Over the past year, there is a man who I have noticed a few times in our community- he just stands out, even though he is sort of… not obviously distinct; or he must be otherwise I wouldn’t recall all the times I have noticed him. I guess he’s tall. He is energetically attractive in ways I can’t explain- like in a way that I imagine forest animals would come out to greet him, follow him around; or things might just grow under his feet. Tonight for the first time, I heard him speak, learned his name. I love his accent, which my friend told me was classic Rockaway which made me love it even more. We ended up having dinner together with other friends and got to speak some on the walk over. I was committed to asking him out- like, committed and psyched! He is really wonderful, and in a relationship. The very brief moment of disappointment was followed quickly by a sincere happiness and gratitude for love in his life.
On the way home, I was approached by a woman needing some directions and we were going to the same stop on the same train so we talked all the way home. She is new to the city, experiencing the adjustment pains that many people have. I enjoyed talking with her enough, she is breezy, sexy- of warm sun beaches; we shared a similar spiritual perspective. At one point, I don’t remember why- she laughed and said, ‘What are you, an oracle?’ because I guess I had again referred to something that had been on her mind earlier, or answered a question she had been carrying. Wikipedia says. “In Classical Antiquity, an oracle is a person considered to interface wise counsel or prophetic predictions or precognitions of the future, inspired by the Gods; a form of divination. Oracles were thought to be portals through which the Gods spoke directly to people.” I dig it. I am totally a Classic Oracle.
Quick, don’t think: what does oracle make you think of, first thing that comes to mind???
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Zoltar?! ME TOO! I looked for just the Zoltar scene, but all I could find was this:
enjoy xxx