I was walking down the hallway. The bell must have just rang because it was packed as students scurried to their next class. Shoulder to shoulder everyone was in quite a rush. I was walking slowly, confused as to why I was there: I didn't have a class to go to, did I?
As I walked in slow motion down the hall, locker after locker, my attention was drawn to a woman sitting on the floor in lotus position. Her hair was wild and unruly; the curls spilling over her shoulders in all directions. Through telepathy she spoke to me, "Sit down," she said in a way in which I knew there were no other options. I sat down next to her as my attention was drawn to a book on the floor; it was very large and very thick. Suddenly the pages began to flip as if a heavy breeze had found its way into the hallway, but there was no such breeze around. Page after page it danced across the bridge of the ethereal and 3D worlds. Her finger cut the dancing to a halt as the page settled on a destination. I looked down and could see a month. It said March. My soul whispered, "I knew it!" although what I knew, I was unsure of. Without her lips moving she pointed to the 16th and said, "This is the day."
"What day?" I replied.
"I don't," I conveyed, but somewhere deep down I did. I could feel an overwhelming sense of love and excitement wash over me.
"This is the day your whole life changes," she whispered in volume.
And deep at the centre of my being, I knew that she was right.