…As he began to share stories of wet footprints, faint appertains and flickering lights, another bar patron — seemingly compelled by a different kind of spirit — slurred in. “That’s all bullshit,” she blurted from the end of the bar. “Great way to sell rooms, but total bullshit, and you know it.”….
…I heard a noise behind me, when I turned around, I could clearly see the figure of a person, but it was made out of smoke. It was like somehow the smoke of cigarettes had gravitated to that one place in the air and stayed there, making a ghost visible. It didn’t have a face or anything, but it felt like that thing was staring at me and I couldn’t help but stare back. It felt like an eternity, but when it disappeared I check the time and it had been like two minutes. Pretty spooky.
Friend or Foe? Twice now, in the exact same spot, on my midnight bicycle commute home to West Seattle, this fast and flat Shadow Cat crossed the road right under my wheels….
I full-on astral planed during a performance at at this theater. I was singing a song I had written about life and death being one and the same and about a half-minute into it I realized I was outside and above myself, watching it happen as it happened. There was nothing unsettling or upsetting about this. I simply felt in awe of the experience and went with it. As the song ended, I re-entered my body. I don’t drink or do drugs when I perform. I’m not on any kind of medication. It was one of those truly weird and undeniably beautiful experiences.
…My kitchen backsplash especially functions like a continually-changing portal of some kind….
Elevator accidentally took me to the restricted sub-basement floor of the VA. They definitely have a demogorgon down there. I managed to get out alive.