strange days

In the last few months, my writiing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.

I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.

I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstiition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELOOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down intot the lake.

It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.

In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native american heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///

I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.