Not breaking my leg
I'm very much a non believer. I don't believe in magic, ghosts, the tooth fairy, omnipotent men on clouds making pronouncements about sin (I mean, really, if I was that powerful I'd be having too much fun to care about the insignificant acts of short lived humans)

But I have had experiences I cannot explain. This is one of them.

A few years back, when things in ancrenne-land were all a bit lala, I acquired a female friend. She too was a bit lala, and we propped each other up through trying times. Our friendship was intense, loaded, jealously guarded and probably very unhealthy for us both. Nevertheless, we stumbled on for a while.

At the time, I had an interest in wicca, tarot and stuff like that. So did she. I think I was seeking answers to big questions and while I had dismissed mainstream religion out of hand as being poppycock, there was something more appealing about wicca. For a while anyway.*

Weird stuff starting happening to us both. We started feeling each other's moods. I can't tell you how wrong that feels to write, but it's true. Then we'd know if the other was ill, or sad, or in pain. We found it funny at first and then a bit spooky..

The pinnacle of teh spooky was when I was at a training course in a nearby hotel. It was a big converted old house, not a concrete box of a hotel. Curvy staircases, picture windows, grand and imposing.

Coming down for lunch one day, I was chatting to my colleagues when I found myself hurtling down the stairs, about ten of them, from the first floor to a sort of landing half way down where the stairs changed direction. I landed, my left leg bent awkwardly, but painlessly, underneath me, utterly unscathed. Not a bump or bruise, and I'd not even touched my hand to the floor to stop myself, as one does instinctively. Writing this now, I can remember the feeling I had...it was a weirdly calm sort of, 'Oh, I wonder why that happened' feeling rather than a, 'Fucking hell that was lucky, now will my heart calm down' feeling'. Really peculiar.

I could see no reason to have fallen, and my colleagues agreed. I hadn't tripped, slipped, stumbled. So I picked myself up, and carried on down the stairs.

My phone rang.

My friend had just fallen down her stairs, landed really badly on her left leg, and needed to get to hospital.

For various reasons, our friendship fizzled out. I'm not sorry. But that experience was one of the strangest things I've known. I'm not sure I'd want that closeness with anyone again, though.

*til I realised it's just another religion, and therefore Not My Thing at all
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 15:02, closed)

That
Is a little odd.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 19:38, closed)

It is that Cap'n
very bloody weird in fact.
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 20:13, closed)

Teh spooky indeed
Lets hope you don't form a symbiotic link with Kaol. ;)
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 problems, but the bitch ain't one, on, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 21:06, closed)

Haha!
*concentrates hard*

Nah, not happening.
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 22:27, closed)

No of course it isn't
*drops knife*

*hides hooker*
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 23:55, closed)

Dammit!
I wondered where I'd left that...
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 0:42, closed)

You can have the hooker back.
I'm keeping the knife.
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:13, closed)

But hookers are
Single-use.
A knife is forever :(
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:21, closed)

*hides knives*
They're gone now.

So ner. It's the hooker or nothing.
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:32, closed)

Fine...
If you're happy for me to go off with hookers, then so be it.
Without a knife I'll have to fuck 'em to death.
*frowns*
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:39, closed)

I was rather under the impression
That you had a number of knives/pointy things at your disposal. Surely you've a spare?
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:52, closed)

You drove me to this...
*bites hole in hookers neck*

*unzips jeans*
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:55, closed)

Oh dear
It doesn't take much to send you back to their icy charms...
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 2:04, closed)

You took my knife!
That's like spitting on a newborn baby, setting fire to somebodies house and knee-capping them, all at the same time.
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 2:16, closed)

That *does* sound like it would be a bad day
Hmmm... You'll have to come and get it then...
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 2:21, closed)

*grins*
[This conversation continued in private]
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 2:32, closed)