Schizopolis

The _________ had made the Stanley Cup Finals again and people throughout the country were pumped. I was hoping they would pick up the underdog win and heavily cheered in their traditional favour. A friend texted one day with a question about their chances, but before I could answer I saw a turtle on the road. I picked the turtle up and helped him or her cross to the other side. But upon reaching the safe embankment, it turned around and scampered back whence he had come. I couldn't text my friend and state that this sign likely meant that ___________ was going to lose the series, I could only hope and pray I was wrong. Fortunately, I never told anyone about the prophetic turtle. It made things much easier when __________ lost and people were fuming mad.

My dad was really sick and mom and I had never really thought he would pass away, we figured the doctors would help him out and he'd recover soon posthaste. But on my daily walk when he was in the hospital over a dozen turkey vultures suddenly appeared chillin' in the trees. I hardly ever see them in that wooded area. I hoped and prayed it wasn't a sign (it was).

A month before that, I went for a walk to a convenience store to buy some things, when I saw a bad car accident that an ambulance had already reached. I was hoping it wasn't a sign that dad was really sick, but 5 days later we had to admit him to a hospital. 

The last time the Broncos won the Super Bowl I saw horses wherever I went. Plus Montréal's métro shared the Broncos colours. The colours had given me hope a couple of years before after the Broncos lost in the Super Bowl. I tried not to take them too seriously but still totally felt hopeful.

Sunlight passing through tree branches makes interesting patterns on the ground. Did ancient spiritual leaders use them to make wild predictions? 

When you visit the same location each time it snows the snow accumulates in a different pattern. Did ancient shaman note divine sculpted difference within and look to the future nimbly and confidently?

Who knows?

The spiritual age before science and reason must have been tumultuous nevertheless.

So many people earning a living doing such things.

The voodoo mysticism at times even governing. 

With the internet's lack of critical oversight this kind of thing seems to be reemerging, as groups fed up with hearing they're wrong wildly pursue irrational agendas. 

And people who never thoroughly embraced scientific reasoning remain immersed in magical realism. 

Logic and reason hovering undetected.

In lucid heartfelt agile wonder.

The Night Before

3 confidants, and an annual tradition, a' revelling on Christmas Eve to the tune of friendship and jocularity, rekindling the strength of their amicable bonds each and every year to celebrate the intensity of camaraderous humour, age having decreed that due to the build-up of maturing responsibilities this will be their last irreverent outing, itinerary set, rejuvenating synergies pending.

As an added bonus this year, three tickets have been acquired to attend a secretive party, known for its legendary merriment, coveted by young, old and middle-aged alike.

Will the mysterious counsel of a local pot dealer enlighteningly guide their way as they descend into the night and encounter both shenanigans and loves lost?

And will the magic of Christmas single-maltly convince them that the bonds they have forged congenially transcend time?

As a matter introspective.

A fun thought provoking feelings evoking tenderly rowdy illumination of adult aspirations, The Night Before suspends pretensions of the rational to festively define what is sane.

Note that its definition bizarrely blends the buddy comedy and the Christmas classic to hazily establish a disjointed sense of the revelatory.

But when form aptly reflects content, our role models evolving over the course of an evening of regenerative confusion, who I am to argue with logistics merry making?

Jingle, bells.

Miley Cyrus impresses.