I once lived in a small coastal community. One afternoon I sat near the railroad. I saw a man and a woman. They had no home and I invited them to live with me. Soon, they found a nice little house and a good job for the man. I went to the city. When summer came, I was tired of the city. I decided to hitchhike to the little town to visit my new friends. A car stopped. The driver was a middle-aged businessman. I sat in the front seat. The man asked where I was going. I told him and learned that he was also going there. We chatted and the man asked me where I had lived. I had lived in many places. I began to list them. I mentioned a town in south-east Texas and he informed me that he was there once, on holiday from Quebec. He was involved in an automobile collision and his car was severely damaged. The woman who caused the accident, invited him to stay at her house. She paid for his car's repair and told him that her husband was out of town. They had a brief love affair. He remembered her thirteen year old son, because the boy was a gifted artist. I asked for the boy's name. I had been at school together with this boy. The driver and I, became uneasy. We approached our destination and he asked where my friend's house was. I told him the address and he began to laugh. He was going to the next house. My friend had the same name as the boy in Texas. My friend's wife had the same name as the boy's mother. When I told the driver, he looked concerned. Neither of us spoke another word. However, the coincidences did not end. I can suggest a book about such things. A Mantis Carol. It was written by a superb writer, Laurens van der Post. Laurens was born in South Africa, but is now a British citizen and a knight. Mr. Lawrence, a character in the movie, Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence, is based on real experiences of Laurens. He wrote about the Bushmen of the Kalahari, in the books, The Lost World of the Kalahari, and The Heart of the Hunter. All of his books are exceptional. A Mantis Carol is a wonderful story about a bizarre chain of coincidence. "Synchronicities", as Laurens' friend, C.G. Jung calls them. A woman in New York had recurring dreams about a praying mantis. Her name was Jaeger. The German word for hunter. She wrote letters to Laurens, because she read in one of his books, that the god of the Bushmen was a praying mantis. She hoped Laurens could help her interpret the dream. Her psychologist failed. Laurens did not open the letters for many weeks, because he was writing, The Heart of the Hunter. Eventually, he read her letters and agreed to visit America. He gave a lecture on the Bushman's god. At the lecture, he met a young woman. She was inextricably tied to Jaeger's dream and to Laurens' research. From these threads, a vast tapestry emerged. We are part of the tapestry. Read the book and meet Hans Taaibosch. You can look at the urban desert through his pure eyes. Come to know the dream that is dreaming of you.
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