100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (Asking a fortune teller about Love "love has no man made time line." part 1) based on true events (c) 2017
"Those on the other side, who have what you call died, have a different sense of time. To them a few seconds is a few years. They ,of the other side, tell and show us things, we want to know now, years later. Some call this 'Dead Time.' Others call this 'God Time.'"
"I wanted to know how I could get her back quickly."-that's what I told myself. I saw a fortune teller on the square by the park in New Orleans.
I got desperate for answers. Figured the Christian God would not give me what I wanted. Or was it because majick had such an exiting allure? Yea, it was probably the allure. The excitement of feeling something instantly.
She was old. She wore a strange hood and robe. What attracted me to her, rather than the others, was the thought that she could be some sort of entity to advise me on what should do. Such entities from the other side certainly know more than the living. From across the table I slid her a twenty dollar bill. "You've come here to know. To know what is God?" She instructed me to extend my hand palm up.
"God is time." She continued. Then she took her long finger. A long black fingernail pressed against the cracks in my palm, "The way of your life line crosses into an x. You still have time. It's up to you."
At the time I chose not to listen after she said all that 'God talk.' After all, this is just a hustle. They do it by studying your body language and speech tone when you describe certain events of your life. After they ask you questions like, "You have recently lost someone and her name begins w___..."
After ten minutes of her act I became agitated. Wanted to let her know I was privy to her con.
Then she said, "You're still looking for someone to love you while you wonder what God is. God is love." Then she pulled out three tarot cards:
"Death,
The Lovers, and the Fool." Placed these cards between us. "You must understand that love has no man made time line. You've angered someone on the other side."
Then I remembered the whistle I had bought from the Voodoo Shop. It's shaped like a locus. Has several holes in it. Supposedly you use it to summon the dead.
I remembered coming down from a drug and alcohol induced blackout at a cemetery. I had blown the whistle. The winds picked up howling in my ears.
"Those on the other side, who have what you call died, have a different sense of time. To them a few seconds is a few years. They ,of the other side, tell and show us things, we want to know now, years later. Some call this 'Dead Time.' Others call this 'God Time.'"
"I wanted to know how I could get her back quickly."-that's what I told myself. I saw a fortune teller on the square by the park in New Orleans.
I got desperate for answers. Figured the Christian God would not give me what I wanted. Or was it because majick had such an exiting allure? Yea, it was probably the allure. The excitement of feeling something instantly.
She was old. She wore a strange hood and robe. What attracted me to her, rather than the others, was the thought that she could be some sort of entity to advise me on what should do. Such entities from the other side certainly know more than the living. From across the table I slid her a twenty dollar bill. "You've come here to know. To know what is God?" She instructed me to extend my hand palm up.
"God is time." She continued. Then she took her long finger. A long black fingernail pressed against the cracks in my palm, "The way of your life line crosses into an x. You still have time. It's up to you."
At the time I chose not to listen after she said all that 'God talk.' After all, this is just a hustle. They do it by studying your body language and speech tone when you describe certain events of your life. After they ask you questions like, "You have recently lost someone and her name begins w___..."
After ten minutes of her act I became agitated. Wanted to let her know I was privy to her con.
Then she said, "You're still looking for someone to love you while you wonder what God is. God is love." Then she pulled out three tarot cards:
"Death,
The Lovers, and the Fool." Placed these cards between us. "You must understand that love has no man made time line. You've angered someone on the other side."
Then I remembered the whistle I had bought from the Voodoo Shop. It's shaped like a locus. Has several holes in it. Supposedly you use it to summon the dead.
"Those on the other side, who have what you call died, have a different sense of time. To them a few seconds is a few years. They ,of the other side, tell and show us things, we want to know now, years later. Some call this 'Dead Time.' Others call this 'God Time.'"
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