Through my reunion with Toni on 05/06/06, a former boyfriend, Chris, with metaphysical interests, returned to my life this past Saturday. Chris lives in another area of Brooklyn, is a professional photographer, and teaches at a local college.

In 1988 Chris made me 4 crystal pendulums,

which I treasure and keep in a small stained glass box.

They are made of various crystals and shapes with different types of metal chains. Chris said he later pursued a part time career in crystal sales and crystal jewelry making. It was fun playing with these pendulums again.

Chris' mother died in 1991. On the evening of her death, Chris had gone out with friends, though he felt he shouldn't leave, his mother insisting. He returned home early because of an intuitive feeling that something was wrong. When he got home, all of the lights in the house were on. Inside he discovered his 6 siblings who had come to see their mother when she suddenly didn't feel well. This was in the days before cell phones. Chris sat down on the couch next to her. She smiled at him. There was a feeling that she had waited for him to return. There had always been a special connection between them, as she was the only family member who understood his spirituality. Staring at the living room TV, she turned to Chris and whispered, "I see a bright light", yet the TV was off. "It's alright to go to the light," he whispered to her. She lowered her head on his shoulders and crossed over.

Chris also collects clocks and has had several temporal experience. He mentioned the return of friends to his life also, after many years. As souls attract for experience, Chris told me these interesting stories.

Two months ago he went to the beach in the area I raised my children, and where I lived when he and I knew each other, Manhattan Beach. On his way home, he was guided to drive down the street where I used to lived. He paused in front of my former house and wondered why he had stopped there. Then he remembered me, the house, and times spent with Toni and others exploring metaphysics.

A few weeks later, he decided to take a martial arts class in a local area, Sheepshead Bay. Arriving at the class for the first time, he had another deja vu. This was the some room he and I had met on his birthday, 11/13/87. We were the only 2 students who showed up for a psychic development class. The large room is now a Dojo.