I'll Get You My Pretty....

So, exactly what was seen in the sky over Mexico in 2006, and again just recently?

If you believe the media and some eye-witness testimony, the answer is a human-like UFO... or quite possibly a witch.

Footage was aired on television in Mexico. People have come forward reporting a witch flying and taking off. Speculation is still abound. See the actual news report here (in Spanish):


So, is it real?

Apparently, NPR reported a man building jetpacks in Mexico around the same time and using his daughters as test pilots. But there is another possibility...

A balloon.

Judging by the movement alone, I'm leaning toward balloon.

Alas, Dorothy's Mexican counterpart is safe once more...

Just Another Manic Monday...

Yes, I know. It's Monday and I should have a 'Supernatural Spotlight' posted. This week, I might be skipping over that... I'm a bit behind on several things and trying to balance out this blog so I'll be foregoing the usual Monday post and catching up again next week.

I'll be adding a few news posts and such as well as an update as my hectic week goes on.

In the mean time, stay tuned...

Drink It and Go Straight to Heaven?

Want "clearer focus", "positive thinking", and "a connection to a higher power" every day?

Have a bottle of water. Spiritual Water.

CEO Elicko Taieb has launched the new brand of bottled holy water (filtered municipal water blessed by a priest) with Christian iconic images and prayers on them... for $2.00 per 16.9 ounce bottle.

"Church is on Sundays," said Taieb, "but people need something to help them through the week."

A client-turned-distributor said,"You drink it, and you just feel like you are in church. The pictures are so beautiful. You look at them and read the prayer, and it just feels good."

With an $11 billion bottled water market in America, there is always room for another angle.

But Taieb insists it's not all about the money. "We are trying to connect people with God, not take advantage of people.'' The company donates 10% of the profits to charity.

At least it sounds better than being a television Evangelist...

To Everything There is a Season...

Well, last night was rather quiet. Pizza and a movie with Bill and Chris. I stayed up until 2:00 AM to watch Graham Norton on BBC America. I probably fell asleep around three... I always have a tricky time falling asleep.

I finally woke up around 9:00 AM. Evelyn met us at Bill's house and we went off to Denny's for brunch. Chris headed for home and the three of us remaining went for a walk along the Towpath Trail in Valley View. It was a great day to be outdoors, though not the best to be sleepy from the rest of the weekend still.

Bill called the woman we were supposed to interview today for her ghost problems. Since the proper group paperwork wasn't on-hand, it was rescheduled for Wednesday. Bill and the new case manager will be handling it all. Perhaps that means another fun address for me to research and go back into the woodwork! Woohoo!

Yes, I know. I'm a trifle sarcastic anymore about many things. And I know as is always the case, the wrong people either take offense to it or feel badly about what I sometimes say. I just find this as the better platform for venting my occasional moodiness, humor, and frustration... especially being a writer. My thoughts tend to come out better via the written word... and without interruption too!

I know I probably seem distant from a few friends.. or even as though I don't care for them anymore. This is hardly the case. I just need some better separation in my life at times. Years ago, I belonged to a paranormal group... and since I was never "off the clock", things said during what I considered as "non-business hours" became matters of business. Just like a regular 9 to 5 job, I like that same definitive line. Just because you pal around with co-workers doesn't mean you can't be good friends with varied topics and interests aside from work, right?

And therein lies my utmost frustration as of late: I have no such separation. Everything I say, do, discuss, ponder, et cetera feels as though it becomes intertwined with the group. I don't want to eat, sleep, drink, and breathe dead people 24 hours a day. Yes, I'm a paranormal investigator, but I'm so many more things. An evening out should be just that. Thoughts and ideas don't automatically have to become property of something or someone else. Some may call be uncooperative for having these feelings, but to me it's mere logic.

I enjoy the company of friends. I enjoy getting to know them more... having fun... being a target of snarky humor. I just have those days when I want to put those labels (researcher, investigator, tour guide, historian, PR slave, etc.) back on the shelf and simply enjoy the people I love being around.

Not everyone chooses to be the mascot. Not everyone can simply give and be expected to give more and more. Perhaps more things in life need some type of contract to balance equality... or at least some people may need to sign them so that the individuals who sometimes want something in return aren't left in the dust in lieu of freebies.

To Sleep Perchance to Dream...

I am officially old.

Last night was Evelyn's birthday outing. We went over to Bill's house to meet up and wait for everyone. We made an 8:00 PM reservation at Union Station for food and drinks and killed time waiting for the other half of the gang. At 7:45, we learned that they were still in the Akron area, just heading over to pick up another person. Instead of changing the reservation to 10:00 PM, we opted to head over and let them find their way there.

I was hyped up on coffee and enjoyed myself for most of the evening. Everyone else arrived around 9:30. I went to have a cigarette with one of the psychics from the ghost group. During our brief discussion, she said,"You don't realize how well your books are going to do... how well they'll sell." Perhaps she's right. Yet a few other discussed topics felt a bit like a mistake. Perhaps that marked the downward spiral of my evening.

11:00 PM rolled around. We headed into Bounce Nightclub next door to watch a drag show. People danced. I watched and waited. The show was rather entertaining and unpredictable, but I will say I was glad when it was over.

12:15 AM... everyone's still dancing. As 1:00 approached, I went back over to Union Station with Bill's friend Dolly. The music had been bothering me for a while (possibly because our seating was the speakers and you could literally feel every thump of the base in your stomach). We escaped the deafening thunder and blinding lights for a crowd of drunken people in a noisy-but-quieter atmosphere. Finally, it was time to head back to Bills to adjourn for the evening.

We sat on Bill's enclosed porch and talked. And talked. And talked. 2:00 AM passed. I was exhausted. The Zombie Children from the Land of No Sleep carried on. A few jokes passed at my own expense, but I was too tired to reply, much less care. Finally at 4:00 AM, the group decided it might be nice to take everyone home and get some sleep.

I stepped into my room shortly before 5:00 AM, kicked off my shoes, threw off my coat, and collapsed in a heap on my bed.

I had been awake for 22 hours.

I've learned to value sleep. A normal human requires 7-8 hours of sleep to maintain good health. In that respect, I'm normal. I'm not 17 anymore and can't party all night and jump into action in the morning (not that I ever did that when I was 17 anyway).

I awoke at 2:00 PM today, sore all over... perhaps a little from my tough, short massage from Evelyn. She said I was tense... yet somehow having my back muscles jabbed and prodded didn't quite relieve it. My head also hurts, but not from a hangover (I didn't drink hardly at all and stopped by 9:30 PM). It's simply from the sleep pattern being shifted once more to an absurd arrangement. The weather is a miserable drizzle, which only makes me feel twice as exhausted.

Oh well... on to the rest of the weekend...