#32. Hot Water Rising Part 1

Before, I mentioned the flood that hit my area in 2013.  It was quite devastating, but if you watched it all unfold as it was happening from my eyes, you would have been as curious as I was whether it was all part of a disagreement between myself and the universe or just coincidental weather, but the story begins a long time ago.  That girl I called the day I came home to have my first psychic flash.  We’ll call her Angel.   I could spend time telling stories of how hard God seemed to want to keep me from her, though I never figured why, but it seemed the universe wasn’t supportive like it was between the German girl Sarah and I, more like the exact opposite, but it all took me so long to pick up on.  There are so many weird hilarious stories of ridiculous odds and deep social pains, but I’m choosing this anecdote as my example to share, it is the finale after all.  Angel was my unsuccessful focus for a good 7 years of my life before I was able to move on, but then I met the German girl, then 2007 came around and I lost her, and a few years later found out Angel had been singing locally.  I picked up Angel’s album, and found out she had a show coming up, but a song about a guy in a leather jacket intrigued me because I used to wear one in school.  I couldn’t make my mind up about going to her show, so one day I went to an old shoreline I liked to walk by the old cabin up at Boulder Lake.  It’s a very spiritual place to me, I had several relatives who had their ashes spread there.  It was around sunset, when I finally decided not to go, and I looked up, and catching the sun perfectly, only submerged at the bottom, was a glowing purple shell, like a prize from the universe for doing the right thing.  The day of her show came, and it was raining, not much different from other rainy days, but I was deep in self-doubt about everything paranormal in my life and was set to challenge it.  Come back for the Conclusion!