Roadside Chats (9) 29/3/15
Pink splashes through the Camper windows. As I drift toward wakefulness I hear my wairua;
A big wave
I feel very happy. My time with Elle up the Wakamarina Valley, and my decision to buy the cottage fill me with joy. I notice it’s not ‘my’ joy, it’s ‘our’ joy. I dance cheek to cheek with the Godspark! There are other sayings. One in particular draws me; ‘There’s a future emotional hole you’ve got to stand up in.’
As I walk to the beach the sky turns from pink to orange. I can see why the Maori call this place Rarangi. Ra is the Maori word for the sun. Rangi is the word for Sky Father. The sunrise is breathtaking.
The sun shimmers as it climbs ever higher above the horizon. I feel a deep sense of wonder. When the sunrise finally fades I decide to return to the Camper. As I turn to go I notice four small objects floating across the sky. I’m puzzled. What could they be? As they drift ever closer I make out they are tiny hot air balloons. I can see the light of minuscule candles beneath them. One lands near me. I pick it up. It’s pink with Asian writing. I decide to take it to Christchurch to show my grandchildren.
I look up and see three Asians jogging towards me. They are waving. They tell me it is they who have released the hot air balloons. They explain February the 28th is the beginning of the Asian Lunar New Year. It’s a Chinese New Year tradition to let off hot air balloons. They have good news: as the finder of the balloon, I will receive prosperity, harmony and a long life. I thank them for the blessing and say I would particularly welcome prosperity right now. I’ve just put in an offer on a small cottage up the Wakamarina Valley. The offer is $5,000 less than the asking price. I’m waiting for a response.
The Koreans are hopeful. They believe I will receive the prosperity I wish for. I bow to them and resume my walk to the Camper. I’m beginning to feel hungry. I’ve barely walked 10 metres when my cell phone cheeps. It’s an email from the real estate agent. My offer is accepted! I quickly call back the Koreans. We gather in a circle. I tell them my prosperity has come very quickly! We are all excited.
I ring Elle and share the good news. We buzz with excitement. Now we can make plans.
After the call I slowly eat my muesli. Bit by bit I come to grips with what has happened. My offer has been accepted. I have a writer’s cottage. I’m amazed by the timing of the balloons and the message of the Asians. I text Elle: ‘It’s the Asian Lunar New Year… the moon is a symbol of the Sacred Feminine… it’s almost as if the Goddess has set this whole thing up! J Elle text’s back; ‘She has!’ I reply; ‘I know!’
Over the day I reflect further on synchronicity. I wonder if my recent meeting with Adriane is an example of such a divine connection.
Two days ago I stay overnight in the DOC Camp up the Wakamarina Valley. Before I leave I walk to the loo. Crossing the wide green camping area I notice a tall bearded man drying a tent. I wonder if this could be an opportunity to turn a stranger into a friend. I walk over.
As we talk I sense a connection. Adriane is also sensing connection. He tells me there are other camps he could have stayed at but he felt guided to Butchers Flat. He feels our meeting is a meant-to-be.
Adriane is American. He’s served in Iraq. I sense his gentle strength. He seems a man with potential. He tells me he’s a Rastafarian. I tell him I know very little about Rastafarians but I’ve listened to the music of Bob Marley, Peter Tosh and Sinead O’Connor. I say I like the idea of ‘throw down Babylon.’ I understand ‘Babylon’ to be the system that imprisons us in the materialistic and secular values of the dominant culture.
I share a little of my experience of the Self. The Self is consistently on the side of ‘throw down Babylon.’ ‘God-within’ always seeks to liberate us from the collective norms & thinking which limit our freedom.
I ask Adriane what Rastafarian’s call the spark of Gods life within us. Adrian says ‘I and I.’
I and I
Roadside Blessings – Kevin