It was a summer night on a blue moon (the second full moon in a month, happens every two to three years. It is said that a blue moon has more power then a regular full moon.)

I was told by a Babalao (an African priest I see) that I should make an offering to Ochun (the goddess of the river) as she takes care of me. Because he knows there aren’t a lot of rivers in LA he sent me to the ocean as all rivers end in the ocean.

I planned it all out, and invited one of my best friend, who is a Christian but has an open mind. I told her to shower before we went and to wear white. We both did that. We planned to drive to Arizona that weekend to have a personal reading with the Babalao, so we drove from LA to San Diego. Stopped on a beach near there.

As we …