It all started innocently enough, but by the time it was over I was very rich, lives were destroyed and three people lay dead.
“No one should ever know their future,” she said with that lovely little smile that I remember so affectionately. By the time this all developed, my mother had been dead for more than fifteen years, but I look back now and I remember her words. She was fearful of the future and what it may hold. Her fear was rooted in her past and it coloured everything she saw.
I’d been attending the meditation Circle for a couple of years. I’d ‘found my feet’ again after wandering aimlessly for many years.
“Come along one night, You’ll enjoy yourself and you might just learn something. You’re a moody bugger, Billy. You need help. Get off your arse and get your head straight.”
He was annoying, but he…
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