This song is about the same guy I wrote most of my songs about. The one who said he had a gift for me, received psychically. Neither of us knew what the gift was to be. A good reason to continue a relationship if you think there’s something there. I’m slow but thorough.

He was a character from the get go, but come to think of it all my relationships were highly suspicious and none of them were what you might call normal.

He came to me in his astral body, a vehicle for consciousness which vibrates with a finer material and asked me if I wanted an orgasm. I’m an astral traveler myself, but he was well in advance of me back in the 80’s.

It was a spiritual experience as astral traveling is spiritual travel also. When I first met Ron he’d told me that he’d taught a psychic class. I wasn’t sure what he meant but we used to do little card tricks where I guessed all the colored symbols correctly on cards. Then when he showed me my score I freaked. I don’t remember him telling me he could astral travel phantom style. I knew we had mental telepathy operating between us however. I had remotely experimented with that.

I remember making moves on him at the tennis courts. He looked so fine, why was this one unattached? I must have babbled for an hour while the other players called out for our participation. He didn’t ask for a date and I forgot about him for awhile.

One morn I’m laying in bed half asleep, half awake. This is a suspension between two worlds. I have clairaudience now and then. Clairaudience is a thought reinforced by sound from within. I heard Ron’s voice calling my name and asking me to contact him. His tone was like hurry up, I’m waiting on you and you promised.

I’m laying there thinking “can a girl change her mind?” I had been thinking it over. I had done most of the talking in the initial meeting and that made me uncomfortable. He had just smiled. I had undergone a spiritual transformation recently. I was feeling reborn. Heck, I was playing tennis, if that’s not being reborn I don’t know what is.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I’d had my head in books so long I was feeling like a misfit. There were people out there in bodies, not just within the pages of my books and I wanted to meet them. Somehow I found Ron who was into psychic stuff, my own focus and he was sexy too. I was an innocent though. We would teach each other stuff and isn’t that was it’s all about? He was ultimate overdone male. I was total female with a Lauren Becall pouty lip. We were about to crash into each other’s walls.