Years ago a fortune teller told me they’d come. I was at Garibaldi Days, drunk and with a woman who believed in all that kind of stuff. She did a lot of those woo-woo meditation things; I was crazy for her. Then she went off to one of those naked retreat places and wrote me a letter saying how we were on different paths and she had to follow her bliss. I damn near died. If that fortune teller knew, I’m glad he didn’t tell me `cause I would’ve stayed with her to the last minute, anyway. I don’t think we’re built to see too far in the future. A year ago last May was the first time I saw their lights. Little glowing bubbles like the fairy in the Wizard of Oz. They didn’t do nothing, just buzzed around and left. I felt all fizzy inside. Now they come around all the time. It’s not at all like you hear. They don’t do none of that probing stuff, and they talk straight into your mind instead of your ears. They say we’re the parrot birds of the universe, known for our colors, but we’re too wild to mess with. We’re like a science experiment to them. They’re waiting to see if we make it or not, but they can’t see in the future any better than we can. When that fortune teller said I had signs in my hands, that I’m called a Starseed, I just laughed. But they said they tracked me from way out in space, that I’ve got a strong signal. Sometimes I look out and wonder how many of us stand underneath these stars, our hands shining, our hearts beaming out invites over the light years. Jesus talked about the many mansions in God’s kingdom, but the travelers showed me what he meant. Look out there yourself. You can see them spinning like cotton candy, like the rides at Garibaldi Days all lit up and waiting for us.