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Blessed Mistake
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On May 28, 2010, an experience happened which I can only explain as a “blessed mistake” or a “divine error.” This incident brought about something mysteriously wonderful, though not without much heart ache. It all began in the joyful expectations associated with visiting an acquaintance living in a neighboring country, but soon after touch down at a flight stop change over, events began to unfold which had me watching all these hopes and expectations ripped apart and thoroughly destroyed by forces and events far beyond my control. All this happened while still in Alaska, yet being the huge land area it is, it all began at a strange airport far from home; there I became witness to a crumbling reality made worse by a failure raging out of control like a forest fire. The stress, confusion and anguish left me with a broken heart; the whole experience was far more than I could possibly deal with. Later though the terrible crisis compelled me to make a choice, one which would cause me to see the similarity between the calamity and the familiar story of the Phoenix; from the ashes of a spiritual holocaust, left with a broken heart made unspeakably contrite, there were tears hidden by my hands, tears which in a single silent moment scattered rays of color as a brilliant beam of pure white high altitude sunlight lit up my eyes and hands an in that instant my life was touched in an experience associated with a later flight, a phenonmenon that brought me into a transcendental change high above the summit of the mountain pictured above. In an inexplicable instant, that brilliant ray of sunlight passed through the window of the later aircraft I was on and sparkled through the tears in my hands and eyes; not unlike the way a rainbow forms from the light of the sun passing through rain drops falling from a summer storm. In that instant I was touched with a peace and joy hard to describe. I rushed to grab my cell phone camera and took the above image. The image captures a truly rare view in time, for few ever see Mt. McKinley on a clear day and even fewer ever see it up close. I would wager that next to none would have a pilot flying on that day at that moment who was making his very first north bound Alaska flight, a flight which caused him to tour out of curiosity and in so doing, flew very close to Mt. McKinley and the beauty of the great Alaska interior. The beam of light that caused me to put my hands down and see the spectacular view accompanied with an explicable peace and joy so magnificent, now follows me even though a year has passed. I know little about the ways of the One who guides my steps but only that the view of the mountain has passed, yet the touch of Love eternal that reached me that day remains and continues to blossom now in the same magnificent way that brought this event. The moment has come and gone but the One who brought that moment remains forever. ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ Above is a discription of the blessing, but I havent explained the "mistake" that brought about the wonderful experience. Above is a description of an amazing event resulting from a mistake made preparing for a trip. Though I have detailed the wonderful aspect of the story, I have not explained the mistake. In preparation for the planned travel I was reminded to bring along my passport, which while packing at home, I stowed in my carry on bag. However, my wife and I bought our travel bags in Korea at one of the many street level markets found there; they were very good quality, lightweight and virtually identical.
I said goodbye to my wife and proceeded up to the security check point. I thought, I need to get my passport to show the security agent but as I stood before the agent's desk, I fumbled for my passport during a time when the flight was boarding, other people were behind me and my disorganized efforts to locate my passport were holding things up and making every one feel stressed out. The agent kindly asked for my tickets and said, “Your flight is booked to Anchorage, you don't need a passport to fly to Anchorage. Do you have your drivers license?” I reached for my wallet and took out my license and was let through to prepare for boarding.
I thought, “Where is my passport? Why couldn't I find it?” Then it occurred to me that I didn't have it in my pockets because I had packet it in my carry on bag. I stood there with my carry on bag and thought I should open it and take out the passport to put in my pocket, but the flight was boarding and I didn't have the time.
I landed in Anchorage where I was suppose to catch a change over flight where unbeknownst to me all my expectations were about to be suddenly cataclysmic change by the sovereign influence of Love divine that watches over me in ways far to amazing for me to understand. Taking my bag up to the observation deck where I could use my computer, I opened my carry on bag to get my passport, but it wasn't there. I made several thorough searches for it but it just wasn't there. What had happened? Where did it go? I remembered how carefully I packing everything so carefully and now I was totally perplexed. I know I made a deliberate effort to pack that passport I was told to bring. I remember very clearly stowing it in the net pockets on the center divider separating the two side of the bag.
I had an hour to think it through. After careful reconsideration, it all became clear as I realized what had happened; in my careful efforts to stow my passport if the carry on bag, I stowed it in an identical carry on bag belonging to my wife. This bag was used to put things in for the trip and extra items for travel that I wouldn't need, because they were simply duplicates of what I had put in my wife's bag along with the passport . My wife's bag was stored in a storage facility where all our extra household items we didn't need were kept and it was in this storage facility that my passport remained securely locked up with keys only I carried.
I informed my acquaintance about the problem which he was shocked to hear. He asked if my wife could drive quickly to the storage facility and put it on the next flight bound for Anchorage but this wouldn’t work for two reasons, one was I was the only one with keys and two there were no flights that would make it in time before the Air Canada flight left.
How can an error or mistake wind up being something good? Writing this page for me is pure ecstasy for in so doing it brings complete closure to events which have left me battling quandaries resulting from last years appointment with beings that wrestles in a darkness that waits to open it gaping jaws once they reenter the realm where storms are controlled by a Word they do not know. ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩ∞ΑΩΩ Upon landing, my wife came to get me at the airport in Fairbanks. The midnight sun was shinning bright as she inquired as to where all my luggage had gone. In my exhaustion, I simply told her, "I don't know, I just want to go home." So home we went and in the bright peace of the brilliant evening sky, she helped me make a bed with jackets and items of cloths to cover up with. It was the most wonderful bed I had even slept in. At the moment my head touched the pillow I was touched by a loving hand and in the silence the final miracle of the day came upon me. As the warm sun light shined over the earth's northern pole only the the memory of the ray of Light remains. From that moment on, after laying down to dream, there is nothing of meaning or value to remember, for whatever happened after I went to sleep has now slipped into the realm of forgotten memories. “It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge only goes back to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.” ∞
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