met a new dude @ the coffeehouse

Viking Fest this weekend. *groan* I braved it for Em who was working the coffeehouse during the parade and said she'd be bored. Ahh, but she was not, there was a line, very long. So I stashed myself and bookness by a window in the back. I was shortly joined by a man (roughly in his late fifties), we began to talk because for some reason that space just inspires talking with strangers (maybe it only does so with me). He told me about his metaphysical ideas and practices. Yes, he did. ...yes. He either needs to break into or out of the fifth dimension (I lost track of the dimension numbers a bit) and then he'll get his body from when he was twenty and he gets to keep it and it won't age or get sick or die (he said). Apparently he's been working toward this for many lives, but he feels that he is close, weeks, maybe even days. He will teach others. He kept on remarking that I didn't seem shocked, and didn't seem to be shutting him out. I said that I believe in the possibility of everything. He just looked me right in the eyes for a second or five, then said, "yes, you really do." He said when it happens he's going to Oprah cause he feels she'll be receptive to it, though she won't like having to give up on all the religious figureheads that we use to name off our subconscious. I said I'd keep my ears open. He let me take his picture and said afterward when we meet again (he is quite sure that we will) that he'd let me take another. Wow, space child, you sure do pick 'em. Ahh, yes. Indeed I do.