Production errors removed an entire section from Episode 01, concerning “On The Track of Unknown Animals” written by Bernard Heuvelmans, and all information concerning Ivan T. Sanderson. So here it is.
I had, not an adventure, but a ways of it yesterday. I got up early, at least considering my recent sleep habits, and went – a go-getter a friend’s mother would call me. But it’s more of a, nervous tick, a reaction to being awake again and reality having set in. But today, there was a reason, and someone on some high somewhere, placed this lovely calligrafied sticker in my path.
Today I had my projects on my mind and was on the lookout for something along my everyday life that screamed to me otherworldy, but I hadn’t expected to be entranced by some rando charm and left alone in the sterile room I had to snap a shot, . I did hesitate: should I take the picture? no. but it’s pretty. should i ask? he’s not here. whatever. *snap, snap* and the deed was done. I actually took two pictures but the first one was lopsided.
But then I left, and went to work. And while I was at work, a lull in the phone calls, had me flicking through my photos and lo’ and behold i spy that “Everyday was A Gift.” Did I forget to mention that I managed to take a well-needed, hard earned trip home before I stumbled upon mi Mensaje del Día.
I saw my mommy, and I saw a friend, now taking up residence in my room at my parents house. But it was momentary since I was in a hurry, I grabbed a few materials for my various Superparanatural Productions projects, and I couldn’t stay, but seeing my mother is always cathartic for me and for her. And my nervous day became a calming one.
I’ve never really been over-religious, my mother being raised Catholic if memory serves and I don’t ever recall my father speaking of his upbringing’s Christian denomination, so I couldn’t muse, but I wasn’t brought up in a church. My family did impart to me a belief in God, which I hesitate to use except as a metaphor for something I can’t so easily define.
God is Real. I have no doubt in my mind. But that’s not to say that there aren’t Gods, and Goddesses, and Deities of some sort, for someone, for someones. I’m not very religious, I didn’t have an exact concept of God cemented in Imagination, but my parents did convey to me that everything happens according to some plan, they use “God’s Plan,” which isn’t wrong – I use some unnamed plan with hints and quirks moving me along.
Yesterday, I got told that Everyday Is A Gift. And it was, is, so true.
Hallelujah, Feliz Navidad, Hare Krishna.