Out of Phase
So.
The incidents of synchronicity over the last few months have ground to a halt.
This happens cyclically. I don't know if it means I'm crazy, or if it means that reality is participatory in more non-linear ways than our senses would lead us to believe.
I've noticed that when I'm in my maniacal, happy upswing I tend to notice more ways that the universe is trying to communicate with me. My actions all seem to work out for the best, my poetry flourishes and is stimulating and good, and I'm constantly wading through a sea of things that are all going right and falling exactly into place.
When this ends, I feel constantly like I'm either struggling to catch up with the rest of the world, or I'm early and not sure quite how early, so I'm impatient and generally miss it.
Can you remember the movie Groundhog Day, where Bill Murray replays everything that happens in the day until he has it timed out to a science?
When I'm in my hyper mode, everything happens just like that -- it's ridiculous. It's like I could walk down the street, get a weird impulse to put out my hand and WHAM! I catch a bouquet of roses that's fallen from the 20th floor of a building, then I'll feel the desire to turn left at the next corner and I hand the roses to a beautiful girl I nearly run into just as she's stepping out of her front door. She'll turn out to be the girlfriend of an amazing blues pianist and martial arts expert who will insist that I sing for him that night at a club where someone will attack me for no good reason and he'll save my life, which under his code means he's responsible for me and so a lifelong bond of friendship will form. Meanwhile, in the audience will be a promising young film student from a nearby university who will ask me if I'd be willing to star in his current movie project, and I'll say yes, and then feel a strange urge to look under his seat... and find a note stuck with bubblegum that says "I told you I'd never forget, Melty."
I'll hand it to him and he'll start crying, because apparently this was some sort of in-joke between him and his litle sister when they were both younger than 5 years old, and she hasn't spoken to him in 4 years since she'd left to join Green Peace. He'll spend a week hunting her down and he'll patch up things between the two of them and I'll be best man at her wedding where her new husband will offer to give me free parachuting lessons., and...
...OK, all I was trying to say is that I feel like I've slipped out of phaze with everything that I had been synced up to.
When I'm really, truly there, weird things happen that make me wonder how much of it is insanity, how much of it is me doing it, and how much of it is the way the world simply IS, and I just have to be paying attention properly to be a part of it. For example, when I'm in that place, it's not just the synchronicity... people start dreaming about me. People start telling me that they're experiencing the same strange feelings, that they feel the magic in the air, too. It makes me wonder if it's something outside of ourselves, or something inside of ourselves, or if it's something inside me... I'm just egotistical enough to believe that my weird fluctuations in existence could tangentially but drastically impact the lives of people I know well or also barely know at all without regard for distance, so long as they've been even mildly influenced by an interaction with me. My spin changes make their spins change auto-magically without a touch or a whisper.
I'm probably just crazy.
Regardless, Wish me luck. I'm playing with Interrogation tomorrow in Philly; headlining the show is Carfax Abbey playing all new songs; and then I'm playing on 10-19 at Gotham Citi Cafe's Flux in New Haven, CT with Nightcrawler 1947.
The incidents of synchronicity over the last few months have ground to a halt.
This happens cyclically. I don't know if it means I'm crazy, or if it means that reality is participatory in more non-linear ways than our senses would lead us to believe.
I've noticed that when I'm in my maniacal, happy upswing I tend to notice more ways that the universe is trying to communicate with me. My actions all seem to work out for the best, my poetry flourishes and is stimulating and good, and I'm constantly wading through a sea of things that are all going right and falling exactly into place.
When this ends, I feel constantly like I'm either struggling to catch up with the rest of the world, or I'm early and not sure quite how early, so I'm impatient and generally miss it.
Can you remember the movie Groundhog Day, where Bill Murray replays everything that happens in the day until he has it timed out to a science?
When I'm in my hyper mode, everything happens just like that -- it's ridiculous. It's like I could walk down the street, get a weird impulse to put out my hand and WHAM! I catch a bouquet of roses that's fallen from the 20th floor of a building, then I'll feel the desire to turn left at the next corner and I hand the roses to a beautiful girl I nearly run into just as she's stepping out of her front door. She'll turn out to be the girlfriend of an amazing blues pianist and martial arts expert who will insist that I sing for him that night at a club where someone will attack me for no good reason and he'll save my life, which under his code means he's responsible for me and so a lifelong bond of friendship will form. Meanwhile, in the audience will be a promising young film student from a nearby university who will ask me if I'd be willing to star in his current movie project, and I'll say yes, and then feel a strange urge to look under his seat... and find a note stuck with bubblegum that says "I told you I'd never forget, Melty."
I'll hand it to him and he'll start crying, because apparently this was some sort of in-joke between him and his litle sister when they were both younger than 5 years old, and she hasn't spoken to him in 4 years since she'd left to join Green Peace. He'll spend a week hunting her down and he'll patch up things between the two of them and I'll be best man at her wedding where her new husband will offer to give me free parachuting lessons., and...
...OK, all I was trying to say is that I feel like I've slipped out of phaze with everything that I had been synced up to.
When I'm really, truly there, weird things happen that make me wonder how much of it is insanity, how much of it is me doing it, and how much of it is the way the world simply IS, and I just have to be paying attention properly to be a part of it. For example, when I'm in that place, it's not just the synchronicity... people start dreaming about me. People start telling me that they're experiencing the same strange feelings, that they feel the magic in the air, too. It makes me wonder if it's something outside of ourselves, or something inside of ourselves, or if it's something inside me... I'm just egotistical enough to believe that my weird fluctuations in existence could tangentially but drastically impact the lives of people I know well or also barely know at all without regard for distance, so long as they've been even mildly influenced by an interaction with me. My spin changes make their spins change auto-magically without a touch or a whisper.
I'm probably just crazy.
Regardless, Wish me luck. I'm playing with Interrogation tomorrow in Philly; headlining the show is Carfax Abbey playing all new songs; and then I'm playing on 10-19 at Gotham Citi Cafe's Flux in New Haven, CT with Nightcrawler 1947.
