Sometimes, I wonder if omens exist. Do the mighty powers provide signs at important junctures to provide guidance to lost sheep? Or do we perceive random occurences and items as “omens” simply because certain things jump out at us when we are troubled?
Throughout the trip, there were at least three instances when i thought to myself: Man, this is either a sign from God, or i’ve been thinking so much that my mind now exerts influence over my surroundings. Haha…
Twain Avenue in Las Vegas, the letter uttered by the psychic (yes, i went to one just for the heck of it) and the name of the young lover in my latest book- which i saw in the States, hesitated about buying, before finally picking up a copy at Borders Singapore on my very first day back here.
Sheer coincidence or divine intervention?