Nostradamus Triangle

 I have sat within the Nostradamus Triangle and I feel qualified to vouch for the reality of the magical powers of it. There was a time when I would have doubted it but I am convinced now of the power of the triangle.

It all started when I rented an apt. to a nice guy named Scott. He was harmless but he had a tad of schizophrenia. I never ran into anyone quite like him. He is very talented in many ways. He claimed to be a gourmet cook and proved it to me by cooking me many meals. He trashed out the kitchen but that was OK. He knows all landscaping plant life, mulch and grass by their Latin names. He would walk into my shop when I had a fashion, color or style issue and solve it with ease. The drawback to all this talent was that he self medicated with Vodka. Lots of Vodka.

Well, it was about to be his birthday in a month or so. He started warning me then that he would not be leaving his apt. that day. Ever!! I would tease him and ask, "What if you Mom or Sister calls to wish you happy birthday?" (He had no phone so they called me to talk to him) His answer was, "You don't get it, I will not be talking to anyone or leaving my apt." He warned me for weeks. His birthday was on the 13th and this year it would fall on Friday. He had lived through a few of them on Friday and he knew the consequences and did not want to involve others in the mayhem. He was protecting me from what may come.

The day before his birthday I was still teasing him that he was silly to worry about Friday the 13th stuff. I worked hard that day and near 10 pm I went out into the back yard to have a glass of wine and relax. When I walked out into the yard, there sat Scott already relaxing into his first Martini. He had lit his Tiki torches and placed them in a triangle around the gathering of chairs. I just sat down to enjoy the evening and he asked me how I liked the Nostradamus Triangle. He always liked to seem like he knew something the rest of us didn't get. I asked him what the heck he was talking about. He said he knew it was almost Midnight on the eve of his birthday and he wanted to be protected if he was going to leave his room.

 I did not believe the Friday the 13th crap or the need for protection but I went along because the dancing flames were relaxing. It was such a nice night. Next thing we knew 3 police officers came toward us with long guns out and in position to shoot. That was something I had never experienced before. Ever!!! They were looking for our closest next door neighbor that had threatened to kill her ex-husband that day. She wasn't home. One of her teen sons had committed suicide a while back and she had his ashes in a guitar case for the remains. Her other son at the instructions of the ex came over earlier that day and took the ashes. It was the deceased Son's birthday and it appears everyone wanted to be close to him. She came home and found the case gone and threatened to kill the ex. They were looking for her.

After that incident and some discussion about what the heck just happened....everyone tried to calm down and pour another drink. Scott in the meantime was mentioning the virtues of sitting on the inside of the Nostradamus Triangle and how we were protected from any harm in there. We were somewhat skeptical but listened.

Just when the conversation gets back to normal (as normal as it can with a mental patient) we hear rustling of the grass in the small wooded area behind my house. It was coming towards us. The guy ended up standing right outside the triangle and looked us in the eye with the most freaked out look I ever saw. Something was gravely wrong. After he stopped for a second he moved on. We were so disturbed by the look on his face but had no clue what would make a person look like that. About 5 minutes later 4-5 police officers approach us with guns and flashlights. They were coming through the woods also. What the heck? They came up just outside the triangle and asked us, "Which way did he go?" He went that a way ------>. By the way may we ask what he did? We were informed that at the end of the street next to us he went in to try and buy drugs and the deal went bad and he got shot. Oh great!! Wonderful!! We all looked at each other and thought maybe we should go in now. It was not really safe out there. Scott convinced us that we were perfectly safe in the triangle. Anything could go on around us but we would not be harmed. We were starting to believe him. Two different incidents that I have never experienced before and all within an hour or two. I was also starting to believe the Friday the 13th stuff.

Well he assured us that all was well within the triangle so we stayed and poured another drink. Ahhhhhhhhh

Then all of a sudden a huge SUV police vehicle with lights and strobes flashing pulls in the driveway. Lit up the place pretty good. The officer gets out with his dog. I guess they were tracking the bloody guy. They found blood in my driveway. They all went to the South of there and left the SUV running. Because we were slightly drunk by now and found all this very humorous we stayed out there in the triangle to see the action. Stupid, I know. We should have gone in long ago. 

Half hour later all the officers come walking back with the dog and open the SUV door to load the dog. Scott gets up and walks towards them. Mind you he had been drinking straight up Vodka all night. He also has now left the triangle. Oh shit what is he thinking? He goes up to the very official officers and thanked them for the awesome light and strobe show.

It was time for me to go in now. I have had about all I could handle.