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During my early thirties, I encountered a Russian psychic who answered a question with the following words:
"Your man is very tall. He has very large hands. His hair is white. He has a mustache. His first name begins with the letter M. He really loves you. And he is extremely protective of you."
At the time, I was madly in love with a short Italian artist with golden locks, so his words totally bummed me out.
His words haunted every subsequent romance as I attempted to squeeze each round peg into the square hole of his description.
Thirty-plus years later, his words ring true. The realization came as a double whammy the first time I saw Mike riding his motorcycle.
During my days as a Kabbalist, I'd begun each morning with an invocation of my Holy Guardian Angel. A winged angel on a motorcycle, looking exactly like the cover image, appeared in the wake of each invocation. Mike could have posed for the artist. Now, his hair is white.
I feel as if I've fallen in love with my guardian angel.