Magnifying Glass Or Atoms?
I was enthralled with iridology after buying two Josef Deck textbooks of medical diagnosis at the Bodhi Tree in West Hollywood (where I worked part-time in 1985).
I was frustrated by being unable to find a suitable magnifying glass to look at irises after driving all day from store to store.
I visited Jonathan Dune at his Westwood apartment, and vented my vexation.
“Relax,” he cryptically advised. “Calm down, and it’ll be delivered to your own driveway.”
Unconvinced, I continued ranting and raving.
I was back home in Carpinteria several days later doing some gardening, when a friend of mine I hadn’t seen in months pulled into my driveway.
“You’ve got good timing,” I told Sarita Young. “I’ve been working in L.A., and I’m usually not home today.”
(Four nights a week I slept on the floor of Dawn Sampson’s apartment in Van Nuys.)
Sarita told me of her new job in the gift industry, and I joked, still obsessed with magnifying glass deprivation syndrome, “Well, if you ever run across a magnifying glass [among the gift items], I sure could use one.”
She replied, “It’s one of my gift items, and I’ve got one in the trunk that you can have for free.”
True to Jonathan’s prediction, the magnifying glass had been delivered to my own driveway.
I marveled to Adano Ley (Swami Nitty-Gritty) about the manifestation of my magnifying glass.
He responded, “Is that a magnifying glass or is it ATOMS?”