Trouble strikes

Disaster turns into a success that transforms their lives

Wednesday morning when I started to get into my van to drive to the class, I noticed the window was broken. When I looked in, I saw that my van was mostly empty.

Almost all of my Silva materials for the class were gone, including a large suitcase with books written and signed by Jose Silva.

I wanted to cry.

When I opened the door there was a large rock on the seat of the passenger side. When I picked up the rock I felt a jolt through my hand and up my arm and I heard in my mind, "upon this rock I shall renew my faith."

I wasn't exactly sure what it meant, especially since I thought I already had a great deal of faith.

I went right back in Margo Johnson's (a Silva graduate) houses and called the church first, then my bank, since my check book and passport were missing out of the glove compartment. Then I called the police.

By the time the police came and got the report it was about 10:30. Margo's roommate helped me pack what was left in his truck and he drove me across town to the church. It was about 15 degrees, which is why I decided to get a ride.

A bold experiment

When I arrived at class I immediately put two six foot tables together. I had the 17 students and myself sit around the tables. I gave them each a pencil and a piece of paper. I put the rock in the center of the table.

Now, to remind you, they only have had the intro, the Long Relax and maybe two techniques by this time. None of the Mental Projection techniques that come in the second half of the course.

I told them to go to level and mentally project into the rock and write down their impressions.

I told them to write down anything that came to their minds...because anything could be a clue as to where the Silva materials were.

Much information detected

By 11:45 a number of us were able to describe what the person was wearing, all the way down to the kind of shoes he had on.

Several people came up with the name of a street, the same street. Several came up with another street, and one had written down the intersection of the two streets.

Three more homeless walked in just as we were finishing up the exercise. When we related the story, they made an about face and off they went on foot, before I could stop them. I so was moved I almost cried.

A few minutes later two more came in. When we shared what had transpired one of them said, "I know the neighborhood, we'll take a bus." I reached in my purse and pulled out a twenty and handed it to them to take a cab instead. As they were leaving I had what I call a "news flash "or a vision of the two of them returning with my big suitcase.

At 2:30 that afternoon we were taking our lunch break, donated through the generosity of Victor Kovens, who supplied lunch for us all week. While I had my eyes closed and was energizing my lunch I heard one of the ladies at the other end of the room, near the long corridor which led to the exit, scream, "Oh, my God, look at you!"

Results produced

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