets interesting:
My friend Lindsay of her now unadvertised website and my new improv group, "Lick Your Wounds", called me three times tonight (twice while my phone was off). I turned on my phone in a bar just in time to get her third call. She said that she didn't want to freak me out or anything but that she had just had her first psychic reading and that the psychic gave her a message for her friend. The psychic said that her friends name had something to do with Winston Churchill. I thought and thought about what this had to do with me, Chris Churchill. But then it came to me...I don't smoke cigarettes either. So with Churchill indicated, the psychic went on to tell her that my wife was travelling right now (a fact that Lindsay didn't even know) and that my wife should "be careful when making her travel plans."
So now I'm listening. Lindsay also said not to worry too much because the psychic said it wasn't life or death. Well the next two e-mails (one follow-up from Lindsay to me and one reply from me back to Lindsay) wraps this whole thing up.
Here's Lindsays e-mail...
>"From: "Lindsay >Reply-To: lindsay@unadvertisedwebsite.com
>To: "Los Shut Up"
>Subject: Hey....
>Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 00:52:28 -0400 (EDT)
>
>Hey Chris! Just wanted to write and reiterate that I hope you're not too
>weirded out about the message I passed along. It's just that when a
>psychic tells you to do something, you listen. Or, at least, I do. That
>was my first-ever reading, but she was so right on about a lot of things
>in my life, and, well, I was totally amazed when she gave me something to
>tell you specifically.
>
>Also, re: your blog -- Prophetic dreams and recurring tiny trolleys? Now
>messages during _other_ peoples' readings? Has your life always been this
>interesting?
>
>Anyways, hope that all is well in Churchill-ville. "
Here's my reply where I get all poetic at 2:30AM.
"I e-mailed Cathy with the facts. Then I woke up at two in the morning to go to the bathroom and decided to give her a call. Believe it or not, I woke her up. She's been catching up from her jetlag and she's been a little nervous and upset but she's fine. I talked to her about the psychic and she said, "It's probably that we've been having a lot of trouble coordinating where and when to go places because the kids are in school and..." some other stuff. So she said it's probably that she needs to carefully plan her travelling so she can actually go and see all the things she wants to see. But also, I warned her and she agreed to be very careful and wary of her surroundings and all that good stuff. Because they are actually travelling some today. They're going to a small suburb of frankfurt called Wiesbaten. So there is some travelling within her travels. Weird. If you see the psychic, tell the psychic thanks. And stay on the light side of the force, Yoda.
As far as the blogging and my interesting life. Apparently, the answer is yes. My life has always been interesting. Starting with being an accident in the first place (mom says, "happy surprise") who was born to a woman who has had frequent hospitalizations for mental illness including a stay in a padded cell shortly after my first birthday to being the only gifted kid in my school. From being one of the only white kids in my all black (and breakdancing) neighborhood. From my frequent injuries, accidents and bad luck to all the good luck that has come from the "bad" luck. From the many different performance opportunities to the cancer. From my crisis of faith and my bouts with mental illness to my last few years of psychic dreams, solo performance success and the noticing of the weird little gifts and messages that life gives you (i.e. my favorite piece of trash, the tiny schoolbus). Yeah, I've had a weird life so far and I hope it only gets weirder and better. Life's really short. It's ridiculous that life even happens so it's good when life gives you something to notice, to enjoy, to love, to hate, to feel strongly about in anyway and to talk about with people you really care about."
Boy am I pretentious. But I've got to be something.
By the way, had a dream this morning where I ran my trolley through a red light inadvertently but that somehow I knew that it was no problem, no repercussions. Later today, I got a call from a friend, asking if I wanted to do Rich Talerico's (writer for SNL or MadTv or something) improv workshop for free. I had been wanting to take this workshop but didn't think I could spare the money (there's my red light). But my lucky life (my big red trolley) just rolled right through the red light with no cost of any kind. Well, unfortunately, there was nothing behind the red light because Frankie J had e-mailed Rich with the wrong day. So I'll be taking Rich's sketch writing workshop for free on Thursday.
posted by Churchill at 2:34 AM
2 Comments:
I was posting a real heartfelt comment to this. Then my network at the orifice crashed on me. Don't take it personally, it happened like three times this AM.
In keeping w/the theme of your post, maybe the comment wasn't meant to be. Better to be silent and thought a fool, yakety yak.
I apologize for my LJ as of late. All the public entries have been about shit that gives blogs a bad name. How many more online journals about a person's pet cat must readers suffer? Apparently, one more, at least among my general readership.
before i got ahold of chris, i had this feeling like after i hit "copy" but before i hit "paste" in a word document. like something important was floating in the ether and needed to be delivered to its final destination RIGHT AWAY!
~lindsay
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