things are not as they appear to be
earlier, before my eyes, an e turned upside down looked more like an a
now's the time to tell it, i dilly-dallied before
you wanna hear a true story
a true, true story. like this actually happened in my real life


i was was strung out yes
but... i got sick of hanging at my friends' place
see this story can't be told
work with me
so i got sick of sitting around my friends
and i left and went to the metro
and took the metro to Cremazie for some fucking reason never been there before
and then i walked aimlessly for like an hour, truly aimlessly
found myself at a set of railroad tracks and started having no kidding visions of a past life
i was a young indian man, in the same place but 400 years earlier
when settlers arrived in montreal
i started having intense memories of what this path was, the railroad route, i had shown these "settlers" the path
i'll skip the details here, though they are many.
so i keep walking, for another two hours or so i walked and i found myself at an ancient cemetary
again this is a true story
the cemetary was maybe 200 years old, probably indicating it stood there much longer.
in a huge oak stump there was a small handmade doll with a white candle.
anyways, i kept walking and realized i was on like fort agatha road or something
and that's when it really hit me
i was murdered there(here)
and my wife was made to watch my remains decompose though her cell window
while being viciously raped from time to time by the dirtiest ugliest insults to humanity imaginable.
she eventually became the first born again christian
her name was Catherine Tekawitha, her life was documented in Leonard Cohen's book "beautiful losers", which incidentally was a factor in my moving to the city.(montreal)
i had been remembering her for months, but had no idea why. her yellow tunic..
again, i remind you, i had never been to or heard of this place in my life. there is no mention of it in the book whatsoever. nor did i set out to find this destination i just had these intense "memories" of her.
so in a state of total bafflement i kept walking.
and found myself at her grave.
right along the edge of the water.
it's a shrine to her.
with the virgin mary reading a long script to a little girl.


does that make sense?
i walked aimlessly for about 4 hours, along the way having intense visions of being another person in another place and time.
but with very specific memories of who i was, though not where i was going.
i found myself at a graveyard and fort.
and was like i died here and my wife watched
and then i found her grave.
i can show it to you.
i had no knowledge whatsoever of this place.
i had no idea it even existed.


and i found myself there.


so tell me how that works and why.


that's a true story


there's much more there were so many details but it gets pretty fucked up. there is magic. and souls.
period