Charles

A special meeting just occured between myself and a man named Charles, on 10th avenue, between 32nd and 33rd Street. I have not had a god messenger approach me in several years, and finally, it happened again! I went outside to smoke a cigarette and drink a cup of coffee on my break. I sat down on the sidewalk around the corner from my work office. A black man was walking by and then he looked at me. He said, "It's you!" He had a Jamaican accent, I think. I said, "I'm sorry but I don't recognize you. Do we work in the same office building?" He said he had seen me around the neighborhood and had recorded me in his mind. He said his mind records everything, but particularly me because he liked me. He said he is a computer programmer and is working on book on cell biology and showed me a science book in his bag. I thought me might be mentally ill, but his presence didn't bother me at all. He started explaining how he believes nature is god, nature, all the cells that compose each living and inanimate thing, all the fighting among countries and religion is the product of division and illusion (maya)... in short, we were agreeing on everything!! Everything he said, I was like, yeah yeah yeah, and everything I said, he was like, I can't believe you understand what I'm talking about. I pointed out that it was quite strange he should approach me on the street when we are clearly obsessed with the same truths. We talked about death and the meaning of life (seeing what is real), materialism, and oh my god, I just can't believe it. It was a totally fateful meeting. We were saying how god is the manifestation of energy, as nature, and how we embody divine energy, and we are all connected. My new friend's name is Charles. He believes we can make the world a better place. I'm still undecided on that issue. I kind of think that the world will always manifest the same balance between good and evil. Charles pointed out that change is very slow. Maybe I agree with him, or else why would I attempt to become a teacher? I don't want to become one of those teachers, however, who is constantly frustrated by the difference between how much they want to "help" (aka change) the students and how little change they see. I'm more interested in simply observing and accepting what is. This morning I went to my observation/tutoring session at the high school. This time I stayed awake, although I was still pretty sleepy from having a cold and taking cold medication. I don't know the names of the kids in my group because we never did introductions.

As for Charles, I gave him my phone number. We may take a walk together down to Pier 66. Upon parting, we shook hands several times, and then he kissed my hand!