Confessions of a libra

10.05.25

Something happened to me recently to remind me that I’m magical. A chance encounter, in a regular place. Sometimes I know of souls I am supposed to meet before it is time. I am shown possibilities, I just never thought his time had come. I can’t say whether I felt him before I sensed him, but I immediately looked up when he sat down. He sat to the right of me, on the edge of my sight. You could have been fooled if you were there. That there was no auspiciousness to this night. Everything leading up had been perfectly mundane. In that reception room that night, it started with knowings.

I felt aware that I was being upraised, slyly though it was. I distracted myself at first, but found my own gaze shifting in the wrong direction. I noticed his legs in those shorts. An odd thing you would think if you didn’t know me well. I have this laser precision once my mind grabs hold. And at the back of my mind, his essence said welcome to mine. I felt a sudden urge to stretch, the doctor was irritatingly behind. I hold the patience within my body but if you were astute, you would have sensed it. As I drive my hips forward, back arched over the back of the chair, I felt that knowing. I felt like I was being watched and suddenly it felt…naughty. I scolded myself and stretched even further in protest. It felt like there was a silent game afoot, and I’m not sure anyone read the rules.

We fast forward to the end of the appointment. I speak to the receptionist, feeling attentive energy from somewhere behind me. As I approached the lift, a little voice said if you stare back right now, you’ll find him staring at your bum. I turn and this man has his forearms perched on his thighs, rubbing his jaw in manufactured interest in the lights above. I left that appointment and asked my guides if it was him. They said it was, but he wasn’t ready. He needed to find his voice. Find his courage. And only then, can he bring offerings. I write this to encourage him. To send my well wishes and hopes that he conquers his demons and slays his dragons. You’ll never know who I am, but I felt your essence that day. I noticed things I probably shouldn’t say out of respect for you. And your essence tickled my soul in the way only a kindred spirit can.