Two months ago I attended a Psychic Night. I hoped to connect with a few friends that had passed away all of a sudden. Tomy surprise, my granny Angela, who had died 30 years before, came through instead. She told me to not to skip lunch, to eat properly and ... that Brighton was what I needed for my project. No details, just Brighton. At the time I was still creating my logo and new website. What I had come up with was a hexagonal mission patch with a silver space shuttle, but it didn't feel right.
Without much hope, I walked to the Brighton Buddhist Centre. I strolled around the reception area and the library, soaking up the vibrant energy of the place and combing the rooms for a clue.
Eventually I approached the receptionist. "Hi. I had the intuition to come to Brighton to pick up ideas for my website, but so far I've found nothing. Do you have somebody I can talk to?"
As this was my life and not a scene from a film, she said, wide-eyed, "No, sorry, but you can join the Centre."