Growing up, I had a desperate need to feel significant, a need that stayed with me throughout my marriage. After my husband's death, I went on a search for roots and purpose, and thought I had found them in New Age and occult doctrines. By the age of 39, I was a published numerologist, enjoying the novelty of being sought out for my expertise. That path has long since been abandoned, but memories still linger of how my vulnerability led me to believe in a lie that I persuaded others to buy into as well. It was never my intention to lead anyone astray. I was just sincerely wrong.