|Psychic Readings by Debra Nordstrom||
My very amusing friend’s brother, Chris, has had cancer for quite some time. He is making his final transition as I write this. In my life, Chris was a metaphorical butterfly.
I was a sales girl working in my cousin’s store, an artistic, hippy-dippy, leather store. Chris came into the store and bought a particularly beautiful, hand-tooled leather jacket. I was the sales girl. Chris was charming. I forgot to make sure the credit slip was signed.
To recover my mistake, I called the number for Chris and left a message on his voice-mail, asking him to come back to the store to sign the credit slip.
That was the butterfly effect because that’s how I met Chris’ brother, my very amusing friend with whom I lived for the next several years. During that time, Chris was my friend. I lost track of Chris when I entered the Monastery in New Mexico in 1980.
At least a decade later, during a very dark night, I found my way into a construction area and could not find my way out. Chris had joined the Police department by that time. Chris recognized me and gave me a police escort out of the confusing, dark, construction area and to a safe place.
My prayer for you my friend Chris: First to say thank you for purchasing that jacket and Second, to say thank you for helping me out of a dark spot, is Vade Secura, friend.