It’s all the time. Coincidence. Synchronicity. And it becomes nearly expected. Life, through those harmonious connections, seems normal, right-on and routine. I didn’t say anything to him about this. After all, he thought astrology was astronomy and got the two words confused and when I explained he wasn’t sure about his own Sun Sign. But then, he was rather young, age 23 I was told the day before by the appointment secretary. [I sometimes find it less intimidating to others when I answer their question about what I do for a living to say am an astrologer (rather than psychic) although I’d claim to be both. ]
He confessed that he’s a loner and doesn’t have all that many friends. Oh, I’m talking about the massage guy. I’m not someone who normally Continue reading
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