Vision Story 3

October 12, 2001

We pulled into an acquaintance's driveway and an S.U.V. (sport

utility vehicle) was parked there. As soon as I laid eyes on it I

had one of those visions: I saw it parked in our own driveway and it

was ours. I didn't say anything because I kind of wanted to see what

would happen if I didn't. Not even thinking of it again until

several days later, my partner brought it up by saying, "Hey, you

know, 'he' has decided to sell his car. It has four-wheel drive and

with the baby coming...." Upon hearing that, I got one of those big

grins on my face and my partner knew right away that I had already

"seen" it.

Since I was busy growing a baby inside me, I decided to let the

guys handle all the car details as far as determining the price,

changing the title, and all that. It wasn't long before a little

makeshift contract was placed before me, already signed by my partner

and "him." I signed on the line and off we drove, giddy, in our new

used car.

I'm not sure how much time went by. It wasn't too much time, but

the baby was born, life was good at the cabin and all was fine. That

is, except for the car. It was having real difficulties. We took it

in to a mechanic who charged us a whole bunch of money to tell us it

was going to cost us more than the value of the car to fix it. Hmm.

What happened next was such a drag. Here we were, living very

simply in the snow-covered forest with a newborn, our four-wheel

drive vehicle wasn't operating and we were still making payments plus

interest to "him." I wrote him a letter telling him what had happened

and I asked him to give us a break on the payments. Nothing doing.

We thought that perhaps a parts store could salvage whatever was

still working on the car but when we called several of them up, they

said no. When we told them how much we had paid for it, each one

apologized to us. They all said it wasn't worth the price. We had

been had. To make matters worse, we were starting to think that

perhaps "he" knew about the faulty engine before he sold us the car.

Finally, a junkyard would give us fifty bucks for it, but only if we

got it down the mountain to them. In the meantime, "he" had

threatened to sue us if we didn't pay and also threatened to contact

the credit bureau if we didn't pay soon.

This ordeal threw me into confusion. "The vision came true all

right, but look what happened! And what about this guy? After all,

he is supposed to be spiritual! He goes to satsang religiously and

does lots of yoga. He is a major environmentalist and he's a vegan!

[incredulous] This isn't how it's supposed to be! [brewing]

Ohhhh. I know......this must be all my partner's fault because I had

left it up to him to handle it. [fuming pause] No......it must be all

MY fault because I left it up to my partner to handle it!"

Confusion is hell, isn't it?

It took a long time for the whole thing to resolve, but once it

did, it was resolved on all levels. It took long enough for us to

go completely broke and long enough for me to get old enough to

receive the remaining portion of the inheritance so that I could

finally pay off the car guy. I can't even describe the depth of

relief I experienced when I wrote him that final check. It was done

deliberately, with grace, and remarkably, with love. Know why?

Because I finally realized that it was I who had been such a moron

all along! The "awful guy" who sold us that "awful car" was, in

Reality, my best, best Friend in disguise. I realized that I had

been a complete fool in believing that he actually was what I was

thinking he was, when all along it was my Beloved teasing me.

A footnote: We received a thank-you note from "him" along with an

invitation to come visit anytime.

October 13, 2001

Dear Kheyala:

You are to be congratulated on solving the riddle of non-dualist

economics. It sounds kind of like he managed to get out of some

karma with the car and you managed to pay off some karma from

somewhere. Your enlightened viewpoint serves you well and as you

already know you will always have all you need.

It is interesting that "he" was not in the vision about the suv.

Perhaps just owning a car was not sufficient juice to empower such a

vision but the entire episode was a big enough life experience to

trigger it.

An interesting story.

Love

Bobby G.

-- In , "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> We pulled into an acquaintance's driveway and an S.U.V. (sport

utility vehicle) was parked there. As soon as I laid eyes on it I

had one of those visions: I saw it parked in our own driveway and it

was ours. I didn't say anything because I kind of wanted to see what

would happen if I didn't. Not even thinking of it again until

several days later, my partner brought it up by saying, "Hey, you

know, 'he' has decided to sell his car. It has four-wheel drive and

with the baby coming...." Upon hearing that, I got one of those big

grins on my face and my partner knew right away that I had

already "seen" it.

> Since I was busy growing a baby inside me, I decided to let the

guys handle all the car details as far as determining the price,

changing the title, and all that. It wasn't long before a little

makeshift contract was placed before me, already signed by my partner

and "him." I signed on the line and off we drove, giddy, in our new

used car.

> I'm not sure how much time went by. It wasn't too much time,

but the baby was born, life was good at the cabin and all was fine.

That is, except for the car. It was having real difficulties. We

took it in to a mechanic who charged us a whole bunch of money to

tell us it was going to cost us more than the value of the car to fix

it. Hmm.

> What happened next was such a drag. Here we were, living very

simply in the snow-covered forest with a newborn, our four-wheel

drive vehicle wasn't operating and we were still making payments plus

interest to "him." I wrote him a letter telling him what had

happened and I asked him to give us a break on the payments. Nothing

doing. We thought that perhaps a parts store could salvage whatever

was still working on the car but when we called several of them up,

they said no. When we told them how much we had paid for it, each

one apologized to us. They all said it wasn't worth the price. We

had been had. To make matters worse, we were starting to think that

perhaps "he" knew about the faulty engine before he sold us the car.

Finally, a junkyard would give us fifty bucks for it, but only if we

got it down the mountain to them. In the meantime, "he" had

threatened to sue us if we didn't pay and also threatened to contact

the credit bureau if we didn't pay soon.

> This ordeal threw me into confusion. "The vision came true

all right, but look what happened! And what about this guy? After

all, he is supposed to be spiritual! He goes to satsang religiously

and does lots of yoga. He is a major environmentalist and he's a

vegan! [incredulous] This isn't how it's supposed to be!

[brewing] Ohhhh. I know......this must be all my partner's fault

because I had left it up to him to handle it. [fuming pause]

No......it must be all MY fault because I left it up to my partner to

handle it!" Confusion is hell, isn't it?

>

> It took a long time for the whole thing to resolve, but once it