the mystic told me...

barbara, the mystic in my dream last week told me, "that that was the past. tomorrow is the future," when i mentioned my frustration with him and i always as ships passing in the night. right before that i had mentioned his name and a light ebbed out of her core and a glow came over her as my whole body was taken over by goosebumps so strong i began to shake and move towards her. i then told barbara that one of the reasons that i respect him so much, is because he sees the spiritual things that i see. she agreed with me and smiled, "yes, i know. i knew his mother."


last night i went back to the bar with the intention of putting it all out there or at least attempting to flirt a bit. but it is never what i intent. rather he began a conversation, one that he needed to have, which ironically was caused by the attention that others felt they needed from him. as we talked and he cleaned, prepared and moved furniture, i came to realize that he and i are much more alike than i generally see. and the gift and cure of what we see and who we are can weigh heavy. im glad i can find comfort in knowing others are similar.