SOME READERS MAY REMEMBER a few comments of mine about being lonely. According to the demographics of those who had lived for a few years, loneliness was likely to happen for those who had lost intimate loved ones.
Was it a mistake for me to list something so personal on a public website? Maybe not. Some of you who knew a truth beyond demographics, reminded me that there is a principle that works no matter how difficult I had chosen a life to be found by the one I loved.
Events were all the time connecting, one after another, even though I was feeling lost by my guardian angels in the very days as they worked with my puzzle. It was a path of what seemed to be impossible coincidence, events that I knew could not happen, changes in other minds as well as in my own. At last, pieces in place, the whole lightning event happened.
I began writing. Sudden firework events, changing my life, and how could they happen?. It was such a wild impossible story that I couldn’t write it for this website, it needed to be written for readers who don’t believe in angels, don’t care for the intricate patterns, or chains of miracles around us all. And a writer’s superstition, too: never talk about a book before it’s written.
So I’m off to write that story, it will be part of a bigger book that I prefer not to tell you, just now. You are certainly free to imagine what is happening, for the fun of imagining, yet I must not give a hint of what happened, save on the manuscript. Not a hint.