Definitely, I turned into the shop’s parking lot where I sat there confused for a moment thinking, “That was weird,” while simultaneously feeling nothing was weird at all. I was perplexed, yet wildly satisfied at my act of rebellion. I walked into the shop where a woman was standing by the display decks of cards, shuffling. One card flew out and I giggled, “Oh! A jumper! I only play jumpers,” and winked at her. We laughed, bonding over the Rebel Oracle - which adorns messages in f-bombs and sass and she looked at me and said, “I really like your energy, can I hold your hand? I’m one of the mediums here.” OF COURSE, I said, thinking this must be exactly why I ended up here. I was hoping August would come through, but little did I know what was about to happen. He shook me to my core, again. Without hesitation, she said, “I have a very handsome man here,” as she started tapping on my right arm. I smirked, because August was very handsome. “He says he really likes what you’ve done here, and I’m smelling roses.” My interest peaked. How did this lady know that under all my layers of winter clothes I had a full sleeve in remembrance of him on the same arm she was tapping, complete with roses? But what really got me was what she said next. “He says he’s taking credit for you being here. Like you weren’t going to come but he forced you. Does that make sense to you?” I was shaking. I explained how moments ago after I drove all the way to shop, I had talked myself out of it and suddenly was overcome with this defiant energy that would not have any part of me missing walking through those doors. I had no idea what happened to cause me to go so feral, but I surrendered and assumed it was on purpose and for a purpose. She smiled and explained to me he channeled through me, something I never knew was possible, let alone possible for me.
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