There have been times in my life when I am so ardently thinking of something, wanting something, that it becomes all consuming and the world starts throwing signals at me to show me I am on the right path. The first time I recognized this, I was sixteen years old. I had become obsessed with England for many reasons. I kept telling my friends, “I am going to England,” and nobody believed me. And why should they? I was sixteen, I had not a nickel to my name, and I was far, far away from England. At least to outsiders. England was already in my heart. I read about England, I read novels set in England, I studied maps. My whole life was about England.
Then my father died.
And after the shock wore off and the insurance checks and stocks and bonds were monetized, I left for England. I can remember to this very day my first glimpse of a new continent as I woke up at 6am on a plane over Ireland. I remember the green. I had never seen such green. And the coast, the deep blue water smashing forever against the rocky coast in the massive, slow-moving evolution of the land. The captain said we’d be in London soon, and the first glimpse I had of the English coast, my eyes watered. A giant lump came to my throat.
I am home, I said to myself. And I was. Of course, I didn’t realize until much later how truly English I am but at the time, I thought I would live forever outside of London in a small cottage, writing my books.
I went to London. I knew I would go to London, somehow, someway, and I did.
Other things I have been obsessed with have been less enormous than that, but no less intense. Over a year ago, for no reason at all, I began thinking about someone. He’s sort of famous. There’s really no reason for him to think of me too, but for weeks, all I thought about was him. It was as if the world was concentrating some divine power inside me to summon him (not a bad superpower to have, incidentally). Then, one morning I opened my eyes and knew he sent me an email. I checked my BlackBerry. He had sent me an email.
I don’t know how to quantify these things. I don’t know what that is, when you can feel things shifting, aligning, when you know you are about to be served a piece of your destiny.
But I am there now. And this is huge. The biggest thing I’ve ever wished for or dreamed about. It’s coming.
It is almost here.











Very happy for you! Can’t wait to be enlightened!
I hope it’s a good thing! I’d be a little sad to wake up one morning and discover that you’d been longing for the dawn of the Age of Cthulhu.
Fthagn A, ‘fly.
There is nobody more deserving of this than you. Please don’t think it is only destiny, however. You have worked incredibly hard for it and deserve all the good things coming your way.