The Mystery Remains

Sometimes when I am working I notice shadows moving out of the corner of my eye. Their shapes are assorted, animal and human, but when I look around the shadows are gone. I know some act as a warning of some imminent thing to come. Don’t ask me how I know, just suffice to say I do. Throughout my life, strange and unexplained things have happen to me. It is if I’m channelling energy from some unknown source. I remember back in the 1960’s when I was just beginning writing, I made a friend in London and we planned to get together to write some songs. I received a letter about a week before I was to go and meet him. Reading the letter, he seemed filled with the joys of spring, but then I thought of a conversation in which he said he was going to give up writing all together. A week later, I had that conversation with him almost word for word only for real this time. To this day, it baffles me why someone feeling happy and looked forward to something. Would a week later want to chuck it all in, but it really happened that way and the mystery remains with me to this very day. 3 March 2008