It is 6:07 am. BC time, but that’s the clock that is guiding me on this journey. I co-create take after take in wordpress on my pc. It has not auto-changed it’s clock to Dutch time. When I create, automatically I’m guided to see certain times and numbers which are meant for me. They guide me. They keep me on track. They keep me on the path of my fate. My destiny.
And well, I’m right on it. No shit! How do I know it? Well, listen to this! My sis, just walked in while I was doing my writing and bizz thing. We had a lil chat. I asked her something she didn’t expect. “How do you like Chili?’ I wanted to see how see’d re-act. For a moment she didn’t say anything and next I said:”You know, the food! We’re talkin’ food.” (time:6:11 am)
And that’s when my sis (word count: 144) totally surprised me with a long forgotten story! And that story?! Happened in…Italy!! And it involved?! Chili! In 1999 I went on a skiing trip with (draft saved;6:12:12 am) my sis and quite a few other peeps. Location: Val Gardena. Setting: mountain village, pitoresque and a lot of real good fun we had! It was absolutely the best!
One evening some peeps made a real mean chili for the whole group of peeps who were on this holiday. After dinner we all went out ‘n ’bout. Some peeps (word count: 234) came home earlier than others. One of them was me. The house was quite noisy so when the others returned we could hear them complain ’bout not being able to find the left-over chili, it was really funny. All the cupboards, freezers and fridges were opened but the chili seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. That’s where it turned into a game. Not lame.
The peeps (word count:303) looking for the chili in the middle of the night were quite drunk. Normally you’d eat a pizza or fries to satisfy you after having been on a (word count: 333)alcoholic ride, but not this time! Chili it had to be, but it was missing. That’s where the phrase first started to appear: “Where’s the chili?!” It became the thing to say when you wanted to be witty and funny during that holiday. The left-over chili? Had been thrown away earlier that eve in the garbage. Not by me. I dunno if the guilty suspect is still running free.
I didn’t call myself the detective just yet, back then in Italy. Now? I’m like Bond. Jane Bond! 007. How funny how this story is coming together. Seven? Is me. Chili? Is number three. That is how I knew the following agent is representing me. Her name is Armstrong. Even tho I wasn’t looking for it consciously; her name jumped out at me. Later on I noticed her phone number consists of a seven and a three next to each other. I bothered to send her an e-mail to ask her to represent me.
I did cuz this miss ain’t so sure whether my e-mail to Paramount Pictures got thru. And since I work backwards: I contacted Paramount Pictures before I contacted my agent to do it for me.
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My sis’ re-action to me asking her ’bout Chili? Let’s just say it’s all ’bout remembering my name! It’s Apple but since this is a multi-dimensional play, it’s also: Jane! The name is Bond. Jane Bond. 007! And I work best, under pressure. Yes, the beast is released. Not only that: it’s also freed! With enormous speed: Chili is coming to me; in physicality.
One question remains:”Where’s The Chili?” He’s very good at stayin’ undercover. I haven’t seen him since this day. When will he be ready to play? Don’t he know I’m Jane and he’s my Tarzan? And didn’t I say I ain’t no longer Samantha?! C’mon my man, we’ve got some real time bonding to do! Chili, where are you, my special agent!? (published:7:03 am word count:660 illumination must’ve hit me)
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[...] ‘Where’s the Chili?” I miss the mad hatter in this story. The mad hatter? Is me. I love me some Chili. I love the mad hatter too. You are me and me is you. We’re all One but I truly do miss the good ‘ol fun, when the mad hatter came buttin’ in regularly. [...]
[...] other thing: my e-mail to the agent didn’t go thru. (draft saved:10:33:33 am) But I got some news for you! It was a sign for me, [...]
Hi Apple:), I left a comment after yours on the forum thread at lauren’s website under physical symptoms and I happened to notice that you’d just arrived in Holland. I’m having a feeling about you and just wondering what your plans are here or how long you plan to be here, because I also am an American living in Holland. I’m 37 and a mom to three beautiful kids of the future who could really use a helping pair of hands around the house and helping to raise these sweet souls who have chosen to be here with us! I’m just out of the blue wondering if you think you could be here (in Holland) in part or full to help be with three of the new generation??? My husband’s dutch and has a bakery here. We also have work in the bakery/storefront if that sounds more resonant, but anyhoo, i gotta work in the store a bunch again and really need someone i trust and recognize to care for my children while i do it. they’re all bilingual and speak fluent english…please call me on my dutch cell phone anytime before 11 or so at night. also just to touch base with somebody american and in your soul family i believe, too:) here’s my number: 06-15880054 or feel free to email me if you prefer too:) love, emily