My worst nightmare had just materialized–walking naked onstage in front of a live audience and having to perform some obscure skill–say ventriloquism–in order to save my life.
The woman I’d met just ten minutes earlier smiled, lowered her eyelids, and began to sing–from a place that transcended the human who sat beside me.
About that time I was thinking this is really outlandish. There’s no way someone can make such a specific prediction and have it come true. What’s going on here?
But I did not stop the session.
I couldn’t go back home. Living with parents was not appealing. I heard a whisper: go west, Terry, go west.
The experience defies description. Utter calm, utter peace. Until someone belches, or sneezes, or farts.
But where there’s lack of safety, there’s usually a hero nearby.
“What is your age?” He smiled, but all I could think was, huh?