Long ago, I recalled standing in the middle of this small, hair salon located in a strip mall near McDonald’s. I had my back to the front entrance and in came a short, Asian man from my right. He went in front and sat down to my left. Gracefully, he sat down and tucked his legs underneath each other. I thought to myself that he’s got to be a Buddhist monk. I took quick look to the corner of my eyes. He had his head downwards. I concentrated and sent him my greetings. Then I felt pressure, almost like a tickle, to my third eye chakra, right between my eyebrows. I rubbed the area in hopes that he would look up that I knew. But he kept his head cast downward. I’ll never know to day who he is.
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