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A funny thing happened on the Way to Nirvana ...
lobster
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in Mindfulness
A couple of days ago we were walking along a busy road, after all kinds of London incidents, describing 'He who must not be named' (Voldemort) Suddenly a great plume of dark smoke spread towards us. Immediately I knew it was a death eater.
A split second later, I realised it must be a terrorist incident.
Just in time I saw the source. Someone with an out of control exhaust, possibly an engine fire, nonchantly driving and spewing poisonous fumes ...
Phew! 
Later on after a long walk, I again mentioned Voldemort and nearly fell and twisted my ankle. Ay caramba! He really must not be named. 
Must learn the Expto-Petroleum spell before it is too late ... 
Any strange/wondrous events to share?
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No recent events. I will keep a look out.
I was thinking of a customer we hadn't seen far a very long time. She had been one of our daily regulars, and then her visits dropped off.
About an hour after I had been thinking of her, she came in.....
I had wanted a particular style of basket; just a right-sized one, to keep my eggs in, in the kitchen. I described it to my mother, who told me that was quite a tall order.... maybe I could find a basket-maker who would make me one.
I looked online, but couldn't find anyone local, or any workshops, art studios or restorers who would be able to help.
The following day, a young man came into the store to buy himself a shirt.
I explained the requirements should he need to bring the shirt back.
During the conversation, he happened to explain that he really needed a new shirt for an exhibition he was holding of his basket work....
He works about 10 miles away.
I've got his number, and will contact him when his exhibition is over. he told me it wouldn't pose a problem, and the cost won't be too high.....
When we were in Hawaii, we were a 5 hours time difference from home. So when it was 9am there, it was 4am at home, where my dad was. At breakfast in HI, my sister and I were talking about our dad and if we should call to ask his input about where to spread our grandma's ashes. A few minutes later, he called us, saying he woke up at 4am thinking about us. Apparently, he wanted his input
We went on our trip as a trip-of-a-lifetime with the 5 of us, my sister, my mom and my stepdad, thanks to their generous travel rewards that they shared. The biggest part of the trip for me was the opportunity to bring some of my grandma's ashes back to Hawaii. After she was cremated, I went to her house and took some of her ashes. Kidnapped her. I thought my mom might bring her back to HI, as they go twice a year. I never dreamed we'd be the ones to bring her. She was stationed in Hawaii with my grandpa in WWII. She never wanted to leave but my grandpa's family was here so he insisted they return. She never got back. We brought her back
That is my oldest, Eli. Most of us took just a bit and scattered her ashes in a way we wanted. He thought she might like to fly on the wind. My youngest, Calvin, didn't want to touch ashes, and opted to put my lei around the box the remainder of her ashes were in. It was an interesting moment. My mom and stepdad got married on the same beach. It was very much a feeling of doing the right thing, even though I felt a little guilty taking some of her ashes without telling anyone else.
My mother has a knack for knowing when people are going to phone her up. Quite a few times I've seen her glance up and say "my sister Elly is thinking of phoning me", and ten minutes later the phone would ring and it would be her.
My stepfather could tell you a few stories from the times he spent in Osho's ashram in India. The locals were convinced my stepdad was a kind of sorcerer, a yogi with special powers. Once he shouted at an Indian who was cycling past, and the man promptly fell off his bicycle and fled... as far as I know, the closest my stepfather came to yogic powers though was lucid dreaming, which he wrote a book about.
@Karasti, it would be nice that the bit of ashes you took, were her heart... In the right place.
Please don't think me disrespectful when looking at your son performing his ritual, I chanced to bring to mind the move "The Great Lebowski"....
You probably mean "The Big Lebowski", which is a fabulous film
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118715/fullcredits
@federica no disrespect or offense whatsoever. Love that movie!
@Kerome, I'm sorry, you're right, it is 'the Big....'
Idiot.
I even looked up the YouTube video, FGS....!
@Karasti, sounds as if we're both lacking in the pyto ... I mean, typo - department!
In case anyone is wondering ...
nothing extaodinary,but strange ,to me anyway.on occasion ,some laugh at me.i laugh too at myself,after the thought.another strange thing is some females has genuine smile towards me.which im amazed,because im fugly.my female friends like me,dispite being complicated.
I will be trying not to enter samadhi in case I get stuffed in a freezer, like Ashutosh Mahara ...
At the moment I have imaginary lamas and Buddhas in a closet. Never considered the freezer as a possible storage. The lagalities might be a problem and also the frozen peas would have to be moved.
The closet will have to do ...
It is the rug that ties us all together.