Thursday, October 13, 2005
AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM THE PRESIDENT OF www.findaclint.org
My dearest friends at www.findaclint.org:
Well, the drive-by cup-caking apparently worked. Not only did this story become Cutter’s favorite so far in “Finding Clint,” it prompted the phone call that we were hoping for. After several days of phone tag, Clint Borden and I spoke for the first time last night. Granted, at the time, he was stoned (as would be expected), there are details of his story that still just don’t add up, as are there details of Carter’s story that don’t add up. But yet, somewhere, the real Clint exists. And I have considered this point long and hard: there is not one single person in this entire story who knows ALL of the details; not even me.
There is a reason that I dreamed Borden’s name back in January. There is a reason that we have returned to this man THREE times in this story. Borden doesn’t remember his car breaking down, but we must remember it was a year ago and who knows…maybe it wasn’t even his car (I remember that Clint was with someone else that night…I could see him out of the corner of my eye). On the phone, Borden told me: “who the hell knows? I totalled a car. I don’t know when that was. Several months ago?” Borden also claims to not know the store that I am talking about that Thomas owns. But that may be my fault in that I made the mistake of calling it “The Black Broom.” Thomas said that Borden hasn’t really been there since it was called “Raven’s Flight,” over a year ago and the night I met Clint on the street, he told me “I’ve been to this place…’Raven something or other’ on Vineland.”
But Thomas knows Clint Borden and Thomas knows me. Borden claims that he can’t remember who Thomas is…but we, again, must remember that he was stoned when I was talking to him and he confessed: “look, I know a lot of people…most of them I can never remember their names.” And if there is anyone in this story I would trust their intuitions and information almost whole-heartedly, it is Thomas, one of the most amazingly in-tune and spiritual men I have ever met. Borden remarked: “I’m not sure who he is, but what…is he cupid or something?”
I could say: “Fuck it. It’s not the guy. I’m not going to meet him.” But then I remember that there are so many holes in everybody’s stories. All of the information we have gathered over the past year is a mish mash of bits and pieces of stories coming from different people with different perceptions of time, different perceptions of the way the world works, and different ways of perceiving things. There is a good chance this IS the guy. If we had the missing puzzle pieces, we would be able to explain how that is possible and how they all fit together. But we don’t have those pieces yet. Perhaps, after tonight, we will…
Borden says to me: “What are you doing tomorrow night?” “Nothing,” I reply. “Excellent,” he says.
So we agree to meet. I wrote a song on Monday night; the lyrics are: “We could meet at 8:14 Somewhere on Magnolia Street.” Borden picked the place over the phone last night. Guess where? Magnolia Street. Guess when? Between 8-8:30.
I say to him, “How will you know what I look like? I should know what you look like, but how will you know me?”
Borden says: “I will know. Don’t worry. I will know you.” “Well, I stand out in a crowd,” I say. Again he replies: “Excellent.”
So, now I have to go. I wake up in a stark panic this morning. I can’t go. It’s not him. There is no way this could be the Clint I met almost a year ago on the street corner.
But I read the tarot this morning and the cards tell me:
1) What will this day bring?
--5 of cups—the return of a soul mate, good news
2) What is the energy of this day?
--The Sun—great happiness, joy, and optimism
3) Is Clint Borden the Clint I met on the street corner?
--10 of cups—great joy, completion, attaining one’s heart’s desire, one who has remained steadfast in love and come through much misfortune to find happiness
4) Who is Clint Borden?
--9 of cups—a wish has come true
--Page of Pentacles—one who delivers a message
5) What do I need to do today?
--3 of cups—celebrate, joy, problem solved, a satisfactory result
So, you see, I must go tonight…
My friends, is it really possible that after 342 days…almost 49 weeks and 50 songs, our journey could end here tonight…and a new one begin? Is that possible? The way the stars have aligned say it IS possible…at least within the next week and a half…and given that Borden was born on April 2nd, only 7 days after me, the stars are affecting him in similar ways…
What will I say and do if it is not him?
What will I say and do if it is him?
I can’t tell you those things now…tomorrow I will be able to but not right now…and who knows? Beth may start calling the phone tree tonight…then you will know for sure…
Find Clint. Find Peace.
My dearest friends at www.findaclint.org:
Well, the drive-by cup-caking apparently worked. Not only did this story become Cutter’s favorite so far in “Finding Clint,” it prompted the phone call that we were hoping for. After several days of phone tag, Clint Borden and I spoke for the first time last night. Granted, at the time, he was stoned (as would be expected), there are details of his story that still just don’t add up, as are there details of Carter’s story that don’t add up. But yet, somewhere, the real Clint exists. And I have considered this point long and hard: there is not one single person in this entire story who knows ALL of the details; not even me.
There is a reason that I dreamed Borden’s name back in January. There is a reason that we have returned to this man THREE times in this story. Borden doesn’t remember his car breaking down, but we must remember it was a year ago and who knows…maybe it wasn’t even his car (I remember that Clint was with someone else that night…I could see him out of the corner of my eye). On the phone, Borden told me: “who the hell knows? I totalled a car. I don’t know when that was. Several months ago?” Borden also claims to not know the store that I am talking about that Thomas owns. But that may be my fault in that I made the mistake of calling it “The Black Broom.” Thomas said that Borden hasn’t really been there since it was called “Raven’s Flight,” over a year ago and the night I met Clint on the street, he told me “I’ve been to this place…’Raven something or other’ on Vineland.”
But Thomas knows Clint Borden and Thomas knows me. Borden claims that he can’t remember who Thomas is…but we, again, must remember that he was stoned when I was talking to him and he confessed: “look, I know a lot of people…most of them I can never remember their names.” And if there is anyone in this story I would trust their intuitions and information almost whole-heartedly, it is Thomas, one of the most amazingly in-tune and spiritual men I have ever met. Borden remarked: “I’m not sure who he is, but what…is he cupid or something?”
I could say: “Fuck it. It’s not the guy. I’m not going to meet him.” But then I remember that there are so many holes in everybody’s stories. All of the information we have gathered over the past year is a mish mash of bits and pieces of stories coming from different people with different perceptions of time, different perceptions of the way the world works, and different ways of perceiving things. There is a good chance this IS the guy. If we had the missing puzzle pieces, we would be able to explain how that is possible and how they all fit together. But we don’t have those pieces yet. Perhaps, after tonight, we will…
Borden says to me: “What are you doing tomorrow night?” “Nothing,” I reply. “Excellent,” he says.
So we agree to meet. I wrote a song on Monday night; the lyrics are: “We could meet at 8:14 Somewhere on Magnolia Street.” Borden picked the place over the phone last night. Guess where? Magnolia Street. Guess when? Between 8-8:30.
I say to him, “How will you know what I look like? I should know what you look like, but how will you know me?”
Borden says: “I will know. Don’t worry. I will know you.” “Well, I stand out in a crowd,” I say. Again he replies: “Excellent.”
So, now I have to go. I wake up in a stark panic this morning. I can’t go. It’s not him. There is no way this could be the Clint I met almost a year ago on the street corner.
But I read the tarot this morning and the cards tell me:
1) What will this day bring?
--5 of cups—the return of a soul mate, good news
2) What is the energy of this day?
--The Sun—great happiness, joy, and optimism
3) Is Clint Borden the Clint I met on the street corner?
--10 of cups—great joy, completion, attaining one’s heart’s desire, one who has remained steadfast in love and come through much misfortune to find happiness
4) Who is Clint Borden?
--9 of cups—a wish has come true
--Page of Pentacles—one who delivers a message
5) What do I need to do today?
--3 of cups—celebrate, joy, problem solved, a satisfactory result
So, you see, I must go tonight…
My friends, is it really possible that after 342 days…almost 49 weeks and 50 songs, our journey could end here tonight…and a new one begin? Is that possible? The way the stars have aligned say it IS possible…at least within the next week and a half…and given that Borden was born on April 2nd, only 7 days after me, the stars are affecting him in similar ways…
What will I say and do if it is not him?
What will I say and do if it is him?
I can’t tell you those things now…tomorrow I will be able to but not right now…and who knows? Beth may start calling the phone tree tonight…then you will know for sure…
Find Clint. Find Peace.
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