Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 12:37:34 -0700
Title: Sis' past

Sis knew what was happening, even at 5 years of age, when
she first ran from it; the time I thought I had seen something
chasing her, but couldn't focus on it.  She told me, some years
later when she was 16 or 17 years old, that her fears on that
first encounter were unfounded. In fact the second time, when
she had the flop on her bicycle, she felt as if she was pursuing
it and furthermore it was she who mentally reached out and pulled
"it" to her.  The trembling I had felt was the merge.  In her words,
she had insisted on  "...possessing it for its power."

What I didn't know then,  was that they, Sis and whatever
she had possessed, used me as some sort of catalyst.  As
Sis was explaining it, I remembered feeling a sort of electrical shock
after I pulled her away from the bicycle.  At the time I dismissed
it as fear, my fear of the unknown and of the power I witnessed.

1. jog.gle \'ja:g-*l\ \'ja:g-(*-)lin\ \-(*-)l*r\ vb or jog.gling [freq. of
   1jog] : to shake slightly : to have or go with a shaking or jerking motion
   - jog.gler n
2. joggle n : JOG
3. joggle n [dim. of 3jog] 1: a notch or tooth in the joining surface of a
   piece of building material to prevent slipping 2: a dowel for joining
two  adjacent blocks of masonry.
4. joggle \'ja:g-(*-)lin\ vt or jog.gling : to join by means of a joggle so
   as to prevent sliding apart.

As Sis brought me my mocha, I asked, "You still have the pedal, huh?"
Sis smiled, took the pedal from me and placed it back on
her trophy shelf, "Yes, I keep these things to remind me to be very
careful about getting mad at anything or anyone.  It's easy to control
but still, I have to want to control it, ya know?"

Happy Friday!
Here's hoping the weekend will bring us all we want and need.
If it doesn't,  maybe all we have to do is wait... or hang on like
the weasel?

love ya,
d.