There has been a long sequence of seemingly meaningful synchronicity unfolding for my senses and I am currently unable to express many of the details due to the large amount of descriptive writing which would be necessary. In the past I would accept the challenge and the practice of marking my experiences helped me to clarify and understand the field of activity of my past and present life. But the past month, since returning from Urbana, I have been in deep recovery mode, both for body and mind. I am taking it easy, relaxing, smiling a lot.
Today as I was walking to the Jewel Tree at the Pier thoughts of the Pink Angel appeared and my mind asked the question "I wonder where the Pink Angel is?" and "I wonder how the Pink Angel is doing, I have not seen an offering of hers in weeks?" It continued with "Maybe the Pink Angel is gone....left the earth." Feelings of loss skimmed quickly and then vanished. It was a deliciously classic autumn day, gray sky, light rain, wind, with pleasant warmth still in the air to mix with the scent of wet decaying leaves. I was having difficulty suppressing the joyous sensations which arose with the passing of each dropping leaf. I felt the desire to walk all day but knew I could not.
When I arrived at the Jewel Tree I saw a colorful offering at the base of the tree. I stopped short of the tree in my usual place and made mind offerings and then I approached the tree to drop the rice and before dropping the rice I gazed at the Pink Angel's exquisite offering, an offering so beautiful which no God could refuse. Violet and white flowers formed an outer circular ring with red rose petals scattered outside and along side it. Inside the ring was another, thicker ring, and this was composed of exotic, unknown materials colored like a red velvet rainbow. Within this ring was the sacred circle, from which a Buddha's hand fruit emerged, seemingly from the soil of the earth. The fruit was 8 inches in length and standing on end, bright yellow with the signature fingers emerging upwards to the Jewel Tree and the slick gray sky. I felt blessings emanating from this most special offering and placed my hands together in gratitude. I thought of the intense experience of just two nights ago and wondered if that event and this one were somehow connected.
I would like to write about the experience of two nights ago but it will require detailed writing so I will put it off for another day. What I can now reveal is that the dream I wrote about a few months ago, where I was in a park relaxing and a number of demons approached and made me the target of their ill intent, this dream materialized two nights ago, with many similarities between dream and non-dream: The lead-in to the demons approach, the interaction with the demons, and the conclusion of the drama parallel each other in mirror-like ways. It was one of those moments you read about in adventure books of solitary wanderers, when the character must face physical threats to health and safety. I did not know at the time, obviously, what the outcome would be, but I knew in the moment the chances of my being robbed and seriously harmed were higher than in the usual routine of day to day moments. Because I am here now writing about it you know that I survived the event and not only that, of the many possible outcomes which could have occurred I was given a benign one which makes me think such things as 1) I was lucky, and 2) I was VERY lucky.