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The Return of the Serpent
04/08/2015 11:40 pmStrange things are happening in Izzieland. There’s an eery sense of deja vu and the prospects of some very good days ahead if certain gut instincts turn out to be true.
Working in a charity shop is for a bookworm like Izzie a bit like an alcoholic working in a bottle shop. So many fascinating temptations and all at very low prices. So I can afford to indulge in the odd new age or self help book even if it turns out to be the same old stuff in different packaging. One such book is the intriguingly titled “The Best Year of Your Life” by Debbie Ford. There was the usual waffle about the power of intent and positive thinking along with the accurate observation that finding a purpose bigger than oneself is much more likely to fire up those dormant spark plugs.
For me there was one dominant thought. It would be fun to make an extra effort to make this a good year but it could never ever top the green goodness and the “exhilarating sense of infinite opportunity” that was Izzie's 2002. Now if I could tweek the Time Turner I could quite happily pick almost any day at random from back then to be Groundhog Day. But the past is gone and never to be repeated. Or so I thought until these last few days.
But it seemed a spooky sort of seed got sown. After a particularly miserable week I got to thinking that it might be a good idea to dust off another new age book gotten for a dollar in the same charity shop. (It's sort of like "The Secret" but minus all the fluffy silliness and with a dash of snarky common sense) In late November I had started doing the 9 experiments specially designed for sceptics and had intended to post the intriguing results but then got rather sidetracked with family dramas in December. But I do remember the very first day of deciding to do the whole thing properly and thinking that it’s time to get back on the broomstick that a little voice hissed in reply “What took you so long?”
So I started the adventure with the 9 experiments again on Saturday and the magic seems to be working. So far so good.
Things that have been missing for ages have suddenly turned up. The local university Open Day featured a collection of slithering scaly hissing creatures for the first time. I got some squishes and cuddles from a baby olive python and a woma and today I summoned the energy to tackle some very stubborn clutter that had been defying all attempts to deal with it for the last three months.
Some of the books to be sorted at the charity shop yesterday included a collection of tales from Edgar Allen Poe, “The Exorcist” and “Legion” and “From the Mountains of Madness” by HP Lovecraft. Never ever seen any of his stuff before in the book shop. There’s not much out there in the libraries either.
Was very good and resisted all these tasty morsels (as they are available either online or in libraries in larger granny friendly fonts) but considered them as good omens.
Who knows what strange and surreal adventures await on the crest of the green wave?
Working in a charity shop is for a bookworm like Izzie a bit like an alcoholic working in a bottle shop. So many fascinating temptations and all at very low prices. So I can afford to indulge in the odd new age or self help book even if it turns out to be the same old stuff in different packaging. One such book is the intriguingly titled “The Best Year of Your Life” by Debbie Ford. There was the usual waffle about the power of intent and positive thinking along with the accurate observation that finding a purpose bigger than oneself is much more likely to fire up those dormant spark plugs.
For me there was one dominant thought. It would be fun to make an extra effort to make this a good year but it could never ever top the green goodness and the “exhilarating sense of infinite opportunity” that was Izzie's 2002. Now if I could tweek the Time Turner I could quite happily pick almost any day at random from back then to be Groundhog Day. But the past is gone and never to be repeated. Or so I thought until these last few days.
But it seemed a spooky sort of seed got sown. After a particularly miserable week I got to thinking that it might be a good idea to dust off another new age book gotten for a dollar in the same charity shop. (It's sort of like "The Secret" but minus all the fluffy silliness and with a dash of snarky common sense) In late November I had started doing the 9 experiments specially designed for sceptics and had intended to post the intriguing results but then got rather sidetracked with family dramas in December. But I do remember the very first day of deciding to do the whole thing properly and thinking that it’s time to get back on the broomstick that a little voice hissed in reply “What took you so long?”
So I started the adventure with the 9 experiments again on Saturday and the magic seems to be working. So far so good.
Things that have been missing for ages have suddenly turned up. The local university Open Day featured a collection of slithering scaly hissing creatures for the first time. I got some squishes and cuddles from a baby olive python and a woma and today I summoned the energy to tackle some very stubborn clutter that had been defying all attempts to deal with it for the last three months.
Some of the books to be sorted at the charity shop yesterday included a collection of tales from Edgar Allen Poe, “The Exorcist” and “Legion” and “From the Mountains of Madness” by HP Lovecraft. Never ever seen any of his stuff before in the book shop. There’s not much out there in the libraries either.
Was very good and resisted all these tasty morsels (as they are available either online or in libraries in larger granny friendly fonts) but considered them as good omens.
Who knows what strange and surreal adventures await on the crest of the green wave?
