mystic encounter

He appeared on the side of the road, was He behind a tree? in the shadows?….L.A. smog blurring my vision? however He got there, here was here now, stepping off the curb. A male, adult, glasses, Latino…but maybe Scot-Irish,like my descendants? My driver stopped the car, becaue that’s what you do when do when someone is kind enough to materialize on the lawn and step off the curb towards your chevy econo-rental. I rolled down the window as we stopped and the Man(who I somehow knew) said “hello Heath”…I told him “it’s nice to meet you” (but I thought I already had somehow…)we drove on and I was sure I would see him again….

“Honey”…

“Hi Babe! I miss you!”

“Guess what?.. I met him”

“Who Heath, who did you meet?”

“I met Alex, he appeared on the way to our morning session…he walked up to the car and said”hello Heath”

“How did he know you?”

“Honey, he’s a mystic warrior ….I guess there’s some kind of mystics directory…and I guess we’re in there.”

“wow!”

“Wow indeed, I love you, I’ll call you tonight”