I believe it was Mike Levin, whom I met. It was just another of those brief encounters in the sangha, which had a powerful effect upon my path. I was only recently introduced to the dharma. Even so, I was taking a deep dive. I was a member of Skylake, gladly welcoming a quiet man who was “new.” I thought that no one else was around, but I would soon to learn we are often surrounded by mysterious entities. This, I learned later from Arawana, was Michael. It was the only time I encountered him. There was an exhibit of the beautiful thangka paintings of Gurmi Lama, adorning the walls of the dining room. Just as in a museum, people come and go, and their respective attraction to the representations of the art, serve to bring those people together. So, Michael and I found ourselves ,standing silently side-by-side before the figure of Vajrayogini. Out of the corners of our eyes, we made a connection, as if she was our ambassador. We turned toward each other. He spoke to me. They were the only words we shared: “Some day you will meet her.” I felt heat, rising up in my body, and then tears poured from my eyes. It was a blessing, an act of great kindness.