Do our souls know each other before we're born? Does the universe send us signs through license plate numbers? Is Barney Rubble the yang to my yin? What's the acceptable number of napkins to take from Taco Bell? Am I going batshit crazy? Does God care if I swear? What is God? These are the questions one perplexed woman asks after a spontaneous online date leads her on a spiritual odyssey that includes motorcycles, drag queens, psychics, orgasms, aliens, a frozen dead guy, and a cow named Helen.
What she finds is an unexpected, hippie dippy awareness of who she really is.
Of who we all are.
About the Author: Julie Rasmussen is a potty-mouthed artificial blonde, former president of a cartoonist's company, and member of Mensa.
Sometime in the early 90s, between drinking Zimas and stealing food from the cafeteria, she got a Journalism degree and later spent years working in the newspaper business.
She lives in Colorado with her sons.
This is her true story.
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Red Renegade Press I didn't believe any of this hippie dippy bullshit either: a skeptic's awakening to the spiritual universe, paperback/julie rasmussen
