The Witch Woman
Well I have a very strange experiences since I have been back in Los Angeles. The cold hard reality of the end of a past life has not been this easy process I had the arrogance to think it would be. I catch myself thinking in the terms of us instead of just me. When you spend the past 3 years worrying and protecting somebody else you come to think of the world in terms of two namely the other person first. And now it is in terms of one person and his dog. It is strange to go from a protector and care taker of a quasi family consisting of two people and two pets. Too just yourself and your dog. But in the end it is what it is. But the detoux as I like to call it is rough and hard and in the end it is progressing. The turning of "us" to "me" is going relatively well I am only driving myself insane a little more than normal.
But that is isn't the purpose of this post it is a mere recap to give context to the situation I am about to describe. And as all stories go now you have the prolog and now I assume it is time for me to stop pussyfooting around and dive into the guts of my tale.
So there I am for the first time in a few months feeling relatively at peace. I had just found a new place and now I can actually put things in terms of getting my life together and progressing instead of this limbo of constantly looking for a new place to live and tearing myself apart in the agony and stress of looking and all the while stupidly blaming my ex for putting me in this shitty situation of having to actually do something about my life. So needless to say It was sunny it was beautiful the birds were in the air and all was actually well in the world.
So here I am walking Zeke my dog, minding my own business and this convertible pt cruiser screeches to a halt next to me. The thing was full of nick nacks and small things and this girl or woman she was one of those people at an age that it is impossible to determine how you should describe her. She stops and starts talking to me about Zeke. Which isn't that unusual since he is a rather strange looking animal if you haven't had the honor to meet Zeke. He is a stark white German Shepard and he is kind of lanky and walks low with a surprising amount of grace. Needless to say some would say he does resemble a wolf. She starts carrying on about how beautiful he is. How dog backwards is god. And that was the beginning of the strangeness. She jumps out of her car and throws her keys on the ground. She says thank you to him for allowing her to be around him. Needless to say zeke starts getting freaked out and starts hopping around and barking at her. Normal people would be dissuaded by this but not her, it just makes her feel more adamant about wanting to "commune" with him. And here I am watching this. She starts talking about how the modern day cross is out of balance and represents a sword and how the true cross is in balance and it represents 4 triangle which than represent two infinity symbols. And how the shadow of him and her represent a gate way.
It kept going and I honestly can't remember all she said. But in the end she said she is marrying a man she loves and she invited me and zeke to the wedding. It was is in a cemetery on November 25th. She said that Love backwards is evolve. She was very into reversing words, like it was a way to finding the hidden meaning to the word. She than said she was just attacked and than I looked her hands and they had blood on them and that rape backwards was epar (to my knowledge there is no word epar). And than I looked into her eyes and I saw that she had one brown eye and one blue one. At that point things for me started feeling not so much crazy but ominous. She said he she went one day to a dog park to meet a wolf but instead met her true father a Cherokee man. She said she was half Cherokee and he was her true father and instead of finding a wolf she found him.
She than offered me and zeke a present for allowing her to talk to my "wolf" zeke. It seems she held dogs in some sort of divine light. She asked me if I had a knife I kindly gave her my trusty pocket knife and she sliced a piece of a scarf she had on her rear view window. As she was cutting the scarf she said "of course a man who walks with a wolf would have a knife". And than she proceeded to tear off a part of a book and gave that to me as a present. So the scarf was for the dog the piece of the book was for me. The than asked me my name and which I told her she than said it was a good name, tried to say it backwards but she failed than we shook hands than parted ways.
I am usually not a superstitious person. But for some reason I decided to not throw away these gifts. She to me seemed like some sort of witchwoman, and I think it is better to have a good meeting with one than a bad one. I have only had one other similar experience were I was walking out of a restaurant and a man asked me for my leftovers. I told him no they were for my lunch tomorrow. He than told me that I wasn't sorry that I was cursed. And for some reason being cursed by somebody really bothered me and I don't think I will ever forget that spindly old black man who cursed me.
But that is isn't the purpose of this post it is a mere recap to give context to the situation I am about to describe. And as all stories go now you have the prolog and now I assume it is time for me to stop pussyfooting around and dive into the guts of my tale.
So there I am for the first time in a few months feeling relatively at peace. I had just found a new place and now I can actually put things in terms of getting my life together and progressing instead of this limbo of constantly looking for a new place to live and tearing myself apart in the agony and stress of looking and all the while stupidly blaming my ex for putting me in this shitty situation of having to actually do something about my life. So needless to say It was sunny it was beautiful the birds were in the air and all was actually well in the world.
So here I am walking Zeke my dog, minding my own business and this convertible pt cruiser screeches to a halt next to me. The thing was full of nick nacks and small things and this girl or woman she was one of those people at an age that it is impossible to determine how you should describe her. She stops and starts talking to me about Zeke. Which isn't that unusual since he is a rather strange looking animal if you haven't had the honor to meet Zeke. He is a stark white German Shepard and he is kind of lanky and walks low with a surprising amount of grace. Needless to say some would say he does resemble a wolf. She starts carrying on about how beautiful he is. How dog backwards is god. And that was the beginning of the strangeness. She jumps out of her car and throws her keys on the ground. She says thank you to him for allowing her to be around him. Needless to say zeke starts getting freaked out and starts hopping around and barking at her. Normal people would be dissuaded by this but not her, it just makes her feel more adamant about wanting to "commune" with him. And here I am watching this. She starts talking about how the modern day cross is out of balance and represents a sword and how the true cross is in balance and it represents 4 triangle which than represent two infinity symbols. And how the shadow of him and her represent a gate way.
It kept going and I honestly can't remember all she said. But in the end she said she is marrying a man she loves and she invited me and zeke to the wedding. It was is in a cemetery on November 25th. She said that Love backwards is evolve. She was very into reversing words, like it was a way to finding the hidden meaning to the word. She than said she was just attacked and than I looked her hands and they had blood on them and that rape backwards was epar (to my knowledge there is no word epar). And than I looked into her eyes and I saw that she had one brown eye and one blue one. At that point things for me started feeling not so much crazy but ominous. She said he she went one day to a dog park to meet a wolf but instead met her true father a Cherokee man. She said she was half Cherokee and he was her true father and instead of finding a wolf she found him.
She than offered me and zeke a present for allowing her to talk to my "wolf" zeke. It seems she held dogs in some sort of divine light. She asked me if I had a knife I kindly gave her my trusty pocket knife and she sliced a piece of a scarf she had on her rear view window. As she was cutting the scarf she said "of course a man who walks with a wolf would have a knife". And than she proceeded to tear off a part of a book and gave that to me as a present. So the scarf was for the dog the piece of the book was for me. The than asked me my name and which I told her she than said it was a good name, tried to say it backwards but she failed than we shook hands than parted ways.
I am usually not a superstitious person. But for some reason I decided to not throw away these gifts. She to me seemed like some sort of witchwoman, and I think it is better to have a good meeting with one than a bad one. I have only had one other similar experience were I was walking out of a restaurant and a man asked me for my leftovers. I told him no they were for my lunch tomorrow. He than told me that I wasn't sorry that I was cursed. And for some reason being cursed by somebody really bothered me and I don't think I will ever forget that spindly old black man who cursed me.
