I have become obsessed with Nostradamus. My meeting with him was quite strange. He is perhaps the most direct person I have ever met. In court everything is smiles and subterfuge. Nostradamus is none of that. He is direct. Blunt. And yet I had the distinct sense that he wasn’t telling me something. The see’er who doesn’t see? The see’er who doesn’t tell? He left me quite puzzled.
Was there something important I must know? Why wait? Certainly he is not a timid or precautions man! I have no idea how to find him again, yet I feel I must. I suspect he has news I won’t like hearing. Are we to go blindly through this life? I believe in the power of knowledge. I should know whatever it is that he wants to tell me yet for some reason cannot.