I sometimes wonder about my sanity. I mean, when I was a little girl – well, even when I was in high school, college and soon thereafter, I did not believe in a lot of fringe beliefs. I am talking about "the sixth sense," UFOs, conspiracy theories (think JFK assassination and the grassy knoll). I had experimented with Weegie Boards, ESP, and I was one of those people who made fun of people believing in this "mumbo jumbo." By the way, mumbo jumbo is a technical term for "crap".
But things started to occur that I began noticing. Notice the last sentence – passive, as if I don't want to attribute the experiences to anything. Oh, well, stop playing junior sleuth. I have read others talk about having connections, knowing when things will happen before they do, and these crazy people usually meet with some support, some ribbings and some people wanting to give them money for tummy tucks.
Well, I want you to know something – I am one of those crazies. I have had some experiences that, very occasionally, I know things that will happen in the future. Yes, dear readers, I am a crazy person. Although I don't talk to myself – well, not with a bottle of desert wine in one hand, beat up umbrella in the other. I mean, people don't cross the street when they see me coming, but if they know some of the things that I believe, perhaps they would.
I also think I have seen a ghost – if you are familiar with Savannah, you know there are lots of ghost tales around the city. Apparently, you should not die near Savannah – because it seems that lots of people here have unfinished business. So if you want to rattle chains, glide through old buildings, and be dinner conversation for the next hundred years, come to Savannah to die. Bonus points if you are a transvestite, or treat your dogs like toddlers.
I also interpret dreams – and lots of my dreams have to do with forensic medicine. And you thought it was all about sex! Okay, I am kidding. I have a lot of naked dreams, probably because, believe it or not, I am shy and I don't really want people to see me naked. Funny, considering my colorful past. Oh, please don't try and analyze this.
I have always wanted to feel what it would be like to wear a straight jacket. If I keep this up, maybe I will find out. Ouch. Reality hurts.
About Leesa
LeesaI started blogging to improve my writing; I really did. Painters don't start with masterpieces – they start on scraps of paper, and even when planning a great work, they do many other drawings in preparation. I think writing is the same. You just don't start and finish a novel by merrily typing into the computer; you experiment. Blogging is sort of like a writer's doodling. So this is my scratch pad of sorts. This is less than scraps of paper actually, just 1s and 0s on your computer screen.
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Notes on this Blog
Some random notes about this blog:
1. Schedule. I started writing this blog in 1995, and over the past few years, I have tried to write every workday. Then in the summer of 2008, I quit writing for a month or so. Now I try writing three times per week. The quality waxes and wanes. Sorry about that.
2. Leesa's Mailbag. I am trying a new weekly/monthly/semi-annual blog entry called "Leesa's Mailbag". Over the last few years, people have emailed me with questions, and I have answered them on an individual basis. Now, I think I will answer them on a blog entry. Perhaps Friday. Not sure I will get enough questions to do this often, but I will try to answer questions. Sort of an Ann Landers with attitude. Just write to the email address below.
3. My Stories. Yeah, I have a few erotic stories here. I know, they are not all that good, but they were fun to write. Don't read them if this offends you (and they represent less than 1% of the content here). These stories have elements of truth and fantasy, some more true than others. Complain about something that is a bit more substantive if you must complain. I have lots of faults.
4. Layout. My layout is clean and simple. You can tell me it is boring, and you would be right. I just don't want pink flowers and weird colors to get in the way of my words. I have customized my drop-down menus under "Quick Links" and "Blog Roll" so I had to use a little HTML.
Finally, there are loads of better bloggers here. If you like what you read, thanks. If you don't, thanks for dropping by (and I mean this). A few people who comment on my work add immensely to the experience.
1. Schedule. I started writing this blog in 1995, and over the past few years, I have tried to write every workday. Then in the summer of 2008, I quit writing for a month or so. Now I try writing three times per week. The quality waxes and wanes. Sorry about that.
2. Leesa's Mailbag. I am trying a new weekly/monthly/semi-annual blog entry called "Leesa's Mailbag". Over the last few years, people have emailed me with questions, and I have answered them on an individual basis. Now, I think I will answer them on a blog entry. Perhaps Friday. Not sure I will get enough questions to do this often, but I will try to answer questions. Sort of an Ann Landers with attitude. Just write to the email address below.
3. My Stories. Yeah, I have a few erotic stories here. I know, they are not all that good, but they were fun to write. Don't read them if this offends you (and they represent less than 1% of the content here). These stories have elements of truth and fantasy, some more true than others. Complain about something that is a bit more substantive if you must complain. I have lots of faults.4. Layout. My layout is clean and simple. You can tell me it is boring, and you would be right. I just don't want pink flowers and weird colors to get in the way of my words. I have customized my drop-down menus under "Quick Links" and "Blog Roll" so I had to use a little HTML.
Finally, there are loads of better bloggers here. If you like what you read, thanks. If you don't, thanks for dropping by (and I mean this). A few people who comment on my work add immensely to the experience.
Counter and Links
So I can keep track of the wonderful people who link to my humble site:
This site has been viewed about this many times (see below). If you divide this number by π (pi), you get the number of times I have entertained people.
This site has been viewed about this many times (see below). If you divide this number by π (pi), you get the number of times I have entertained people.
17 comments:
I think we all are a little crazy in our own way, I talk to myself LOL.
Thanks for visiting my blog you are welcome anytime you want to stop by. ;)
I'm a true believer in the sixth sense. Especially when it comes to my husband. He doesn't always tell me what he's feeling, but I know, (usually) because I feel it too.
Crazy, but true.
I think you are still in the clear. No vodoo dolls or seances though ;)
lori: you are quite welcome.
jenny: I want to be able to zap people like the Emperer in the Star Wars movies. But I think my church might excommunicate me if I ever did it!
liz: Oh, know, I have a vodoo doll of my boss that I hit against my computer monitor when he bothers me. he now gets frequent headaches. Coincidence? Perhaps.
I actually do talk to myself, and yes, I do get a reply. I often speak out loud to myself in the car, just to hear how something sounds out loud, have entire conversations with myself, and then say- out loud - "wow, this makes me sound crazy, I should stop it"...then I look around to see if anyone else agrees with me...fortunately I'm usually alone.
At least I stopped hearing the voices. (crap...I Do sound crazy...yeeesh!)
I've caught up on the last few posts, but commenting once. :)
I know there is more than what we can see or explain.
The immigration subject is a hot one here in Texas and I'm torn.
Your talking about your vacations reminded me of some of ours when I was little...good times (NOT). But, I want to thank you for the link to the other Leesa's site which led me to her photo site (still with me here? LOL, can you tell I'm medicated?). I love her pictures, so much talent!
I've seen a UFO. Literally - it was an object that was flying and I couldn't identify it. I was close to a military air base, so if somebody said it was an experimental craft I would have to admit that it would be the most logical assumption, although the world is more interesting with zombies and demons and little green men and Giant Atomic Chickens in it, so I choose to believe anyway.
hmmm colorfull past....but you dont seem crazy to me, at least from what i read thusfar....
hey, i'd definitely cross the street, but only to get a closer view. :) and i think the best way to come to grips with your fear about nudity is to take lots of nekkid pics, and then email them to JD. that'll teach those demons... :)
Leesa, I think you are one of the sane ones, since the sane are the only ones who question their sanity. Aside from liking your writing, I find wisdom and 'sanity' within. Naked dreams? Come on over, since I have them too, and there's no sense in wasting all that nudity.
Leesa?
Where are you? (you're making my OCD falre p, and I don't even have it)
I'm guessing that since you posted (or at least it seemed like) 3 posts at once, you're gone from your computer....but...come on!
~miss you
we all have moments, it's just a matter of listening to them or not.
It's only when you tell people and they look at you all crazy like that you need to start worrying.
Ah I think everyone has ESP to a point whether they tap into it or not.
Dreaming about being in a body of water---like swimming in the ocean or lake or anything like that means....well....you need sex! ;)
can you interpret my dreams? my teeth fall out, i have sex with celebrities... ok, maybe that last one was a fantasy...
and leesa, your blog is so profound i never know how to comment.
seacrest out
Color me one of the psychic crazies ;-)
Ive always believed in a connection of the soul, Leesa..that feeling that somewhere on this earth theres somone that is so in tune with you that its like having another you...and i dont really care what anyone else thinks about it..Its what i believe in..and i guess thats what its all about ultimately...your belief, your faith and the things you take store by, yeah? ;-)
monica: I think I will step away from you now, sweetie. Love you, though, crazy gal!
heather: ghostsessesss? Wouldn't it be easier to deceive others than to hone my skills?
girlgoyle: isn't admitting it weird? Sort of like saying, "I believe Elvis is still around."
kathi: about immigration, I don't know what to do. Yeah, the other Leesa is really nice.
grant: I have seen several UFOs. But like you, they were probably easily explained if I delved into it.
no1special: thanks.
jd: nice try.
ian: sometimes I think it would be better to be crazy.
cherish: thanks, sweetie.
puffin: if this were a Star Trek episode, you would be onto something.
jef: I have heard that some ER docs can tell when people won't make it when they are registering. They just have a feeling. Also, I have heard that dogs sometimes know when someone is passing. Spooky and interesting stuff.
party girl: perhaps when people are freaking out about all of this, they have had experiences.
~deb: sweetie, I always need sex!
Chris-el-da: so do your teeth fall out and you give celebrities BJs? But really, here is what I found out for you about teeth falling out:
Dreams that your teeth are falling out are common. Common dream scenarios include having your teeth crumbling in your hands or your teeth falling out one by one with just a light tap. Such dreams are not only horrifying and shocking, but often leaves the dreamer with a lasting image of the dream. So what does it mean?
One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxiety about your appearance and how others perceive you. Sadly, we live in a world where good looks are valued highly and your teeth play an important role in conveying that image. Teeth are used in the game of flirtations, whether it be a dazzling and gleaming smile or affectionate necking. These dreams may stem from a fear of your sexual impotence or the consequences of getting old. Teeth are an important feature of our attractiveness and presentation to others. Everybody worries about how they appear to others. Caring about our appearance is natural and healthy.
Another rationalization for these falling teeth dream may be rooted in your fear of being embarrassed or making a fool of yourself in some specific situation. These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxiety.
Teeth are used to bite, tear, chew and gnaw. In this regard, teeth represent power. And the loss of teeth in your dream may be from a sense of powerlessness. Are you lacking power in some current situation? Perhaps you are having difficulties expressing yourself or getting your point across. You feel frustrated when your voice is not being heard. You may be experiencing feelings of inferiority and a lack of self-confidence in some situation or relationship in your life. This dream is an indication that you need to be more assertive and believe in the value of your own opinion.
lisa-bin: so colored.
michael: you seem to be at peace with yourself. Very valuable.
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