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WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?

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A bone dry leaf on a fragment of what was once a huge sea shell. The odds of their meeting were beyond remote.

A small bone-dry leaf on a fragment of what was once a huge sea shell. The odds of their meeting were infinitesimal.

           A day later I ran into a friend on the street and we talked of these things. This friend, H, thinks what is happening is important and really was someone who pushed me, gently, to write it down.

            Our running into each other was odd enough. I was walking down the street, heading home from shopping, when for no particular reason she appeared in my mind, the thought reminding me that I should call her. Not fifty feet later she emerged from a shop doorway and we nearly collided. She said she had just had a similar experience.

            We talked there on the street a while about this spiritual journey and I joked about the notion of her giving me some questions I could ask See Do that night. I then said I really should ask him “Why is he telling me this stuff?”

            That night See Do gave me the answer. He said “Because you asked.” Flatly and distinctly. He does have a sense of humor. Though he is right. I’ve been given this path to a higher being and I ask him questions. And he answers.

            — continued

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