Case of the Cryptic Thong

Things disappear on me all the time. Sometimes they reappear. But probably the strangest thing – or should I say, thong – that happened to me was the day when one of my nightshirts disappeared. I had bought a pink one and a blue one, but the blue one disappeared. Then one day two blue ones appeared and the pink one disappeared. 

That was the day I realized I had poltergeists living with me. I wrote about the experience once on Associated Content and it remained there during the days of Yahoo Voices, but like all of my content on that site, it too disappeared (not really – I have it in a file waiting to be published around Halloween – but I’m trying to build suspense in this blog, so please forgive me).

Anyway, one day I had one pink and two blue nightshirts. I’ll tell you about it around Halloween, if I remember to post it. Today, I would like to focus on THE THONG, not THE THING, a movie that really frightened me, but THE THONG.

The thing about the thong is this: While I was packing (an ongoing positive affirmation exercise to assure me that my house really will sell), I came across a thong. No big deal, right? Well, yes, and no. I don’t wear thongs. And I certainly don’t wear XL thongs. This one was plain white and it still had the original tags on it. When I changed the bedding in my guest room, I found it in the sheets – a brand new white thong!

How did it get there? I called everyone who ever slept in that room. It belonged to nobody. Perhaps I should have called the people who lived here seven years before I did. Maybe the thong dematerialized and then rematerialized in the ether that so obviously fills my head.

Whatever. I’m so used to things disappearing, reappearing, and just – POOF! – appearing that I have decided not to think much about it anymore. MaybeI’ll sell it on eBay. Should get a good price, don’t you think – since it just materialize out of thin air?

And finally, a note to Poltergeist, in case he or she is listening – in the future I would prefer money to thongs, please.

I apologize for the blurriness of the photo, by the way.

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Why Does the Tarot Scare People?

I see mystical signs along the highway sometimes – hands holding crystal balls with backdrops of the sun, the moon, and the stars. The signs let passersby know that inside the establishment behind the signs sits an entity ready to pull out Tarot cards, meditate upon a crystal ball, read tea leaves, or utilize any number of prophetic devices, and tell you your future.

The intrigue is enough to draw your attention, but do you really believe that cards hold the answers for you? Some people do. And I say, why not? If everything holds energy, what's to say that if you ask the Universe or God for answers to questions that have been plaguing you, and you want answers revealed to you through dreams or through the Tarot, why wouldn't you get an answer? And if the answer you receive helps you, what is the problem?

I wrote, Learning the Mysteries of the Tarot, because I wanted to explain the mysterious aspect of Tarot. One person, who was apparently disturbed by the fact that I didn't mention every single facet of Tarot, wrote – in three different comments (well, they appear to have been written by the same person) – how upsetting it was that I didn't enlighten readers with the fact that Tarot began as a card game. The intended reason for writing the article was to discuss the mysterious aspect of the Tarot, as indicated in the title.

So if you click the link to Learning the Mysteries of the Tarot, you will be brought to an article that discusses the mysterious aspect of the Tarot and not the history of Tarot. I realize I'm coming off sounding ultra-sarcastic, but I never thought I would have to explain a title as much as I've had to explain this one.