London Angels
In February, many things happened. One of them took place in the British Museum.
I met someone. An Angel - a psychic. I am not one of those who believe. But I was bored. So I listened.
I listened to all of my past lives - all much more eventful than the one I lead this time around.
But I also learned about my future. I was wrong, Angel said, to believe that my future lay in India, or anywhere in Asia. Obviously, I had not told him that was where I was headed. Angel said I was headed in the opposite direction - "Your future is in America".
I had forgotten all about Angel, about all of his predictions and all of his well-intended opening of my shakras. But today, after walking the parts of London I have carefully avoided because of the memories they carry, and the British Museum once again caught my eye, I remembered. It’s all coming true. All of his visions are becoming reality. Next month I’ll be in America. As for his other visions .. I dare not consider the possibilities.
I wonder, did I have a say in this? Did I do this - because of what I’d been told - or did this happen to me?
