Sometimes...

I know things.  Things I haven’t been told.  Am I psychic?  Hardly.  Am I magickal?  Of course but that has little to do with what I’m referring to.  Am I outside, peering in windows?  Hahaha, nope.  Not this time.

No, sometimes I know things because in a very round about way, I’ve been told them.  Oh, not intentionally.  And often, unknowingly.  I know because I pay attention.  I take all that’s been said, filter it, add in bits and pieces that are unsaid but out there nonetheless, mix in a pinch of my own experiences and viola, I know things.

Is this good?  More often than not.  When I’m asked to offer my viewpoint, does it help?  At times.  Can it be creepy?  Perhaps if those I’m speaking with never realize that I’m merely spouting their own relations back at them.  Am I full of malarkey?  Most definitely.

Happy weekend all!  Wait.  It’s only Thursday.  Damn…

It's Alive!

A year or so ago, a Monkey King statue came to live with me. It’s made of blue frosted glass and has been in the same location since it arrived.

Last night, I flipped off the lights and was headed to bed when I noticed I could see blue coming from that corner of the living room. I shouldn’t have been able to see anything. It was dark. Something was different. That’s when I realized. The statue was glowing.

It’s never done that before. And I have no idea why it did so last night. But glowing it was. I was up in the night, prowling as I do at times. I checked and yep, it was still glowing.

Although it’s odd, it’s not at all frightening. I suspect the magic of the statue is reawakening. It’s decided that it’s safe where it is and I can be trusted not to interfere with whatever its purpose is. I can’t wait to find out what that might be!