If spirit guides exist, mine’s an old guy with a beard and an Irish accent.
I was working on cash today, which I rarely do. Usually I work on the floor helping customers find books. A man steps up to my counter and forcefully lays down some magazines. He’s older, maybe late 60’s. His mostly gray beard has just a little bit of black hair still showing from his youth.
I begin ringing through his purchase. I can feel his eyes studying me. I stumble over my words as I move through the transaction, but continue smiling.
“So, when you going to get a real job?” he asks. I laugh nervously. I’ve never seen this man before in my life. The question startles me.
“Well…umm…what do you mean…isn’t this a real job?”
“Not for you,” he says, without missing a beat. His Irish accent is endearing albeit a bit terrifying. A little grandfather mixed with IRA assassin.
“Well actually, I’ve put some things in motion this week. We’ll see what happens.” Why am I telling him this? I look behind me expecting to see a hand up my back. The words are coming out of my mouth but they’re not mine.
He looks me in the eyes and says, “That’s good because we’ve got big hopes for you.” He gathers up his purchase with a wink and a smile and walks away.
I wrote here about a similar experience. They happen every so often. Perhaps they’re just random occurrences. Perhaps they’re just crazy coincidences. But what if they’re not?