This morning I had a dream, what was more than a dream, it was a "sense," more than, a "feeling." It was an image of a gray acorn, the roundness, the eye-like pupil up close and the central focus of everything around it; I do not even remember what else was around or near it. The color and texture were identical to wood on the side of a barn, where the paint has long worn off, where the rain and sun had bleached out the paint, the freshness was gone. The wood looked older, drier, and worn, like the acorn. The wood was splintering and gray as if the grains of wood were peeling away.
But this was not merely an image, it was a "taste." It was a "feel." It was a"texture" in my mind. I felt it it. It was part of me. Only for an instant, maybe one second. Another time that I had an "identical impression" was when I predicted the winner of the 2009 Kentucky Derby, Mine That Bird seven hours before the race. (see this blog May 2, 2009). I remember my dream "feeling" of Mine That Bird was of a charred bird. I tasted the bird, like I tasted this acorn.
I have no idea what this "acorn" structure means or will mean. Maybe, nothing. I only wanted to record here. I have learned to pay attention to these images, senses when they come.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Strange Light & Sound: Ghost at Panera?
Yesterday, August 16, 2009, Judy, Sebastian and I went to brunch with Paul Boyle, David Boyle and Hyunwook Shawn Kang at Panera Bread on Wilshire Blvd. and Fifth Street in Santa Monica, CA. While sitting there having a conversation around noon, there was a sudden loud strange noise and light that lasted about a second. Everybody heard the noise (even though to me it seem louder because it did not "bother" or "intrude" on the others as it did me) because I brought it up.
The noise was a loud high-pitched screech, a cross between someone scratching their fingernails across a chalkboard and a high-pitched squeal of a small animal or, even more accurately, the squealing sound a small rocket makes sometimes when lighting fireworks in the backyard during July 4th and the fire escapes the bottom of the rocket in a loud squeal as the rocket veers off path in a wrong direction.
At the exact moment the screech happened, a light six inches below the ceiling shot across the restaurant (about 25 feet) from the center of the room out the window on 5th Street. Nobody saw the light because I immediately asked. Not one person saw it, yet the fast moving light gave off a distinct glow. In fact, nobody seemed concerned about the sound , which I thought was extremely loud!
The light was exactly like reflected light off a large mirror (which reflects sunlight on a wall) that passes across a surface, except this light was not only very bright, but its form (elliptical of about 2 feet in length) was raised out from the surface of the ceiling about 4-6 inches. It was so bright that it gave off a glow and lit up the room like a flash from a camera, only it was only about 30% the strength of a normal flash.
I was instantly startled by this sound & light. I was as alarmed that nobody else seemed to pay it any significant attention because to me the sound was so loud and sudden, and the light (which nobody saw) was so bright, unusual at 12 noon in a room with huge surrounding plate glass windows. We were sitting at a long table (Paul, Judy and I had our backs right next to the window) right next to the windows, where light was pouring into the room. When I pressed everyone about the sound, there was disagreement. One person said it was a baby (except there was not one baby in the room anywhere), and another person said it was the latte' machine. They quickly dismissed the "sound" becaue it was just a sound, and I suppose we are surrounded by sounds. Nobody else seemed to know, and everyone went about ordering their brunch.
I cannot get the incident out of my mind. It was so clear. I am sure that it was a spirit presence, a ghost, of some kind. It was my first experience seeing such an entity.
The noise was a loud high-pitched screech, a cross between someone scratching their fingernails across a chalkboard and a high-pitched squeal of a small animal or, even more accurately, the squealing sound a small rocket makes sometimes when lighting fireworks in the backyard during July 4th and the fire escapes the bottom of the rocket in a loud squeal as the rocket veers off path in a wrong direction.
At the exact moment the screech happened, a light six inches below the ceiling shot across the restaurant (about 25 feet) from the center of the room out the window on 5th Street. Nobody saw the light because I immediately asked. Not one person saw it, yet the fast moving light gave off a distinct glow. In fact, nobody seemed concerned about the sound , which I thought was extremely loud!
The light was exactly like reflected light off a large mirror (which reflects sunlight on a wall) that passes across a surface, except this light was not only very bright, but its form (elliptical of about 2 feet in length) was raised out from the surface of the ceiling about 4-6 inches. It was so bright that it gave off a glow and lit up the room like a flash from a camera, only it was only about 30% the strength of a normal flash.
I was instantly startled by this sound & light. I was as alarmed that nobody else seemed to pay it any significant attention because to me the sound was so loud and sudden, and the light (which nobody saw) was so bright, unusual at 12 noon in a room with huge surrounding plate glass windows. We were sitting at a long table (Paul, Judy and I had our backs right next to the window) right next to the windows, where light was pouring into the room. When I pressed everyone about the sound, there was disagreement. One person said it was a baby (except there was not one baby in the room anywhere), and another person said it was the latte' machine. They quickly dismissed the "sound" becaue it was just a sound, and I suppose we are surrounded by sounds. Nobody else seemed to know, and everyone went about ordering their brunch.
I cannot get the incident out of my mind. It was so clear. I am sure that it was a spirit presence, a ghost, of some kind. It was my first experience seeing such an entity.
Friday, August 14, 2009
My Good Wristwatch Stopped at 10:27 a.m. August 14, 2009 PDT
My Swiss Army wristwatch stopped today at 10:27 a.m. for no reason. Seven minutes before at 10:20 a.m., I had just finished a powerful screenplay called "SIXTY-THREE" that is about baseball, miracles, myth and mysticism. It goes to my agent Joel Gotler next Monday. As the screenplay was printing, I noticed two spacing and wording mistakes, one of page 133 and one on page 140, the the very last page, which is a powerful white letters over black screen epilogue to the story that concerns the main character Jon Winters and a team. I made those changes at 10:24 (my Final Draft program indicated) at 10:24 a.m.
When I went to get dressed to go to physical therapy for my knee, I reached for my watch and noticed that the time on it has stopped at 10:27 a.m. I knew that I was running late, so how could it be 10:27 a.m.? I was taken aback by this 17 minute discrepancy (I checked the time on my cell phone; it was 10:44 a.m.). It felt weird. It stopped me "in my tracks" so to speak. My watch had been cleaned, oiled, and given a new two year battery just seven months ago, and it has run flawlessly since I took it to the watchmaker. I pulled out the winder on my wristwatch and re-set it to the correct time, 10:44 a.m. Nothing was wrong. It runs perfectly. I sat down on the couch and sent a text to my wife Judy ("My watch stopped inexplicably at 10:27 a.m. R U okay?") asking her if she was okay? She called two minutes later whispering saying that she was alright. She was at a conference and there were presentations being given.
I do know from speaking with people and reading much that sometimes it happens that watches and clocks (personal items) stop when someone near you dies.
When I went to get dressed to go to physical therapy for my knee, I reached for my watch and noticed that the time on it has stopped at 10:27 a.m. I knew that I was running late, so how could it be 10:27 a.m.? I was taken aback by this 17 minute discrepancy (I checked the time on my cell phone; it was 10:44 a.m.). It felt weird. It stopped me "in my tracks" so to speak. My watch had been cleaned, oiled, and given a new two year battery just seven months ago, and it has run flawlessly since I took it to the watchmaker. I pulled out the winder on my wristwatch and re-set it to the correct time, 10:44 a.m. Nothing was wrong. It runs perfectly. I sat down on the couch and sent a text to my wife Judy ("My watch stopped inexplicably at 10:27 a.m. R U okay?") asking her if she was okay? She called two minutes later whispering saying that she was alright. She was at a conference and there were presentations being given.
I do know from speaking with people and reading much that sometimes it happens that watches and clocks (personal items) stop when someone near you dies.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Haskell. Monmouth Park. Oceanport, NJ
It is 12:30 pm PDT, my picks for the Haskell Invitational, Monmouth Park, Oceanport, NJ are: 1st: Atomic Rain, 2nd: Summer Bird, 3rd: Rachel Alexandra. Good luck, everyone!
My picks are based upon three intuitions: the colors of horses bridals, clothes in the photographs, the name of "Smart" on my T-shirt (from a Smart Technologies Tee-Shirt, blue shirt with white letters), "Smart" is the pedigree for four generations of Atomic Rain, "Smart Strike"(92b), "Classy n' Smart" (81b) "Smarten" (76 dk b/) and "Smartaire" (62 dk b/).See website: http://www.bloodhorse.com/horse-racing/race/USA/MTH/2009/8/2/13/haskell-invitational-s?dayEvening=D
Enjoy & Good Intuitions!
--John Weiskopf
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Haskell in Oceanport, NJ: Monmouth Race Track
Letter to My Friend Michael L:
I spent awhile this evening looking at the seven picks for the Haskell tomorrow. Leaning toward Papa Clem, Summer Bird, Atomic Rain, Rachel Alexandra. Strange reasons. Hopefully, will know more tomorrow before the race. Maybe, will listen to wisps of image, color, winds, feelings that flit thought my head.
Who knows?
Been wearing a blue shirt last two days, sky blue-turquoise blue T-shirt. Has the word Smart on the front in white. My wife Judy gave it to me from the NECC Conference in Washington D.C. from last month. Yesterday, I gravitated toward the shirt. Not interested in the shirt until yesterday. Sire of both Papa Clem and Atomic Rain is Smart Strike, dame of Smart Strike is "Classy n' Smart."
Pics of Summer Blue and Atomic Rain show same color. I liked Atomic Rain's photo with women in blue. A real good looking horse is Rachel Alexandra, pic color if red & yellow though.
Looked at info on Bloodhorse.com.
Not sure.
Will write tomorrow. Especially if I know more.
Your Buddy, John
I spent awhile this evening looking at the seven picks for the Haskell tomorrow. Leaning toward Papa Clem, Summer Bird, Atomic Rain, Rachel Alexandra. Strange reasons. Hopefully, will know more tomorrow before the race. Maybe, will listen to wisps of image, color, winds, feelings that flit thought my head.
Who knows?
Been wearing a blue shirt last two days, sky blue-turquoise blue T-shirt. Has the word Smart on the front in white. My wife Judy gave it to me from the NECC Conference in Washington D.C. from last month. Yesterday, I gravitated toward the shirt. Not interested in the shirt until yesterday. Sire of both Papa Clem and Atomic Rain is Smart Strike, dame of Smart Strike is "Classy n' Smart."
Pics of Summer Blue and Atomic Rain show same color. I liked Atomic Rain's photo with women in blue. A real good looking horse is Rachel Alexandra, pic color if red & yellow though.
Looked at info on Bloodhorse.com.
Not sure.
Will write tomorrow. Especially if I know more.
Your Buddy, John
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