Okay, here goes -
In the fall of 2014 I was living in half a dining room in Brooklyn, NY. I was desperately trying to "make it work". One night, around 6pm in early December, I heard a clicking noise as I crossed the government plaza in downtown Brooklyn. I was looking for an address in an unfamiliar area and it was already night. The clicking slowly entered my awareness and I finally looked around to see what it was. A very tiny woman looked at me and said "Ah, you don't like that!" She clicked some more and probably hissed a bit. I'm familiar with the range of people in New York and refocused on finding my destination. Finally, I went into a Starbucks to ask directions. The women at the counter were helpful. Suddenly, the tiny woman was at my side. The barristas thought she was a customer, but she was clicking at me again. Then she turned and walked out of the Starbucks.
The barristas were confused, I shrugged it off to them, but I've been wondering ever since what drew her to me. There are many Caribbean communities in that part of Brooklyn. I don't consider myself evil, in fact I have a sturdy constitution and come from two families that are strong, determined, humane, humorous and clever. I often extend myself to other people, build self esteem and speak out against bullying and prejudice.
After this encounter, I found an incredible apartment just as my dining room rental was ending. Then everything tanked. The realtor I was working with tried to extort $2000 and my roommate moved out when I was out of town. He took crazy things like laundry soap, tea and vitamins, as well as irreplaceable notes on insights from studying different disciplines and working with clients. I spent the next year fighting the realtor in court. The NYC police played games with me and wasted 6 weeks of my time not going after my roommate.
Needless to say, 2015 was crazy. The realtor took me to court accusing me of writing bad checks. I tried to find an advocate, but was told the court would sort it out. I blew through my savings to cover rent, could not focus on work or relationships. In October, I finally found pro bono legal help. The realtor, an egotistical bully, finally painted himself into a corner and as of May 2016, I think I'm "safe" from legal harassment. The dust is setting and I am rebuilding, but WOW! Was it Saturn-Jupiter, or did this little woman see an entity on me? Am I clear of it? If not, how do I get clear of it? What did the clicking mean?
Helpful insights only, please!