I have surmised that I manifested most of my Volkswagen’s breakdowns. I intimately knew all the parts of my vehicles since I serviced them. I saw the malfunction of each component in my mind’s eye before they occurred in reality. I saw many more things before they happened. Premonitions. People, events, where they happened. I've had dreams of things happening before they happened. Analyzing each thing good or bad, if it was something I wanted to have happen, then choose it to be or not. Therefore I chose to believe I willed those things to have happen, instead of just saw ahead into the future. A long time ago I asked a light worker/teacher of mine: “Which was it? Premonition, or manifestation?” He said: “what do you think?” I've been pondering that question since he asked it. Years later now, I feel confident in my answer for myself. What these quantum physicists are saying now, backs this theory up as well. I'm feeling more observant now for some reason.
Weeks before it happened, I dreamt I chipped a crescent shape out of the front of my teeth. And when I was standing at the top of the hill with my skateboard ready to do a fierce downhill run a block west of Divisadero on Haight street waiting for the light to turn green I knew what was going to happen. I asked myself: am I cool with two weeks out of work and a hospital visit? Sure, I said. I can do that. Normally on those steep blocks when there's no cars, I can carve the whole street and control my speed. On that busy Sunday I had to ride straight to avoid the moving cars and the parked cars on both sides of me. By the time I hit that busy intersection three blocks down, I was going at least 40 miles an hour. I got speed wobbles so bad I got tossed onto my face. My glasses were implanted into the pavement, and had an amoeba records sticker stuck on them. There was about ten people on the scene helping me. A dude handed me my skateboard and my glasses. My white GBH shirt was covered in blood from my face. I made so many girls cry that day when they saw my face when I stood up. Someone pointed out a coffee shop nearby that might have a restroom to check myself out. In the bathroom mirror I started poking around in the wound in my upper lip. I thought to myself. What was that? Bone? No. It was bits of my teeth that were embedded in my lip they entered my lip from the inside on impact and I pulled about three bits of teeth out through the front of my lip. I had no wait at the hospital two blocks away where they gave me lots of stitches in my lip and my brow. My ER doctor even gave me a ride home right after, and I was having bong rips ten minutes later. If I hadn't done it, it wouldn't have been right. I was meant to experience it. Rather, I chose to experience it. Also I wouldn't have that cool story would I?
I knew I didn’t have to take that path. But I wanted to take that path. See where it would lead me. I knew what would happen, but not how it would go down. It was a very distinct knowing. I knew I was going to eat shit, have a hospital visit and not be able to work for two weeks. All of that happened and more. And I was cool with it. Grateful for the experience. I got some good trophy scars and a story to tell.
2000, San Francisco