I met her again today.
My angel. She told me she was my Guardian Angel.
And that she loved me.
I introduced her to my wife, Jennifer.
Jennifer thought she was an angel.
Someone with an expanded consciousness, she said.
Later, I went and talked to her again – Madeline.
Mary Magdeline, she reminded me, like in the Bible.
It went something like this:
Me – How will you change the world?
She – I can’t tell you.
Me – When is this going to happen?
She – You will know.
Me – How will I know?
She – Because you will be with me, by my side.
Me – I will?
She – Yes, we have been together before. I have been a part of your life, in the past.
Me – When?
She – You don’t believe me?
Me – Yes, I believe you.
She – And I will be with you later, too. When you need me. I’m your Guardian Angel.
Me – Are you mine exclusively or do I have to share you with other people?
She, laughing – I’m everyone’s. There is only one Guardian Angel.
Then she cupped my face in her hand, looked at me with radiant love, and said: I love you Bill.
I went back to my table and told Jennifer that my Guardian Angel had just told me she loved me. Jennifer nodded, and said: Good. So she should…
Seriously, this just happened.