Prophetic thought

I knew. My intuitive heart told me. Two years and four months ago, I knew. Yet, I still did, regardless of my knowledge of impermanence. And now there's a small voice whispering "I told you so"...or is this affirmation that grazes my ear?

I've been called a prophet. I do not speak of this much, nor do I embrace the title. It scares me.

Did I foresee all of this or create it? Creator or prophet?

I have now arrived at the moment that I saw clearly in my mind's eye those years ago. Sadness wells deep within my soul. Grief has always been a constant companion of mine. I knew. Yet, I still did.

And I do not regret. I needed to experience what I did. I embrace the beautiful time and love shared, but now I must also embrace the space I have created for new energy and new love, without erasing the past. I must embrace that I have changed...it is not comfortable. I made one last valiant attempt, knowing full well that I was abolishing every possible "what if" from my mind in doing so. I stand affirmed. I have come so far and still have so far to go.

It is January 2009. I am at a restaurant having dessert with my soulmates. Three chairs are occupied. One is empty. I look at my two friends sitting across from me. They are beautiful together. And simultaneously, I can feel the bond between us three: a beautiful connecting light, and I relinquish control over my relentless smile. Later, I sit with my angel. He looks at me directly and says, "There were four chairs there. All were filled." He smiles. I begin to cry...because I know. "Just be patient. It already is....and it will be soon."

It already is.