My sister told me this morning that she thinks I’m a prophet. We talked for 2 1/2 hours this morning. Unusual.

Neither of us slept very well. Had a free Starbucks drink for my birthday. She thinks I don't have a mental illness but a gift of prophesy. I sometimes know what someone is going to tell me before they tell me. And I knew my aunt was pregnant before she or her husband did. I also saw those three huge angels at church several years ago now outside behind the wrought iron gate to the garden that the choir was singing a call-and-response to while the priest was spreading incense around on the hole he’d just dug. The angels were very large standing behind the gate. They were neither male nor female- genderless. I was sort of afraid but everybody else kept singing but I had stopped. I told one of the tenors about my experience after on the steps up to the choir loft and he was predictably incredulous and doubtful. He didn’t know what to think! Also, I have voices even while on antipsychotics. I have been told by a therapist and now my sister to talk back! She said she’s had similar experiences over the years. Not long after our dad died, she saw him standing a short distance away but he was young again. After she told me this, I thought he might appear to me, too, but nope. I must admit I was kind of disappointed.

There are many more stories I could tell. It’s noon and I haven’t eaten since 4 a.m. Maybe I should just go home. For my birthday, I asked for $ toward a helix piercing- a single price of jewelry in the flat part of the cartilage of the upper ear. I have an industrial in my left ear which I got almost exactly a year ago so it’s well-healed. The helix is going in my right ear. I need my doctor to fill out a form for the piercing studio stating that I’m on blood thinners and it’s ok to get pierced. Good thing I’m seeing her Monday as my appointment is Tuesday.

Ok. One more story. In 1996 I was working in the underwriting department of a mortgage company. I was a temp and all I did was make sure the mortgage rates were right. The room was filled with cubicles surrounded by windows and a walk way between the cubicles and windows. One day, I was on my 15-minute break and tired so I put my head down on the desk. I fell asleep! Next thing I know, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder. I looked up and nobody was there! The “hallway” was empty all the way down in both directions! It had been exactly 15 minutes!