Mistory

I ate breakfast while watching Clash Of The Gods on the History Channel. "Odysseus" was first, which was done very well, very action-packed and beautifully imagined. The attempts to link Odysseus' journey to historical fact seemed cute and generally plausible. I am watching "Beowulf" now. I am enjoying it, especially the possible historical links. However, I personally prefer the version told by Neil Gaiman and Robert Zemeckis.
I have been taking almost everything shown on the History Channel with a grain of salt, ever since watching a couple of doomsday "documentaries" featuring Nostradamus and Mayan calendars. I think I laughed myself into tears at one point. They do love to lay on the fear. But sometimes they do well, like when they talk about Edgar Cayce.

When I was in high school, I wrote my senior thesis on parapsychology and paranormal human abilities that might be actually true. I read books on Edgar Cayce, The Sleeping Prophet. My mother took me to New York City's Paranormal Society headquarters for research, and I spoke to doctors at Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn, where several of my cousins had been tested for psychic abilities. My father told me stories about his own unusual talents in his youth, and how he had suppressed most of them in the 1970s because he had scared friends and strangers alike with the accuracy of his premonitions. He showed me his old deck of Rider-Waite tarot cards, locked in a wooden box with several seals. We did a reading that sent chills up my spine. The cards occasionally hummed and vibrated. On the day of my wedding in 2005, when I was stressed and panicked beyond imagination, my father stroked my head a few times, pressed his index finger to my forehead, and sent an indescribable sense of calm and healing into my body. He did this to a few others that day, as well. When my father was in his surrealism phase with his paintings (between 1970 and 2000), all of his paintings were infused with a sort of energy that could be sensed by even the most staid nonbelievers. My parents are atheists, but they don't dispute the fact that my father's family actually has psychic abilities to some degree. Even my mother admits to a sixth sense in her own family.

Mistory

I ate breakfast while watching Clash Of The Gods on the History Channel. "Odysseus" was first, which was done very well, very action-packed and beautifully imagined. The attempts to link Odysseus' journey to historical fact seemed cute and generally plausible. I am watching "Beowulf" now. I am enjoying it, especially the possible historical links. However, I personally prefer the version told by Neil Gaiman and Robert Zemeckis.
I have been taking almost everything shown on the History Channel with a grain of salt, ever since watching a couple of doomsday "documentaries" featuring Nostradamus and Mayan calendars. I think I laughed myself into tears at one point. They do love to lay on the fear. But sometimes they do well, like when they talk about Edgar Cayce.

When I was in high school, I wrote my senior thesis on parapsychology and paranormal human abilities that might be actually true. I read books on Edgar Cayce, The Sleeping Prophet. My mother took me to New York City's Paranormal Society headquarters for research, and I spoke to doctors at Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn, where several of my cousins had been tested for psychic abilities. My father told me stories about his own unusual talents in his youth, and how he had suppressed most of them in the 1970s because he had scared friends and strangers alike with the accuracy of his premonitions. He showed me his old deck of Rider-Waite tarot cards, locked in a wooden box with several seals. We did a reading that sent chills up my spine. The cards occasionally hummed and vibrated. On the day of my wedding in 2005, when I was stressed and panicked beyond imagination, my father stroked my head a few times, pressed his index finger to my forehead, and sent an indescribable sense of calm and healing into my body. He did this to a few others that day, as well. When my father was in his surrealism phase with his paintings (between 1970 and 2000), all of his paintings were infused with a sort of energy that could be sensed by even the most staid nonbelievers. My parents are atheists, but they don't dispute the fact that my father's family actually has psychic abilities to some degree. Even my mother admits to a sixth sense in her own family.

Mistory

I ate breakfast while watching Clash Of The Gods on the History Channel. "Odysseus" was first, which was done very well, very action-packed and beautifully imagined. The attempts to link Odysseus' journey to historical fact seemed cute and generally plausible. I am watching "Beowulf" now. I am enjoying it, especially the possible historical links. However, I personally prefer the version told by Neil Gaiman and Robert Zemeckis.
I have been taking almost everything shown on the History Channel with a grain of salt, ever since watching a couple of doomsday "documentaries" featuring Nostradamus and Mayan calendars. I think I laughed myself into tears at one point. They do love to lay on the fear. But sometimes they do well, like when they talk about Edgar Cayce.

When I was in high school, I wrote my senior thesis on parapsychology and paranormal human abilities that might be actually true. I read books on Edgar Cayce, The Sleeping Prophet. My mother took me to New York City's Paranormal Society headquarters for research, and I spoke to doctors at Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn, where several of my cousins had been tested for psychic abilities. My father told me stories about his own unusual talents in his youth, and how he had suppressed most of them in the 1970s because he had scared friends and strangers alike with the accuracy of his premonitions. He showed me his old deck of Rider-Waite tarot cards, locked in a wooden box with several seals. We did a reading that sent chills up my spine. The cards occasionally hummed and vibrated. On the day of my wedding in 2005, when I was stressed and panicked beyond imagination, my father stroked my head a few times, pressed his index finger to my forehead, and sent an indescribable sense of calm and healing into my body. He did this to a few others that day, as well. When my father was in his surrealism phase with his paintings (between 1970 and 2000), all of his paintings were infused with a sort of energy that could be sensed by even the most staid nonbelievers. My parents are atheists, but they don't dispute the fact that my father's family actually has psychic abilities to some degree. Even my mother admits to a sixth sense in her own family.