She then went on a long winded talk of the 7 senses, and asked if I was aware of them all? The ones I knew were: sight, taste, touch, hearing, smell--Intuition and sense of body position? These were possibly the other 2 I wasn't familiar with, they seemed less quantifiable. However she continued on without allowing pause for interruption. "Have you ever experienced an intuitive flash about a person or situation that you acted on, or did you dismiss it because you felt it wasn't tied to reality? It likely came to your lost seven senses, which are hidden beyond the familiar five." "Yes, I mean sure, I cant think of any off the top of my inebriated head, but I grasp what you are saying". Attempting to get away from a deep philosophical discussion and return back to reality, I reiterated: "why did you stop me?" Her crooked smile returned "Because of your energy, you're a genius, I can tell" perplexed I replied "how so? surely there are grad students and scholars you could have stopped along this way, I am neither of those, Mike Leach our head football coach is an enigma, he is off his rocker crazy, yet may could call him a mastermind" She shook her head in reply "No, you understand people, you are beautiful, you have a beautiful mind" Trying to get away from the awkward topic of myself and more onto something self-effacing I replied "what do you know about religion? Is Jesus real?" She said yes, of course, but look where that got him, it got him killed, trust your senses, trust what you want to be real and create it to be so" "that sounds like some unitarian self seeking religion, I think you are lying to me" She seemed offended by my response, a flicker in her eyes sent a chill up my spine that still resonates with me today. Undaunted I pressed on with the interrogation, "tell me about yourself, this is a college town with apartments ,why would you choose to reside here of all places?" She then proceeded to tell me a great deal of things, many of them did not make sense and on several instances I had to pinch myself or do a quick re-collective check on the nights proceedings to see if I was forgetting I took some hallucinogenic drug or snorted some hash. Nope, just buzzed I reassured myself. She explained to me that she was orphaned as a small child in the 30's and left to die on the streets. She was horribly abused and sexually manipulated in many sadistic ways and buried alive at the tinder age of 13, she somehow survived this event by a miraculous circumstances and was now hiding in this small town of pullman in order to avoid an intensive search of her whereabouts, apparently she had helped the US Government locate Saddam Hussein she described to me once again her many special gifts of mind reading and telepathy and proceeded to give me an unsolicated palm reading which ended in her sly smile, saying her original predictions would be correct."You will be famous someday" Famous? I thought this is ridiculous, this lady is strung out on meth, she cant be serious. Seemingly noticing the confusion written all over my face, she looked at me and replied "I'm not real you know" Of course this did nothing to soothe my angst. Questions were lingering now: How did she know I enjoyed writing, and wanted to be an author? What made her think she wasn't real?" At this point I reached out and physically touched her to make sure she wasn't a figment of my imagination and I was fallen victim to severe schizophrenia, the arm I touched was solid. "Do you eat?" I replied, she smiled widely at this seemingly preposterous suggestion, "of course" she said. This was was a rather abrupt response lacking in continuity or smoothness I thought. I now inquired "In all my travels in life, have you seen me before?" She nodded, and put up 5 fingers "five times?" startled by this I replied "when was the first? ""When you were 5" she said Her descriptions of this shocked me. Are you one of the 'watchers'? the disembodied spirits of the past age" She shook her head "I am not of those that watch people,I merely travel the earth and witness many strange undertakings" To this I replied "From everything you have gathered is the end of the age soon, is the final chapter of this world drawing to a close soon?" "Yes", she replied, then recounted the many strange occurrences that have led her to believe so.
After a good hour or discussion with this strange lady, I thought it best to be moving on, I was sobering up now and realizing it was probably time to get moving, this time, back down the path. Before leaving she grabbed my hand, a little too firmly I thought, and said, please do me a favor, looking into my eyes now "write" write about many things, short stories of your experiences, confusion with religion, anything of that sort" I glanced up at her once more, she was speaking like a normal person now, I replied "Is this what you believe will make me famous one day?" She nodded and smiled "Yes. "I will" I said, now turning and headed back down the sidewalk,without so much as a backwards glance as I made my descent. I was feeling her very eyes peering through my back like a laser and into my very soul. Now jettisoning my viewpoint idea where my original destination lay, I forwent the bars and heading straight back to the house, my many overflowing thoughts now rambling in no particular order. It all seemed like an odd and completely obscure dream later, yet I knew it was real, to some close friends and roommates I relayed the strange events of this timely encounter, but not a great deal lest they think I was outside my mind. But I know I wasn't.
Until next time, sayonara my friends:)