Ask the Universe – Part 3

I thought the sky had opened up when the man I ordered from the Universe decided to kiss me. However, before he first kissed me, he was acting strange, so I actually asked him if he had anything he wanted to tell me. To that, he simply kissed me, no explanation, so I assumed he had changed his mind and was ready for a fun, happy, healthy relationship. I was excited and believed there was finally a god for me. This beautiful man, who I’ll name Asterix for this article, was about to take a chance on me and he wouldn’t regret it!

We saw each other once every ten days or so, which was an okay rhythm for me for now knowing he’s taking a chance and opening up to me. We’ll go with the flow. I respect that. I value my freedom most of all, so I understand his fears. We had such amazing times together! He even met my sacred circle, (my family) and came to our piece of heaven. It was a big deal! My family loved him right away. They even said we made a great couple and they couldn’t believe the way we looked at each other. It was so deep and intimate. And we had so many plans together! I was going to be his booking agent, build his website, do his CD cover, write songs with him, paint and write while he plays. He wanted to travel vagabond-style like I dream of doing! Imagine the possibilities! God! It felt like heaven!

One morning, we went out on the lake on his inflatable kayak for two and to our amazement, we saw an asteroid fall from the sky and vanish about 20 feet above the lake! Now that’s magic! Of all the people around the lake, Asterix and I were probably the only ones to see it. Talk about a sign from the Universe! God is finally smiling down at me! All is right in the world! I hadn’t felt that comfortable with a man in 10 years and it was just starting! I thanked the Universe every chance I had for bringing Asterix into my life. What a blessing! And the best part, is that I’m finally ready to give and receive good healthy loving and I had laid out my conditions of satisfaction from the start: communication, respect, exclusivity, honesty and loyalty. A real best friend with benefits!

Boy was I wrong!

He wanted to be my best friend with benefits AND have sex with other women. Whatever gave him that right to use me that way? See, that doesn’t work for me at all. How can you be my best friend if you’re cheating on me, disrespecting me, and worst of all, putting my health at risk? Not to mention that it’s disgusting! What I should have done when he first kissed me was verify by asking him point blank: “Are you ready to commit to an exclusive relationship with me?”

I’m in so much pain right now. I had to learn this lesson the hard way. What I should have told him from our very first date is that “my vagina is connected to my heart and my soul. That’s how I function, I’m built that way, If we sleep together, I will fall in love with you and want to be with you forever“.

I hope that once I’m healed, Asterix and I could be just friends. If it’s meant to be.

I love the chorus of this song.

Rest in Peace

I woke up to some sad news this morning. Life can be so strange sometimes, so intensely unaware. I spent a couple of hours with a friend yesterday. I did a tarot reading for her. I even told her not to worry about finances, that she would soon get an inheritance and that things would go her way. Little did I know that as I was doing her reading, her mother passed away.

Life is so precious. Why do we go around like there’s plenty of time left? Why don’t people savor every moment they spend together? I know I’ve had my share of being careless and carefree, but not anymore. I enjoy every moment I spend with my friends and family, because I don’t know if they’ll still be around tomorrow. I call my mom and my son almost every day. I make it a priority to keep in touch with the ones I care about. Regularly, like clockwork. I care with all my heart. I listen attentively, I don’t judge, I mean, who am I to judge after the life I’ve lived? I have little regrets, what’s done is done, I have forgiven myself and have done the best I can to heal old wounds.

I’m scarred, but no longer broken.

To my dear friend, I’m so sorry for your loss. Know that I am here for you whenever you need me. May your mom rest in peace.

Modern Day Witches

Last night, as I was chatting with a new friend, I made him a promise that I would write my first blog post in eight years. We were talking about a very sensitive subject: vaxxed vs. unvaxxed and how it has affected the people in our lives.

First, let me admit that I am a proud member of a fringe majority with unacceptable views. I am unvaccinated and intend to stay that way. The people around me who got a cold were all vaccinated… I mean, isn’t that what the jab is for? To not get the cold? One friend was particularly adamant about not getting jabbed for over a year until her boyfriend suggested they go on a trip. She got jabbed. She got Covid. My brother and I have had a few arguments about the jab… which is good… he’s still talking to me! Not like the rest of my family who have disowned me.

So, I got a cold last week. Is it Covid? Who knows? I didn’t take a test. Why should I? It’s inaccurate and useless. Why should I take it? To become a statistic? To make others aware that I have the cold? I’m smart enough to stay home and take care of myself. I wouldn’t go around putting people at risk for no reason. Would you?

This is such an intricate and delicate subject and there’s so much to say about it. Most importantly, this subject destroys lives. And we all know who we have to thank for it. I don’t know about where you are, but here in Quebec, the population is completely brainwashed by the media. We are one of the only places on the planet that is demanding a fourth jab. We are proud to announce that Moderna will have its main laboratory in Montreal. What is wrong with this picture? People are getting major health complications after getting vaccined provoking diseases and even death and they still want more? We are a sick people. Our leaders are clowns who find it more important to fill their pockets with cash than to protect its own people.

I’ve heard us being called “The Freedom People”. I’m not free! I’m fighting for my freedom! I’m a prisoner in my own country. I’m a modern day witch. What’s next for people like me? Am I to be burnt at the stake?