I left our meeting and drove off to attend a birthday party of a friend. The cars were lined up and down each side of the street as I approached my friend’s house, but straight ahead at the curve, right in front of her house, was a large open space. The perfect spot. Someone must have just left, I thought. As I slowed to begin maneuvering to park, a voice in my head said, “Don’t park here.” At this time in my life, I had not yet given much credence to the dynamic of intuition, and I dismissed this instruction immediately. Of course I would park here. It was the obvious place to park!
As I turned off the vehicle, it began rain a light sprinkle. It hadn’t rained in several months. Nothing new in this dry, dusty climate. The light rain combined with the dust on the roads and sidewalks would mean easy slippage. I watched my step on the way up to the party.
About an hour into the party I got a call. It was the Prescott Police. They read my phone number that was still scrawled on the back windshield of my van. They asked if I could come outside to where they were, next to my van, which, they informed me, had just been involved in a hit-and-run.
I went outside, the sprinkle had turned to a downpour. The police asked if I had any idea who might have done this. Someone called the police department when they heard the collision. We all three stood there looking at what had been my lovely van. It had been pushed 10 feet up the road and halfway into the yard. The entire right side was totaled. The gypsy girl would have to keep up her search for her Westie and I would be traveling on a lot less money than anticipated.
When I told another friend at the party what had just happened, her eyes widened and she said, “I was going to park there when I arrived, but something told me not to and I drive down the road and parked in another spot.”
All in all, nothing was really lost. Good things came from losing my van. I discovered a depth of kindness from a couple of acquaintances I might not have discovered if this incident had not occurred. The lost $2K was quickly forgotten as life continued to carry me forward on the wings of its ongoing providence.
At that time period in my life, I was still agreeing to bondage by the popular and conventional empirical world view. You know, the view that believes that it’s not real if you can’t see it and measure it, and there exist no unseen benevolent force available to one’s individual mind.
This lesson added itself to one of many until the day the scale would tip and I would forced to be reckon myself with the truth of being able to rely on the power of intuitive guidance.