Part 6 || Stardust || Four-Leaf Clovers, Fireflies, & Harlequin Novels

When The Cosmos Conspires

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• Part 1|| Stardust|| When You Remember Your Celestial Origins

• Part 2|| Stardust|| When Stars Collide

• Part 3|| Stardust|| Snuffalupugus, Planetary Parades, & A Truck Baby

• Part 4|| Stardust|| Tristan As A Mouse & The Vertex

• Part 5: StarDust|| A Kiss of Life, Guitar Plucks & Magical Kings

Often someone comes into your life to offer you the opportunity to know your higher and better self through the platform of love

Trigger Warning!

Snuffy’s kiss lingered on my lips for days. I felt like I was in an altered state. My heart had not smiled in years. The connection felt unique, familiar, and ancient. And yet he was a stranger. It made zero sense. But that was the point: I couldn’t use the mind to understand this connection, but the most powerful organ in the body— the heart.

During a HoneyColony meeting, a cardinal abruptly landed on my Miami window sill. I lived on the second floor, and bushes hid my window. I was taken aback. I didn’t recall ever seeing a cardinal in South Beach. I counted cardinals in Akron, Ohio, during the summers when I’d visit my cousins in “America.” I went every summer from ages 13 to 16. I used to also look for four-leaf clovers.

When the cardinal landed, I was on a Zoom call with some former employees—women who had become woke and wicked. They asked me if the man I was looking for had turned. Weeks earlier, I had told them I had a “date” since it was a rarity in my life. I joked, “My boyfriend I had not yet met had gone missing.”

The next time I saw Snuffy, he told me his ex-wife, who I later discovered was still his wife on paper, used to get a visit from a cardinal occasionally. He had no clue about my rendezvous. She believed it was a sign from her dead grandmother. Commonly, cardinals are thought of as a visit or message from a deceased loved one, reminding a person that they are not alone. Cardinals can also represent balance, devotion, endurance, and self-confidence.

I think he drew a beautiful tattoo of the bird and put it on her body. Why the eff was a cardinal visiting me?

I am still not sure but this sign also slightly spooked me out.

Four-Leaf Clover, Fireflies, & Harlequin Novels

To go down memory lane for a moment, I was a full-blown nerd and voracious bookworm. I used to get lost in my aunt’s massive backyard in Akron, Ohio. I communed with fireflies and ladybugs there, looked for worms, made mud pies, and burned ants with a magnifying glass. I loved looking under big rocks to see what insects hid there. It was sublime. I played with Barbies and watched The Twilight Zone late at night, sometimes during marvelous thunderstorms.

My soul was androgynous. And I quickly surmised that I was not like the girls around me. I was an ugly duckling, but little did I know that I was on a path to Swandom.

I read Judy Bloom, Stephen King, and Agatha Christie—one summer, I read Flowers in the Attic, a book series by V.C. Andrews. The dark, twisted story follows four siblings trapped in an attic, uncovering secrets of family betrayal and survival. When I read the last page of the series, I cried. I also read my older cousin’s Harlequin novels—many of them. 

They were wildly popular in the 1970s and 1980s. Even then, I noticed the pattern in the compelling love stories. They often focused on themes like forbidden love, misunderstandings, and personal transformation. I guess that’s when I became a hopeful romantic.

Doggy Dog Images

In mid-June, a few days after my second Snuffy sighting, I was pouring myself a glass of water when I saw an image of a brown and black dog. I got a sense it was a pet he had when he was young. I texted him to ask, and he sent me a picture of a chubby Rotweiller.

The statistical probability was extremely low since I had no prior knowledge about the dog —perhaps 1-5%.

Then I said, “Okay, Great Spirit. What was the dog’s name?”

I scribbled something in my notebook before thinking about it because it didn’t work for me any other way. I wanted evidence if I happened to get it right.

Roger? Who names their dog Roger, I thought to myself.

When I asked him, he said his name was Ruger!