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Dear Editors,
In January 1994 I was on my way to give a treatment to an old friend
on a Sunday morning early and was getting on to the highway near
Sarnia bridge when I saw a young man standing as if looking for
a lift. He could have been about 20-25 ÷ short brownish hair, sparkling
white shirt and blue denims. It flooded through my mind that he
didn't stand 'an earthly' to get a lift at that time of the morning
(and I never give lifts) but I had all of a sudden put my foot on
the brake and looking through the rear mirror saw him taking big
strides towards me. How did he know I was going to stop? When he
got into the car I told him that I was not going into Durban, but
where I turned off on Musgrave Road he'd have a better chance for
a lift. He put his head sideways and smiled and said that he was
also heading for the same road.
I told him that it was quite a way to go and I'd tell him a story
to occupy the travelling time. Being an ardent reader of Share International
since its early years in 1982, of course I had to tell him about
Lord Maitreya, the Christ, getting lifts in Australia and then disappearing
out of the cars ÷ and was he aware of the fact that Christ was walking
among us again? I was given a lovely smile as a reply to my question.
Then I said: "What would you do if that situation had happened to
you?" Another smile ÷ no comment ÷ and I followed by saying: I would
freak out!
We were turning in to Musgrave Road by then and my friend was there
waiting for me at the shopping centre. (I had mentioned briefly
that I was on my way to be used as a healing instrument and that
was why I was on the road so early in the morning). Just before
he got out of the car he ever so lightly touched my left knee and
gave me a "blessing" for the healing to be done. Wow! I nearly stalled
the car and my tummy did a double somersault. I couldn't believe
my ears. We got out of the car and our eyes met over the roof, and
he said thank-you and started walking away on the pavement towards
the Methodist Church and then disappeared before my eyes after watching
him intently.
Now who could that have been is my question. I've not been the same
since then and feel shy to talk about it.
Buddy Irwin, Pinetown, Kwazulu, Natal, South Africa.
(published
June 1995)
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