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Amber says that while doing Reiki on me she saw “More eagle feathers. And worms in your body were coming out everywhere.”

More than a little spooked by this, I looked up worms on the internet and found a related article:

“The Caduces is a symbolic staff surmounted by two wings and entwined with two snakes. First, the snake isn’t a snake. It is the guinea worm that infects humans. The Mesopotamians devised a technique for removal that is still in use today. The worm must be removed slowly in order to get it out intact. The solution is to roll up the worm daily on a stick. A carefully rolled worm was a symbol of technical know-how, something that in time became a symbol of the physician’s practical skill. Medical scholars suspect that the worms were the ‘fiery serpents’ that afflicted the Children of Israel in the migration from Egypt. Moses demonstrated the winding of the ’serpent’ and made a model in brass of the procedure.”

Two things I noticed today that are coincidental:

A) Jacob wanted to name our band “Child Fire”. When I read the sentence above it rang eerily familiar: “Medical scholars suspect that the worms were the ‘fiery serpents’ that afflicted the Children of Israel”

B)While reading a book on the Kabbalah book in the morning, I took a more than casual notice of the Caduces (apparently it is also a symbol of the Tree of Life).

So in order to really figure it out, I looked up some answers online.
From Dream Dictionary an interpretation of worms:

Preparation for new developments or new growth
A controversial issue, an old problem, a can of worms
Somebody for whom you have no respect, a worm
Awkwardness about a situation, worming your way out of it

I played a show last night at Chop Suey with my band Beast, please be still.

There was a time where JK was accusing everyone of being a bot. Though I was intrigued by the idea, I never really followed it until I started getting comment spam up the ying-yang. His philosophical hmmm’s starting making sense when faced with the manual deletion of 500 messages about phenadrine and penis-pumps.

Within the last year, someone in the circle of bloggers said that perhaps spam is the “baby-talk” of an artificial life form that is trying to communicate with us.

This may be old news, but my friend Phil found a blog today that is written by a fairly sophisticated script: Michelin Aquiana.

If this AI is indeed trying to communicate with us, perhaps we should leave legitimate questions on one of it’s blogs and attempt to start a discussion. If *it* wants to leave floods of comments on our sites, perhaps we should show that we are, in fact, listening and initiate a deliberate response.

What would you ask of the first truly intelligent machine?

This is from a couple of weeks ago, a short film amber made of us going yard sailing.

This morning on the bus-ride into work I was dozing off in the back corner of the bus with the sunshine in my face. As I began to start to drift into unconciousness, I noticed that my hands felt like they were intertwined, but I couldn’t remember if they actually were.

I was in a pretty confused state and so I wanted to verify whether or not my hands were actually strung together. So, though it was a bit of a challenge, I peeked out of one of my slumbering eyelids and saw that in fact my hands were not even touching. Yet, when I closed them again I could swear that I felt them laced together.

Then an image-idea floated into my head of a non-distict man saying “Brother, won’t you show me mercy?”. What the hell ? Okay, so it was probably just one of those random thought generators that happens right before you konk out; but then I managed to put together the fact that “Mercy” is also the game you play when you try to overpower someone else by twisting and squeezing your intertwined hands. It felt strange that I made that connection AFTER the seemingly random thought appeared – strange that the unconcious part of my mind knew something before my “conscious” mind could catch up.

Just as I was started to rouse from sleep from all of these strange connections, the bus driver shouted out “Next stop, Mercer street”. That really freaked me out – I mean, what a strange little burp of surreality. Part of me wonders whether or not I was picking up on some psychic event from that specific location on Mercer street, or what?

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This is kind of one out of left field, but I was looking at my Uncle Mike’s business website and I checked his contact information to see if I had the right email address.

Now, to clarify, he’s not *really* an uncle by an traditional sense of the word, but my dad and him have been friends since Kindergarten, so I think of him as part of my family.

What’s strange about the site though, is I noticed that the sales contact beneath my uncle Mike’s name was none other than “Jim Kelly” (my own father’s name).

USA

President

Michael L. Par**i +1 (408) ***-1904

Sales and Marketing

Jim Kelly +1 (408) ***-1904

For a second I wondered if my dad has been living a secret life of marketing, but then I remembered how much he swears and realized he would never make that good of a salesman. You know that whole problem with constantly cussing out potential customers.

I know that Jim Kelly is probably a relatively common name, so it’s not *that* weird, but nonetheless I am still kinda weirded out, wondering just why my uncle Mike is drawn to people
with that name. I guess I just find it strange that there are all these patterns in words and symbols and that they attract to eachother.

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Okay, I am probably going to get this horribly wrong, but …

So, Amber told me last night that her sister had a dream about that Amber had a child. Apparently, Amber took her baby up to the edge of a mountain and the baby turned into a deer. There’s a bit more to it than that, but that’s the most important aspect.

So, upon hearing this, Amber found it to be a bit spooky because she remembers spending some time yesterday looking up videos online about deer after suddenly becoming intensely curious about their antlers. I KNOW, TOTALLY BONKERS RIGHT!??!

The also-always-ever-freaked-out JK and I were talking through a chat window and I
mentioned the strange occurrence with Amber, and he said:

“How funny, I was talk just talking in a chat window with another friend and wrote “my boss looks like a deer in headlights”.

So what is it: Chat windows or portals into another dimension? This shit is getting complex.

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Don’t know if this means anything, but:

UPDATE:

Mercy:
c.1175, “God’s forgiveness of his creatures’ offenses,” from O.Fr. mercit, merci “reward, gift, kindness,” from L. mercedem (nom. merces) “reward, wages, hire” (in V.L. “favor, pity”), from merx (gen. mercis) “wares, merchandise.” In Church L. (6c.) applied to the heavenly reward of those who show kindness to the helpless.

Mercer:
c.1123, “dealer in textile,” from Fr. mercier “trader,” from V.L. *merciarius, from L. merx (see market).

Textile:
1626, from L. textilis “woven, fabric, cloth,” noun use of textilis “woven,” from texere “to weave,” from PIE base *tek- “to make” (see texture).

Weave (v.)
O.E. wefan “form by interlacing yarn” (class V strong verb; past tense wæf, pp. wefen), from P.Gmc. *webanan (cf. O.N. vefa, M.L.G., M.Du., Du. weven, O.H.G. weban, Ger. weben “to weave”), from PIE *webh-/*wobh- (cf. Skt. ubhnati “he laces together,” Pers. baftan “to weave,” Gk. hyphe “web”). Extended sense of “combine into a whole” is from 1380; meaning “go by twisting and turning” is first found 1596. Sense in boxing is from 1818. The noun meaning “method or pattern of weaving” is from 1888.