Psychic Message: Is The Universe Speaking To Me?
Today I thought maybe at long last you might like to hear what my voice sounds like. So I was going to record a psychic article for you.
I got my microphone set up and was ready to go when… a man came to my door and announced that they were cutting off my water for at least 2 hours. Then this big digger pulled up in my front yard and started to excavate. With a hole that big, I figure he should have at least found some pots or something from a previous civilization.
The noise was deafening. The dirt piled up higher then me. Okay so I am only 5 foot tall if I stand up real straight, so what.
The noise of the digger was so loud, I couldn’t record anything. When the neighborhood was flooded by torrential water, they finally finished digging.
Now I could record. Yeah me! Then there was this horrible scraping sound as the digger scraped up all the dirt and, and it sounded like half the concrete in the street with it. I stared at my microphone and waited for silence.
The digger left. My ordeal was over. Come on, microphone let’s record!
But… at the moment the water finally came back on. And there was more commotion, the pipes in the ceiling over my head were growling, the kitchen sink was hissing, the bathroom was girgling. I stared at my microphone … and waited.
I listened. Finally the house was silent.
I looked at my microphone with excitement. “Now, I am ready to record,” I thought. Then I heard this hissing sound. The workmen were power washing the street in the entire neighborhood. This could take hours of loud hissing.
Two hours later, the microphone was still silent.
I breathed a sigh of relief when it got to be 5:00 p.m. and all the workers went home.
I pressed the record button on my recording software and then I heard this loud noise. My neighbor had hired a tree company to cut down hundred-year- old huge pine trees in the yard next door. I figured it would take hours to cut the da…m, oops, I mean darn trees down.
It is almost dark and my microphone is staring at me. I feel it on the back of my head as I type here. The microphone seems dark and forboding and angry. How am I going to explain that I may not be recording until tomorrow.
… Or is the universe sending me a message. It sure seems so. With the diggers, the backhoe, the workers, the power pressure, the scapping , the pipes growling, the kitchen sink hissing, the bathroom girgling and the hundred year old trees being cut down with the biggest saw I have ever seen, I am beginning to think that maybe I was not meant to do any recordings.
And yet… well… if the universe cooperates… and my microphone is not still sulking… then maybe tomorrow I will record.
This will be my first recording ever… ever. Or if the universe doesn’t shut up, maybe never… never!
Written by Sandra ColleRain Copyright ©2009
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