8/2/09 Bear Valley

An afternoon concert.  Di Wu is playing Rachmaninoff 2.  That will give her a chance to show her dramatic side.  People who have been coming to the festival for many years,  and there are lots of them,  remember when Olga played "Rocky 2."  She knocked it out of the ball park.  Olga was dramatic.  Very.  

The orchestra played "Schumann 1"  The Bear Valley Orchestra is excellent and they improve as the season moves on.  I'm a fan of Schumann 1.  Very stirring music.  I'm on the edge of my seat, listening to the play of instruments.  

During intermission,  I was looking for a table to sit and eat my snack.  I bring what's left of my a.m. coffee mixed with cocoa in a water bottle and a graham cracker or two.  There was the gentleman that I sat with at the pops concert.  He invited me to sit with him and I gave him a graham cracker.  We were just chatting at first.  Then I asked him if he'd ever experienced a miracle and he said yes.

Ron's Miracle:  Ron married his high school sweetheart.  They went to college together. They had a child together.  Suddenly one day,  she told him that she didn't love him anymore and she left him with a baby girl.  He was devestated.  He thought about dropping out of school which would have meant being drafted and he didn't believe in war.  He decided to go to Canada.  He was going to walk.  I'm not sure why.  Luckily he agreed to tell the story for our camera.  He was walking along a railroad track and thinking that he wasn't usually the type to run away.  

Suddenly he heard a noise.  A big noise like a herd of horses.   He looked and saw a huge white horse.  The horse crossed his path and then went back in the direction from which he came.   He blinked and the horse was gone.  He started back.  Sometimes facing the hard times make the future sweet and easier.  

He finished school as a lawyer.  Succeeded as a single father.  Married the love of his life.  

After the concert,  Luke and I went to Randy and Gloria's "Annual Margarita Party."  Here's another miracle.  Nat told me that Eric Pearl's healing energy as delivered by Nicole--would go to the place where it was most needed.  I haven't been able to drink alcohol for some time.  Not because I don't enjoy an occasional drink,  but because my body wasn't able to process the alcohol.  So. .  I didn't plan to drink any of Randy's yummy margaritas.  When I got into the house,  Luke asked me if I wanted to kind of sip on a margarita just not to stand out.

I said yes.  When the drink got into my hand,  I knew that whatever had been bothering me was healed,  and I drank two just to be sure.  I didn't feel drunk or even high.  What was wrong?  What healed? What's the difference.

We had fun greeting old friends and meeting new ones.  

We usually leave among the last party goers.   We left among the middle ones because we wanted to check our computers--e-mail,  Durga,  word games and . . . . catch up with blog.

We got to the Lodge of Darkness--for once in darkness.  I sat down to work and there was Ron--of this afternoon's miracle recitation.  That's never an accident.   It was his last night,  and I decided to talk with him .  You always have to make choices in life. 

Without going through our entire conversation,  I'll get to the amazing part.  

He told me that he wasn't religious in anyway,  that he was very spiritual in no particular tradition.  He retired from a successful law practice to help nurse his wife through the last three years of a difficult illness.  We talked about mom and Ava Maria,  his late wife.  

Then he shared a story which took place in the late 70's in California.   Ava talked him into meeting with a gentleman that he thought of as a Rimpochet.   As he began to discribe this meeting,  I suspected  . . . .  Everyone presented this man a fruit or flower . . . He didn't expect anything or even want anything to happen.  When his turn came,  he kneeled down and presented his little orange.  The person hit him with a wand of peacock feathers and he felt a bolt of lightening go through his spine.  

The person was the Siddha Saint,  Baba Muktananda,  my own teacher from the long ago and far away.  I was stunned.  I come to Bear Valley and meet a nice man.  He shares a miracle with me and then we find out what we really have in common.