Book I · In Search of Adventure · Chapter 12 of 42

miracles of intention

August 15, 2016 Юг России (Краснодарский край → Крым) ~4 min read
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Essay Summer · Night August 15, 2016

I drove a bit further and turned onto a dirt road heading toward the forest that ran along a sunflower field. As I entered the woods and started setting up my tent, a huge swarm of wild, indecently vicious, large-caliber mosquitoes immediately tried to devour me. I set up the tent in a flash (I don't even remember if I was breathing at that moment) and dove inside like a bullet. And now I'll finish writing this line in my notebook, eat another couple (or couple dozen) sunflower seeds from a head I picked an hour ago, and set off to meet my dreams…

MIRACLES OF INTENTION = Day 12 =

I woke up early today – at 5:00 AM. I packed up the tent just as fast as I'd unpacked it yesterday. Same reason – the mosquitoes. I've never seen such hungry, enormous mosquitoes in my life. And after I finally emerged from the zone of my morning forest nightmare, another extremely unpleasant surprise awaited me – a flat rear tire. WTF….. Same rake again… And I was already getting ready to walk 60 km on foot, when I remembered there's this magical thing called "intention," and that I could use it. This thought sobered me up – I quickly pulled myself together, remembered everything I needed to do to make intention work, namely – stop ruminating, raging, getting upset, and focus on positive feelings and a favorable outcome for myself. I sincerely opened my heart to the World and asked it for help. Internally and to myself, I

voiced the command "World, help…". I was pure, open, and ready to accept any help from the World (whatever It might be). And it worked! Not even two minutes passed before I saw, about 50 meters away on a small pass, a cargo GAZelle with its bed open. All that was missing was a sign saying – Welcome. )) I walked up to the driver to ask if he had a pump to inflate the tire and a patch with glue to seal it. He said he didn't have a pump, but offered something better – to give me a ride practically all the way to Belorechensk, where I was heading. I loaded all my stuff into the bed, the driver named Mago treated me to coffee with a sandwich, and we set off. There it is – magic in its pure form. Works like a charm, you just have to sincerely open up and trust. Not for nothing did I once get into Transurfing and the movie "The Secret."

Upon arriving in Belorechensk, right after an unsuccessful attempt to fix the tire at the nearest tire shop, I called Andrey – my father's friend, with whom I planned to stay for a couple of nights. He came to pick me up in his work car, I loaded my things in, got in myself, and we drove to his place. Andrey welcomed me warmly; he was a 35-year-old man, young-looking, energetic, charged, and intellectually sociable. He and my father once worked together at the same company in my hometown, but a couple of years ago he and his family decided to move here to warmer climes. Now they've finished building a house on the land, quite comfortable to live in, their affairs are going pretty well, he's successfully doing landscaping, working for himself, and alongside that, growing cedar in his garden. His wife also works, and their daughter Sonya goes to school. Everything's great for them. That same day, after a quick snack, Andrey offered me a small gig for 3 hours. I needed to mow the lawn for one of his regular clients. The house was big, wealthy. We finished ahead of schedule. It was an interesting experience – being a lawnmower for a while. Came to the South to explore places of power, and here I am cutting grass. Yeah, you never know what the gods have in store for you… When we got home and were separated from the front door by the yard path, a strange little dog latched onto us. Andrey tried to shoo it away – no luck. In the end, the dog stayed in the yard, and we went inside, where I finally met his wonderful family. And in the evening, Sonya and I – their daughter – went to the garden nearby, where plums, apples, and pears grow.

As soon as it started getting dark, Sonya went home. I decided to stay in the garden and think about how to finally get that little dog off our backs. I did something simple – threw the dog some bread I'd brought from home specifically for this purpose, and while the dog was busy eating the thrown food, I slipped out of its field of view. But the dog turned out not to be so simple. But that's another story… )))

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