HARMONY WITH YOKAI ANGELS ON MY PORTLAND TRIP LAST WEEK
Jul
4
IN TOUCH WITH ANOTHERSOURCE STREAM IN LIFE?
Yokai are these supernatural entities that are part of folklore in Japan. Mothers often use them to discipline their children. I am learning more about how I might promote them as part of my legacy for a more fulfilling life. In Japanese literature they are also the creators of mischief and the misfortunes in our life that we have to correct and from which we learn.
As the Portland trip unfolded, I didn’t send up prayers. I just dealt with whatever happened in the best way possible. It all started with being stopped by the police near Castle Rock on I-5 for speeding, but he didn’t give me a ticket. My guess is that we were all speeding, but I was a non-threat gray haired grandma who would be a good example for the other drivers speeding by.
Arriving at Portland’s Japanese Garden, it was so popular there was absolutely no parking. It first took a half hour of circling with no results. I finally decided to stop in the middle of one potential spot and wait with a couple cars behind me forming a line of waiting. Sure enough, within five minutes the car in front of where I was waiting pulled out and I was the one in position to take advantage.
By phone, Calvin Tanabe, my high school classmate, agreed to meet me at 12:30p at the MAYHO and CALVIN TANABE ticket gate. When it was time, I noticed my phone charge read “red”. The car charger had not worked as I had used the GPS for the three hours, all the way from Mercer Island for directions. I decided, I better not take the phone with me as Cal, a board member of the 12 acre garden, took me on a private tour.
Four hours later, ready to leave for Tualatin and Cousin Don’s house to stay the weekend, I tried to turn on my phone again. Now, it had gotten so hot in the car, it wouldn’t turn on until I had cooled the car down with the AC. When Maps showed again, it indicated it would take me 43 minutes to get to Tualatin and it was now rush hour. Therefore, I decided I better call them and write down their phone number and address in my notebook as I would likely have to stop at a gas station or business to get further directions because my phone charge was reading RED.
Forty five minutes later, I turned into their cul-de-sac, parked in front of their driveway and the phone blacked out!! I have no specific description for the Angels in my life, but I do believe there is a dimension beyond the reality of my five senses with Angel activity.
