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The madness of his thoughts during the dark, unfocused weeks that followed the betrayal shook his core. Previously unknown feelings of hate, revenge and worthlessness thrust like a volcano from a place deep within and threatened to overwhelm him. Marcus, always friendly, and generous-hearted and understanding was presented with his shadow side and he did not like it. A sense of disorientation and plummeting confidence convinced him that he must change his life. Completely.
He was musing about it in the bar of his squash club when a girl he knew by sight struck up a conversation with him. She had just returned from holiday in India and painted a colourful and exciting picture of the country. As she rose to leave, swinging her squash bag over her shoulder, she laughed as she said, When I came back from India I had found parts of myself I didnt even know were missing. India does that to you.
Marcus took an instant decision to travel there. From that moment everything fell into place as if unseen hands were fitting a jigsaw together with perfect synchronicity. He was beginning to learn that there is no chance or coincidence in life, that all is co-ordinated at another level. Until the betrayal and its consequences, he had always believed in chance, luck, an inhospitable universe and a punitive God who had to be placated.
The latter was a legacy from his public school days, where daily affirmations that he was a miserable sinner had filtered into his subconscious mind. It might have done more harm were it not for his innate sense of self-worth.
A friend later postulated that for hundreds of years the Church had served the darkness by spreading a feeling of badness and guilt, which chained the human spirit. It was a revelation to Marcus, who saw the truth of this statement with blinding clarity and was determined to free himself from the grasping tentacles of other peoples beliefs.
An old friend of his, Caroline, persuaded him to see a highly recommended clairvoyant with her. She managed to make an appointment for them both on the day before his flight and he agreed to go with her, feeling dubious but intrigued. The pleasant, ordinary looking, elderly woman gave Caroline a reading, which amazed and delighted her.
How could you know all that about me? she asked in wonder after the session. And will those things really happen?
The clairvoyant laughed. I have the gift and as for your second question, your future isnt written in stone. I can only tell you your possible future, from which you can create your own life. What I have told you is a prediction based on the way you are heading now. Caroline glowed, determined to create the possibilities that had been presented to her.
It was Marcus turn. As the clairvoyant tuned into him she went pale. You must go to India. Your destiny is calling. She started to breathe heavily, then opened her eyes suddenly. She looked shocked. Marcus noticed that the little hairs on the womans arms were standing up and he felt a shiver of apprehension run down his back.
Im sorry. I cant read for you. She spoke abruptly, with a nervous laugh. She gave him his money back, ignored his questions and protests, and hurried them out of the door.
Marcus was bemused. He tried to shrug her words off with a smile and a few dismissive words. But he could not ignore the tight knot in his stomach.
Caroline was trying to distract him by babbling on about her reading. Everything the woman had said to her about her past had been astonishingly accurate and she was delighted about the predictions for her future. Although Marcus tried valiantly to listen and respond he could not get the clairvoyants words out of his mind.
Damn the woman, he thought savagely, as he kicked a stone harder than he intended and heard it bouncing off a garden wall. What the hell was that all about!
The next day he set off for India and the wheel of fate started to turn. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.