“…day of days”

“UNCLE SIDNEY’S INTERESTING DAY" 

Some of this story is true, some is not. 

Not yet, but it’s all sincerely shared.

I woke up this morning with Wings. Not little fledgling feathers, but with radiant Raphael renaissance wings. Think the Angel Gabriel in all them Annunciation paintings.

I was in bed between awake, and dreaming when I felt an itch where I’d never felt one. Something was going on around my shoulder blades. I experienced that strange sensation amputees have, but in reverse. There was now ‘more’ instead of less.

I touched my back. There was something there. I rolled out of bed nearly fell over,..my center of gravity had changed! I picked my way through the semi-light of early dawn to my mirror.

Well there I was. I’ll spare you the details, but there was a light over my shoulders. I half turned. Wings.

I had wings.

SIGNS, AND WONDERS

A few days ago,…before the wings. I was standing on a corner waiting for the light to change. There were some school kids horse'n around near the edge. One of the kids spilled out into the street oblivious to the danger.

An SUV big as a tank was speeding at 'em! The bastard wasn’t even thinking about slowing down. As they say in these sorts of stories, time slowed down. The world, and all in it seemed to drift like feathers in a light breeze.

Well I was standing right there so I just reached out, and pulled the kid in. Time resumed it’s natural flow. The car flashed by. The kids didn’t miss a beat. They continued playing. All unknowing of the tragedy averted.  Life went on.

Once more I happened to be there to pull someone in. Right place right time,…again. A few months ago there was that little boy I pulled back from slipping over a railing into the East River. Then there was that teenage girl I yanked back from stepping into the path of a bus.

As them commercials go,…“But Wait There’s More”,…the old lady in the subway, the man at that construction site the little girl, and that car backing. 

Gets better.
A couple of summers ago there were these two teenagers that were gonna knife each other to bits on the train. I stood between them. Don’t ask me why I did it 'cause I don’t know.

One moment I’m sitting with everybody else hoping that someone would 'do’ something. Next thing I know that someone was me. How the hell did that happen?! Hey, I’m a New Yorker, but I ain’t that crazy!

Now this sort'a thing has been going on for most of my life. Since I was a kid. I never questioned it. It was just something that happened sometimes. There’s people that can shoot milk through their nose, me I save complete strangers from certain death.

'And no, I can’t predict horse races or lotto numbers. My rotten luck, figures. Unfortunately this ain’t a "gift” I can make a living off of. Don’t expect to see me on “Oprah” anytime soon. Unless of course I happened to pull her from the path of a speeding Health Quack, and their publicists!

Anyway through it all the folks involved don’t got a clue. All seem more or less oblivious. I guess it happens too fast for them to notice that the very Jaws of Death had snapped at them!
'And because I was there,…missed.


MY INTERESTING DAY PART II

I was considering these financially useless miracles as I looked over my shoulder. They was still there, and seem to react to light like a prism. My every movement was creating rainbows. A pretty neat gift I don’t think I ever prayed for it. Stigmata? That unasked for token from Eternity. I should say to those not raised by deranged Nuns. 

The stigmata is a sign from G-d to the particularly faithful or insane. Take ya pick. Since I consider organized religion the worse disaster in human history. Well, I guess that narrows ya choices.

About the stigmata though. You’re basically awarded, “awarded” mind you with the inconvenient, and extremely painful wounds suffered by Jesus during his passion. Good grief! Kind'a makes ya wonder what the other side is offering. 

On da other hand I’ve seen that episode of the “Twilight Zone”.  Ya know the one with Sebastian Cabot as the devil. Forget it. I got enuff problems.

Them wings though, I seemed to have been let off easy on the the stigmata scale. They don’t bleed, and they weigh almost nothing. I wonder if I can fly? Wait a minute, that 'would’ put me on Oprah! Things might be looking up after all. I mean the t-shirt sales alone.

As for them wings they’re a weightless weight edgeless edges presence without presence. Running my hands over them is like passing ones fingers through warm mist. They’re just this side of solid.

SIGNS, AND WONDERS PART II

Dreams. I have too often seen things that will happen. 9/11, the Asian tsunamis. The dreams are the worst because so few believe them, and when they come true they don’t remember I told them. If I bring it up they look at me like I belong on the front page of a tabloid shaking hands with a Yeti.

All I can do is see these things. I can’t stop them. 

I once begged G-d to take this “gift” away. I remember telling this to my dear friend when we worked in radio. The long time popular radio host Bob Fass. He said it was “better to 'see’, and tell”. This because a few “…might hear it”, and believe. Some “…might benefit from your gift which is why you have it!"  

Okay.

Then there’s the Spirits. They visit me, always have since I was little. They touch my hands, my face. They enter my dreams, the speak to me, and show me all manner of weird shit. Horrors wonders all that Revelations stuff. 

Angels, Spirits, Demons, remembering the future, pulling souls from the jaws of eternity,…and now Wings! Have I been given this unambiguous miracle so that those I pull from “Well of Forever’ …will know from where their rescue really comes? “…hey it ain’t me pal I just work here.”

Paradise has bestowed token. A Miracle for which I did not ask, and don’t know what to do with.

But I’m sure I’ll think of something.

(…This is from my deep archives. I found it on one of my first blogs dated 2004.)