There was no way in the world she could have known about me the way that she knew about me, but she did, so I have to admit there is something important happening.  This is why I find myself here on a night like this, surrounded with several different kinds of cheese, wondering and waiting.  I don’t normally do this, not with cheese, but I do come to New York as often as I can.  There’s a great place to find excellent lodgings, and there are plenty of things to do, even if you come without plans.  But maybe I should recommend that if there are no plans, do not set foot in a place where they read tarot cards.

At least, don’t go where I went.  There are other ways of getting this kind of work done, and people like Shana who can do really good work without putting you through motions.  But this was maybe an unusual incident, and it had unusual repercussions.  I met this other woman at this other convention, and we got into a contest to see who could be the better reader of the other one’s soul.  It’s not something that people usually do at these things, but we clicked.  We had an energy.  And she had a collection of quartz crystal skulls that I secretly wanted to take away from her.

In between readings and meetings that turned into dates, and then back into readings, I forgot about wanting to steal anything, and started to get caught up.  She was starting to become a frequent character in my dreams, and it wasn’t the stupid and carefree kind.  She was playing archetypes, and also mothers, daughters, creators and destroyers.  The only way I could figure out how to muster up some deeper respect for her was to get to know her, and at that point, I started to fall into what I think might be a trance.  Others might call it love.  It’s certainly a spell.  And I’m putting one on her by scattering all of her favorite kinds of cheese around me.  She is going to be surprised.

Love and Cheese in NYC is a post from: KizaPark