The Baler of Destiny

Thursday. September 20th. 1:45 pm.
I was having a conversation with my brother about a recent dream I had.  I had work at 2, and left the house at 1:50.  While on the way to start my shift, I remembered another portion of the previous evening's dream. I dreamt of the baler at work. The big ol' green bastard that molds loose cardboard in to a neatly packed cube.  In the dream, a co worker had told me that the baler was broken. I didn't really react. I figured, I dreamt this scenario because Thursday is the day that I make a bale. I thought to myself, that would be neat if my subconscious was laying out bread crumbs. Maybe I would go to work and find a 20 dollar bill next to the baler.

So I get to work, I go to the baler and look for anything different or strange. Part of me thought I might find an owl or something equally significant. On the front of the machine, there are ridges.  Ridges big enough to hold random items. Usually these items are damaged products or just loose tools. Hammers, screwdrivers, etc. Today, I noticed an orange toy, a hairspray bottle, packaging to a toy car, some gloves, and a pair of scissors. Nothing too odd. I go about my business and make the bale. When I'm done, I close the door (hatch?). Something falls off the ridge and on to the ground. It's the orange toy.

Which by further inspection, seems to be a cement mixer? I examine it closely. On the bottom, it says Made in China. But there's something else on the vibrant orange plastic.


7333, with the 7 kind of hiding behind the wheel. This is where my heart started beating fast. My chest was pumping, I was so freaked out. That is just TOO fucking weird, right? What are the Gods (BSG anyone?) Damn odds?







Immediately, this situation reminded me of the choosing process from 'Seven Years in Tibet'. The scene where they are trying to find the new Dalai Lama by exposing children to certain objects to see if they "make the right choice". A similar scene occurs in the 4th season episode of 'LOST', "Cabin Fever". Too weird man....too fucking weird.

-Dom

Ask and ye shall receive

"So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you."

I never really thought about the story behind the bible verse/phrase that a lot of people have heard through out their lives. So here's a theory...
While keeping up with the works of specific synchronicity observers (notably Christopher C. Myers, Alan Abbadessa-Green, Andras Jones, Jake Kotze) I have noticed that a lot of it has to do with following the signs. If you follow the signs, you will find your destiny. Which reminds me of the awesome quote from 'Jeff, Who Lives at Home':

"Everyone and everything is interconnected in this universe. Stay pure of heart and you will see the signs. Follow the signs, and you will uncover your destiny."
-Jeff

I have already taken note that synchronicity seem to occur a lot more often when I am in a happy and positive mood. Luckily, I've had some great moods lately, so the syncs have been flowing like the salmon of Capistrano. 
Recently, I needed a little extra cash. I've never been very good with finances.  I decided to sell my video camera. It's outdated and I already told myself I wouldn't film with it again.  So I post it on craigslist. 3 weeks. No hits. One guy shows some interest but he doesn't make an offer.  So on Saturday, September 8, I'm sitting at the computer, thinking of how I need some cash. That's when I get a call. It's the interested buyer. He says he'll buy it, so I meet up with him. I get the 50 bucks I asked for the camera and was stoked to have some spending dough. That's when it happens. The man tells me:

"I work for a television station."

ME: "Oh cool, which one?"

"Telemundo 33"


Of course a 33 came up. That's when I thought about following the signs. 33 being an indication that you're on the right path, made total sense at this moment. I was ecstatic by the synchrotastic awesomeness. Fast forward to that evening. I had thought that morning how I needed to get some more of my favorite lotion. As far as I knew, I could only get it in the bay area, specifically through my aunt. Well, I see said Aunt on Saturday evening and she has a present for me. I go to her daughter's hotel room to get it. She's in Room 233. And the gift is the exact brand of lotion I needed. I never once told anyone that I needed a refill.



Ask.....and ye shall receive.

-Dom

The Shadow Man Cometh

I'll be the first one to admit that I'm a scaredy-cat. It's never taken much to startle me. Walk around the corner at the right moment and you'll most likely jolt me. I've always been afraid of things. Even to this day, I battle with a moderate fear of the dark. This all started about 2 months ago that one night when I was on mushrooms, I walked out the front door and saw a figure on the sidewalk. All black. It didn't even look like this "person" was wearing clothes necessarily. It looked like the cut out of a human, but with no dimensions. He was all black. Like a walking abyss of nothingness. Basically, this figure acted like he noticed me standing there. It's head turned at me abruptly and then quickly started shuffling its feet and began running toward me. To say the least, I freaked the fuck out and slammed the door shut. Breathing heavy and being scared as shit, I panicked and tried locking the door as quickly as possible. I was actually in such a state of fear, that I really couldn't get the lock to turn over. I stood there, with my hands on the door, holding it shut, breathing hard, my heart pumping rapidly, just hoping this being/figure/man/meth head, whatever it was, didn't try and get in the house. After about 15 seconds, I realized no one was there. I opened the door and saw no one. Not even someone walking down the street. Hands down, one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. The whole situation reminded me of a nightmare. In my dreams, I've always escaped scary situations by curling up in to a ball, which to this day, still wakes me up. A defense mechanism I suppose. But this wasn't a dream. This was reality. This was something occurring in front of my waking eyes.

By the by, I refer to this being as The Shadow Man. It makes the most sense to me. "Shadow Man" also conjures memories of Mega Man. Who fought a master robot with the same name. It just so happens that this character appears in Mega Man 3. Which also was my favorite of the Mega Man series. If that wasn't enough, before I began writing this article, I looked up Shadow Man's level on MM3, on youtube. The video for it is 3:30 minutes long.

So now,  let's talk about Monday, August 20th 2012. Around 6 am, I was dreaming. I was sleeping over at a friend's house, in his brother's room, since he was out and about at the time. Basically, the part of the dream I remembered is when I was standing on grass, looking at a street, with houses behind it. I assumed I was just in a front yard. In front of me, I see someone riding a bicycle. It's the Shadow Man! I shit you not. All black. No clothes. He turned to me, quickly, jumped off the bike and started sprinting toward me. He got so close that I saw him 2 inches away from my face. I was terrified and did what I do best, and curled up in to a ball. I jolted back in to reality. Breathing hard, sweating, thanking the Gods that I got to wake up.

The next day, I told the owner of the room about it. He said, non nonchalantly, "Oh, so you saw the shadow man, huh?" I was confused. I hadn't told him about my past experiences with this shadow being. He explains to me that his room has some weird shit going on in it.  He constantly has strange dreams and even sees shadow beings in his mirror sometimes. Pretty fucking bizarre if you ask me. Even though it was a terrifying dream, the possibility of a room with an invisible power like that intrigued me. I decided to sleep in the room again the next night so I could potentially call upon the shadow man in order to extinguish my fears and confront the demon, so to speak. The second night didn't attract the shadow man, but I did still dream. In fact, I became somewhat lucid in said dream.  Which in itself was rewarding seeing as how I've been attempting to harness the power of lucidity for about 2 decades. Very detailed and very auditory. I heard voices and sounds and I usually don't recall sounds in dreams.

So why is this happening? What is the potential cause of this flux of weird energy? It can't all be in my head, right? Others see shadow men too. Not just my friend.  After this dream, I simply googled, "Shadow Man". The wikipedia page being the first site. The way that people describe their encounters with these beings, is almost word for word how I felt. So no, this is not just in my head. This is not a coincidence.  My main theory is that this figure is either a manifestation of internal fear OR an inter dimensional being that preys on fear.  Whenever this Shadow Man turns and looks at me, it feels like I might be somewhere I'm not supposed to be and this being knows it. Running after me may simply be to chase me out of "his or her" world. I also think that maybe in whatever dimension this figure resides in, perhaps, I appear to him as a shadow man. It's all very intriguing. Only time will tell, but I feel like I haven't seen the last of the Shadow Man.

-Dom

Chewing Tobbacky

Last night I had a dream about my home town of Ripon, California.  It's a common theme in my dreams. Spending 23 years in one town will do that to you I guess.  The first part of my dream, or at least the first part I remembered, took place in a liquor store. Nothing too unusual since I frequently go to liquor stores.  In the dream, I was buying items that I would have normally bought in my waking life.  Except for one thing. Chewing Tobacco.  The skoal kind in the round plastic tin. Let me just say, I don't smoke cigarettes and I have never even tried chewing tobacco. I honestly find it to be very disgusting and would never want it anywhere near my teeth or gums.  The dream continued and I eventually woke up and wrote down the events in a notebook, like I normally do.  The next morning, I go to work and have a very routine day. In the afternoon, I'm walking down the aisle and I see an object on the ground.  I reach down to pick it up and see that it's an empty tin of Skoal Chewing Tobacco.  Very strange.  I have never came across old tins of chewing tobacco in my every day life, yet alone at Big Lots.  Which by the way, does not sell tobacco products.  What an odd 11/11/11.

-Dom