His hand was literally on the handle of my front door. “Wait,” I said, feeling really silly. “I have one more question.”
“Morgan” came back into my apartment and I asked him a question I thought I’d never pose, even to myself.
It had all begun when I noticed a book sitting on a shelf in my Classical Acupuncturist‘s office and asked to borrow it. Soon I had finished reading Many Lives Many Masters and was rather obsessively borrowing Brian Weiss‘ other books from my local library.
“Uh oh,” I thought to myself. “I’ve seen this before. What’s about to happen this time?”
In 1994, I obsessively began reading books about near death experiences. “I can’t take this anymore,” my friend Aaron said, after I commented for the umpteenth time that I felt like something big was about to happen. “I think you should talk to somebody.” Continue reading