Many years ago as a young man in my late 20s I worked in the back country of South Island,
New Zealand. I would often go out for a day's hunting and on one occasion I was caught in the
dark as I made my way back to camp in the bush. I was suddenly "impulsed" to stop and sit down.
This I did and then felt around on the ground for a stone which I tossed out in front of me. I
was shocked when the stone took eight or 10 seconds before it landed, and I realized I was
sitting on the top of a cliff. One more step and I would have gone over. There have been several
instances in my life when I have felt 'someone' was watching over me. Was it my Guardian Angel
who stopped me from going over the cliff?
On 4 December 1996, as on every Wednesday, I was going to meet my friends of the Transmission Meditation group in Ljubljana. Not far from my home, I noticed an old gentleman standing by the road as if he was in need of some help. I stopped the car and asked him to get in. Only then did I notice that there was something wrong with his legs. He could move them only slowly and with pain. He was wearing a brown jacket, brown trousers and gloves. On his feet he had special shoes for disabled people.
During the ride, the man gazed steadily in front of him, and we did not talk a lot. However, I will never forget meeting him because he radiated a very unique calmness and beauty. Not knowing why, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of tenderness, happiness, lightness, serenity and joy, a wonderful feeling of peace and joyfulness. I looked at him several times, from the side, and I know I have never seen such beautiful blue eyes before.
The place where he was headed was in the opposite direction from mine; however I took him
there and I would have been willing to take him anywhere he wished. When we got there, it took
him some time to get out of the car and to thank me, saying he would never forget it. I wonder
who that man was? Could you please tell me.
Sixteen months ago our daughter was involved in a car accident which claimed her life. For five days she was on a life-support system. It was during this time that I would take time out from sitting by her side to take a short walk and stand on a cliff and look out to sea. It was peaceful, and time to gather my thoughts and pray for guidance to help me through the tragedy that was unfolding.
It was during one of these many walks, and standing looking out to sea, that I noticed a man
standing alongside me.
An ordinary Master
In July 1996 I was cycling back home after running errands, when I spotted another cyclist coming from the opposite direction. He seemed very ordinary, wearing glasses and a sports cap but what struck me was the broad grin on his face (as if he was very pleased with himself). Because he kept looking straight at me, and I did not recognize him as someone I knew, I greeted him with a shy nod. At the same time I asked myself why on earth a complete stranger should salute me so explicitly. Then — in a flash — it reminded me of the many letters in Share International and I looked back to see if perhaps he had disappeared ... and indeed he had!
At the most, five seconds after the cyclist passed me he seemed to have vanished into thin
air. Or did he simply turn into a bystreet or the slope of a house? I am very anxious to get
your opinion, but if this should be one of the Masters, he could have fooled anyone with his
very ordinary appearance.