I have a favor to ask, Laurel. Could you please wait until after you take your baby steps, experience wild serendipities, and manifest eyebrow raising miracles, before you start telling people you're an intergalactic tidal wave of wanton love and magic for whom all the elements bow?
Patience sweetie,
The Universe
Otherwise they're very likely to start making stuff up about you... "Have you heard about, Laurel Stone? YES! Me too!! Using crystals, burning incense, and playing a tambourine... in the wee morning hours, wearing strange slippers with long ears!!" Some of which just may not be true.
