That Time I Saw a Fortune Teller
If you’ve been reading this blog, then you know I’ve gone through a sort of spiritual breakthrough of sorts over the past few years. A lot has changed about me. I’ve gone from a logical, skeptical, person who would raise my nose at people who call themselves “spiritual’ to a true believer. I see the light now, I understand now that we are all spiritual, and it is we who can choose to ignore it or not. And it wasn’t the spiritual hippies that brought me over, either. It was a dream. A lucid dream. It was so powerful and enduring that it felt like an acid trip. It got me asking questions like: Is all of this a dream too? Are we even real? Where do I go from here? What do I do with this new-found information and appreciation for life and energy? Then, one of my best friends Hong told me about how her father saw a fortune teller when he went to India a couple decades ago. It got me thinking. If she had told me a few years ago, I would have rolled my eyes and said they were scammin...