I am over due for a posting, it has been a while due to complications in my life. I am putting something together now from memories and sent emails. Stand by for more tales from my schizophrenic crypt! So here are some more crypt tales finally.

The metaphysical is very much alive, sometimes it comes to us in dreams at night, inspirational moments or in my case, apparitions/hallucinations with my schizophrenic issues. Any way, another interesting point on my schizophrenic issues, is how I hallucinate pages in books. Going back some time now, when I was living with Mum & Dad in their home before Dad retired, I looked up the word 'Metaphysician' in Dad's Britannia double volume dictionary. I related to word with my schizophrenic issues. Now at this time, I was pumped full of psychiatric drugs on intermuscular injections, I was happy with what I read where the dictionary listed British Metaphysicians over the ages, of which Robert Burns was one, thus giving me my Scottish pride. Years later in Mum & Dad's present home on the island of Montreal, I looked up the same dictionary to jog my memory, the text was not there as I remember it, there were no examples of deceased people such as Robert Burns. Then in my own Webster double volume dictionary, I had a similar experience with the word 'Museuf', another Muslim prophet, true spelling Youssef. I remember reading the text and was happy reading what was there. Then years later, I looked up the word again here in this apartment, there is no such word in my dictionary. 'Youssef' is what every Muslim Mother calls her baby. What I looked up was, Museuf, coming from the word muse or where muse comes from with the origin of words. I once said to a Muslem co-worker, "Stop musing to yourself like a fucking Museuf". The gentleman explained to me I could get killed for saying that to the wrong Muslem, far as I was concerned, I made up the word Museuf for the joke on him. He misunderstood me for saying Youssef! Then again, I got my explanation on the joke line without getting killed. I just looked up the word Youssef in my double volume American Websters dictionary, it not there, go figure, but once before, I did get my definition while hallucinating Museuf in my same dictionary.Then this spring while doing my research paper for University, I took out a book from the library. I went to my favorite coffee shop close to the University before coming home, glancing at the book over coffee, I was happier than a pig in shit with a photograph of a piece of Native Canadian art and text on the piece. It was what I wanted for my paper I was writing! Then when I got home and finally writing the section on Native Canadian art, I went looking for the page in the book. I went fucking nuts looking for the page, it was not in the book any more! Going back in my youth, I always remembered my Mom as a black haired woman, that slowly turned to a salt and pepper hair and now grey with her age. It was not until recently that I had a conversation with my Mom and she stated she was a blond when young. I said, "What, you were black haired!", anyway how could I argue with my Mother on the colour of her hair. I even asked a childhood friend, "What colour was my Mom's hair, he stated"Blond". I swear on my Grandfather's grave, I always saw my Mom as a black haired woman. Then to really mess with my Mother's head, she was showing me old photographs. Dad took a black and white photograph of Mom with her two children in the water with her at the beach, I said, "Ma, your hair is black in the photo, if you were blond, why does your hair not look like my brother's blond hair, I can show you a black and white photograph on the Internet of a blond woman, her hair sure does not look that black, it is more like my blond brother's." Spooky isn't it!!! I got more stories coming in later posts.