Yesterday, being Valentines Day, had no significance for me. The little guy with arrows and gold wings hasn’t shown himself to me in years. And years. Possibly he tripped and broke those sharp implements or I used up my quota already. Besides, we all know that he carries those arrows for a reason, love can be painful at times.
 The man that turns my head will be bigger than life, yet blend in with everyone else. And to put up with me, he has to be special. I already know that my life is going to be extra unordinary. When the time is right, keeping up with me will be difficult. Speaking engagements, readings, classes, and a few other businesses tied together will keep me confused on my location let alone a love interest trying to keep tabs on me. Maybe he’ll be with me on these sojourns. That would be heavenly.
 Regardless, sometimes it’s fun to buy into the main stream consciousness, or at least the commercialism of it all. So I text my new friend Monette to have diner, and we dive into a boatload of delicious sushi, literally. We met a few Sundays ago. I was at some metaphysical meeting, simply hoping to meet people. And to answer my question. I was sick and tired of thinking possibly and being told way too often that I am psychic. Or is that Psychic. Well, that day I told the Universe that I wanted an answer. Today was the day. It’s now or never. That’s what I thought. If I don’t find out today, I will not pursue this stupid, idiotic fantasy. No more prayers or mediation. No more attempts. I’m done. You know that scene in one of Harrison Ford’s movies where he is on a train and it derails with him and the other prisoners on board? As I recall it is in slow motion. That mass of energy crashing into the earth, showering the camera with dirt. You can just feel the intensity. It was nothing like that when I got my answer.
 I had spent the day going to a Spiritualist church, among other quests. If you’ve never been to one, go. The parishioners are wonderfully charming, and they give readings in church. It is enlightening. I was hoping to get my question answered but nothing. Nada. Then I spent the afternoon outdoors in nature looking for the answer. If you’ve never been, go. Again nothing. That evening I went to a metaphysical meeting where the topic was Science of Mind. They’ve changed their name to something more forgettable but, if you’ve never been, run to the nearest church. It will change your life. The meeting was interesting, as the Pastor from the church was new to the area trying to spread the word of Ernest Holmes. With the meeting over, you guessed it, nada. I have said a few good-byes and had my hand on the door knob.
 Picture this voluptuous, chocolate colored young lady trying to talk to me as I am walking out the door. I am tired, frustrated, and want to go back to my tiny trailer and start my life as what I had decided was a normal person. No more am I or aren’t I. I’m not. Fine. Let’s get on with life. And here’s this voice trying to keep me engaged in conversation. I really didn’t want to talk to her. I laugh at that thought now. That would have been the single most idiotic mistake of my life. You see, Monette is incredibly gifted as a Psychic, among many other things. Her voice and demeanor are soft and welcoming, nonjudgmental. Out of politeness, I step back into the room to answer her questions. Yea mom for instilling those traits. She was asking if I prefer Chris or Christopher. And what my last name was. My mind wasn’t engaged. I still wanted to leave. Who IS this person? I remember thinking, leave me alone. I want to go home. I want to put this entire day behind me. She disarmed me. I began to become interested in the conversation. The woman sitting between us told me that Monette is a very gifted psychic. As we talked, the conversation became quite interesting. A gifted psychic she is. She confirmed many facts about myself, answering my life long question.