well i must confess i am one hell of a lucky guy, made the leap into the void, putting it all behind me now, i got my little peace and sanctuary, my life, is mine, i'm only in financial debt but my spiritual debts are paid up and spilling over in fullness.
my karma broker is a sexy looking lady who occasionally will pay me a visits and let me know how i am doing, she's always looking quite official in some sort of power dressing way, you would think she is the chairperson of some huge off shore banking corporation, italian heels, designer accessories, deep blood red nail polish and immaculate make up, her hair is always tightly swept back close to her scalp, and she has very kissable lips. it's the first thing i think about when she calls in or i visit her. 
i was in my swimming shorts and my torn old tee shirt, working in the garden when she drove up in some sort of black sporty car, rolling stones blaring out from harman kardon speakers, base pumping that funky line on emotional rescue, i join in on the 'you will be mine' part, mimicking jagger and strutting around the garden with my rake. she smiles teeth that are perfect.
'okay mission, thought i'd check in with you, touch base chakras.'
'all my chakras are at your disposal.'
we wander inside mission control, 'very nice mission, wow, love the rug, nice art to.'
'so you have time for a coffee or cold drink, i can make you a perfectly delicious healthy smoothie.'
she declines and both of us sit down to share a nice big fat spliff, the birds start chirping.
'so what's new?'
she informs me i'm all good, runs some diagnostics and tells me i have to spend more time with my friends, and that i really should be a little more open socially, apparently i have to let people love me.'
'fuck! you have my work cut out for me don't ya?
'yes that's why this is a personal visit mission.'
i'm puzzled for a moment and then a grin brakes out.
'let love in,' i whisper.