(The following example represents a simple story about what I consider an important happening, but it doesn't really provide any proof or even interesting content for anyone other than the people I mention in the text. I've excluded virtually all of these kinds of entries from the site.)

2/19/2016: sedona clone lunch

I eat lunch with Bill (my dad) in Sedona and while we’re eating, a Sharon (my mom) look-a-like shows up with an attractive blonde who has a baby. The blonde is wearing yellow, which I know represents fire/3rd chakra. I happen to believe my mom is somehow associated with the color yellow/fire. She is a self-proclaimed bitch and was born on a Monday (yellow chakra day).

I'm also under the assumption that my father is represented by the color green, which is the "dad" chakra (something I've deemed is true, but is not written about online anywhere else) and he was born on a Tuesday (green chakra day).

As we’re leaving, an extremely attractive girl is at the front desk, suddenly, almost as if on purpose for me to look at. She is wearing green. It’s almost like there is a competition going on between my mother with her yellow and my father with his green. I mean, both girls were very attractive, but obviously I'd have to go with the one without a baby in hand. Sorry, mom.

While we’re outside, right before saying goodbye, suddenly a David Ison look-a-like walks up to the restaurant. David was my dad's best buddy over the last number of years, until my father moved back to Sedona.

But of course, my father has nothing constructive to say about this happening and he just brushes it all off (the Sharon clone, the David clone, etc). He did agree the guy looked just like David Ison, so I guess that's something. But he doesn’t care what it means. THIS is the problem with my reality.