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10/05/2005 9:50:19 AM

Just Say Yes

I was having dinner one evening at Michael's in Sunnyvale.  The 
waitress was a young lady, apparently 18 or 19 years old.  My 
entree of choice was steamed lobster.  When the waitress brought 
the lobster it was whole, and the usual nutcracker, picks and 
forks were beside the plate.  I looked at it and thought, "That 
lobster will be delicious, but I will have to do a lot of work to 
get at all the meat."  

"Would you like me to crack the lobster for you?" the waitress 
asked.  

I thought, "It would be interesting to see how she handles it and 
how far she gets.  Lobster can be very messy."  

To the waitress I said, "Yes, thank you."  

Over the next minute or two I watched one of the best shows I 
have ever seen.  The waitress quickly, smoothly, and efficiently 
cracked every shell and extracted every muscle.  In no time at 
all there was a pile of hot, sumptuous lobster meat on my plate, 
and a pile of dry lobster shell on her tray.  No meat clung to 
the shell, it was completely dry.  She as like a machine in her 
precision.  It all happened so fast that I was amazed by her 
skill.  I had been served by a master.  

Appearances can be deceiving.  While I had perceived a woman who 
could be little more than a child, and expected no gift other than 
getting the order right, she turned out to have amazing hidden 
talent.  I was too astonished to ask her where she learned the 
skill of cracking lobster, but that is immaterial.  She had 
turned out to be a master, and I ate my dinner in awe and 
admiration.  


10/05/2005 9:36:21 AM

Thoughts held in mind produce after their kind.  

Last Sunday a group of us were at Edwene Gaines' seminar at the 
First Church of Religious Science in Oakland.  We knew we wanted 
to take a freeway and get to the Bay Bridge to return to San 
Francisco.  As we came down the hill and hit Broadway, we turned 
downtown.  Freeways loomed in the distance before us, but none 
appeared to be nearby.  In the back of my mind, I thought a 
freeway entrance might have been closer had we gone the other 
way.  

As we cruised down Broadway, we crossed MacArthur Boulevard.  I 
pointed it out, thinking that MacArthur might have a freeway 
approach nearby.  But none was apparent, and we kept going down 
Broadway.  

Margaret noticed that a freeway crossed Broadway ahead of us, so 
we all looked for an on ramp.  The freeway had an off ramp, 
which we had used to get onto Broadway coming out from San 
Francisco, but there was no on ramp.  

I remembered that if we went all the way down to 5th Street 
we could parallel a freeway there and find an on ramp.  

At 18th Street Lorie pointed out the freeway running parallel 
to us on the right, and we turned right to meet it.  I thought 
that if this failed we could go on to West Oakland and pick up 
a bridge approach there.  As we went down 18th Street it became 
apparent that we had made the right choice.  A freeway on ramp 
appeared before our eyes.  

Once we were on the freeway we followed signs pointing to San 
Francisco, and after a couple of lane changes and an interchange 
we were on familiar ground, approaching the Bay Bridge.  

How did all of this work?  We used no map.  We did not know the 
names of the freeways or where the on ramps would be.  We did not 
quit and rent a room in Oakland when the first attempts to find 
a freeway entrance proved fruitless.  We persisted, looking for 
freeways and then on ramps, until we found the right combination.  
Then we watched for signs to show us the way to San Francisco.  

It was a winning strategy, and the Universe revealed the 
information we needed when we needed it.  We persisted, and we 
prevailed.  The freeways had a plan which we did not know, but 
which worked for our benefit.  

Is this a silly story?  Perhaps it looks silly because the goal 
seemed trivial.  But in the Infinite Possibility of the Universe 
all things are trivial.  If we trust the Universe to guide us, 
our goals are accomplished easily and effortlessly.  

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