Saturday, June 03, 2006

The Wizard




I first became aware of my powers when I was 8 years old. I saw the back of a man wearing a white shirt and walking a small black dog with a distinct background of a large glass wall. It was a dream. But a month later my parents took us to the county fair for the first time. I watched in awe as I saw the back of that same man and dog at a dog show there. The glass wall framed a large bleacher area.

Later, such dreams would occur time and time again. The most memorable happened when I was in my twenties. I started having re-occurring dreams of large mansions. In one dream, I was a little boy playing in a large room. I ran out of the room and into a narrow hall with wooden railings that shaped into a square. It was open in the center to the foyer below. There was a floor above me, and below me with similar railings, and the foyer was at the bottom for a total of four floors. I ran to the foyer and looked up to see the squares—the squares got a little narrower as it went up, kind of like a pyramid, but not so distinct. I had the feeling I did not live there, but enjoyed playing there. There were other kids there too.

In a second dream, I was also a kid. I walked into a side door of a mansion and there was a huge room with men eating and drinking on long tables. There was a bar or kitchen on one end. The ceiling was low and it was not a formal dining area.

A year later, I happened to be in Providence Rhode Island on business. It was very cold, close to zero degrees, and I was ill prepared with my isotoner gloves. But none-the-less, I ventured out to check out the Great Mansions which were open to the public for tour, and was recommended by business associates. There were tons of mansions on my ‘mansion map’, but I only had time to visit like six of them, and some of them were closed due to the cold and snow. One mansion, I was the sole tourist, and the mansion guide was an older female in her forties who could not hide her lust for my tall dark male frame. (I was young and arrogant.) I could tell she was fantasizing about me as she led me into room after room, her tail becoming increasingly welcoming and actually calling out for attention. But when we got to the foyer, my distraction vanished as I gazed up to see the three square halls. Identical to that of my dreams. I stood there looking up in awe for what seemed like minutes, and debated whether to reveal my dream to the female in heat who by then was giving me a quizzical look. I choose to keep my mouth shut. When we approached the room on the third floor, I knew what it would look like and my heart raced as we entered another familiar room. The woman in heat reported it as a play room. Despite my gentlemanly appearance and our age differences, I still regret not ‘taking’ her in the laundry room.

Another mansion reinforced my wizardly experience. The guide led me into a side door of a mansion where there were at least 30 children seated on the floor around another guide in what appeared to be a field trip. The room was identical to my dream, and still full of life. Other rooms in this mansion were familiar to me from my dreams as well, and a square piano which I so wanted to play in my dreams but did not. (like I was not allowed to play it.) And I had the same strong urge to play it in my present life, but with the guide at my side and the plastic cover over the keys, I was again denied.

The bottom line, is that I ‘saw’ both the past AND future in a present dream. I have powers. Wizardly powers. And I’ve exploited them a bit over the years. At the race track I won $1,800 on a ‘vision’ or a 7/4 exacta long shot. I strolled the Casino floor and it paid off. I locked onto one slot machine that according to my ‘vision’ would hit a jackpot on the very next spin. I put in two quarters and was $500 richer. The same jackpot I envisioned. But I still fail at trusting my powers. I passed up putting $100 down on the two double zero’s on a roulette table—Twice in minutes. I left in frustration for not trusting my visions.

So one day, I parked my car and closed my eyes. And I prayed to God that, “if these visions are real, then when I open my eyes, let there pass before me, a person in red.” The exact moment I opened my eyes, and between some low hedges, and across the street, a girl with a bright red jacked peddled her bike right in the middle of the space where I was looking! I was astonished! It WAS real. So I said, “God, if this is all real, then let there be a million dollars beneath my seat.” I looked and found nothing. So I said to myself, “well maybe it does not always work eh?” and was satisfied. A couple of days later, I realized I was parked above an underground garage. And I may not have been specific enough. I bet there was a car parked below me and my seat that contained a million dollars for my taking…

So last month I was watching the lotto balls come down the tube on TV. After the first two I decided to try a ‘vision’. The third and forth was a no go. But I got the last two and the balls positioned the numbers in the EXACT angles I had envisioned. So I need a way to envision ALL the balls well before they are dropped to give me time to buy the ticket. But it’s hard work. It’s hard to concentrate on six balls, I can only do one or two at a time.

So even with wizardly powers, I remain a failure. (that is I have to work for a living.) What a waste. I’m probably the only Wizard out there who is a loser…

13 comments:

blah said...

I have the same problem Vince....so far I've only been able to handle two balls at a time too.......DOH!! :-0

ME said...

I too have had visions, mostly in dreams, but all mine involve fire. I have not yet found how to use them either. Ok, so this is because AZ took my comment..sigh...true story though.

blah said...

kk vince...i posted your request this week....

Vince said...

az--Ah, you have successfully extracted the hidden subliminal message. Most things contain something more than meets the eye.

me--Funny how one can 'see' in dreams, without using actual eyes...Dreaming of fire may mean your life is on the right track, and a passion for something in life is burning strong within you.

az and me--eyes and lips eh? I wonder why those two things have to be moist all the time?

Erin O'Brien said...

I've had visions alright, baby.

Visions of you and me, baby.

Vision of electric eels and men in capes tumbling down to the earth.

Visons of m&m colored VW bugs floating in the ocean.

This is the light and the truth. This is the sound of falling water.

Jozee said...

I'm a loser baby...

Vince said...

erin--you gave me my first cam party experience. But I did not see it coming (no visions.)

And worse, I made a fool of myself by perhaps showing interest in another woman at the party when you were undeniably the star of the night and deserved all focus.

I feel unworthy to be in your visions and partisan to your creative dialog. I am clearly out of social practice and etiquette. Only a miracle would leave you with no memory of that night, and reinforce a human bond and soulful dreams of swimming with eels. A miracle I shall pray for.

Vince said...

Jozee? Josie whales? Shoot, I think you're the other woman I just spoke of in a reply to Erin. Awkward.

Aren't you up a little late? I don't know what to say, other then I'm sure I will become an instant fan of your blog. Loser's are cool, uh babe.

~d said...

losers do not eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches while chicks talk dicks. You rock, Vince!

Jozee said...

No worries honey. It was all virtual.

Vince said...

~d -- Thanks for the encouragement. But when you tell an old guy he rocks, then he does a mental check to ensure he's not wavering from lack of oxygen to his brain. He's better prepared to handle phrases like, "you're swell," or "you're groovy."

Jozee -- Okay, no worries cool. But there is nothing virtual about it. You are a sparkling Gem. With a smile that lights up all the space around you. Hell, I could spot you at a Grateful Dead concert with my eyes closed!

Erin O'Brien said...

I love this.

Keep talking you too.

I love this!

And Vince, you are so smooth, I could pour you over ice cream. You managed to beautifully compliment both me and J.

Nice work.

Can I be Matron of Honor?

Vince said...

erin and Josie. Josie and erin. You two have virtually pulled me into the little girls room and given me 'cooties'. The 2nd grade all over again. And erin being the ring leader-ess. Bad girl!