“Four people in their past life swore to meet again in another life. A terrible oath—blood-soaked. Three have already met. They are waiting for you.”
Those words were said to me one day by a visiting guru at a Buddhist center where I wandered for lack of anything to do. I have to admit the guru’s words made an impression, no matter how I tried to treat them as a joke. Now I kept catching myself thinking that I was waiting for something: good changes in my fate? Some sort of event? But time went on, and the strange story began to cause annoyance and disappointment—deep down, I was counting on an adventure, even when, in a burst of anger, I called the guru a charlatan.
And one day I received a playing card—a queen of hearts—with instructions on the back about the time and place of the meeting…