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As the forum has gone a little quiet, I wanted to share a miracle experience.
Quite a few years ago I was working as a photojournalist with a journalist colleague in the Australian outback. It was Christmas eve and we were driving towards Birdsville, Australia’s most isolated township. It was about 48 degrees that day. The hottest day in 25 odd years, I heard later. We hadn’t seen another car or any other living thing in two days of driving.Outside it was a harsh almost martian landscape though with Bach and Mozart playing, the A/C blaring, and lots of philosophical discussion we were lulled into a cozy comfort zone.We were on dirt roads. And while driving late one morning I noticed at the bottom of a sandy hill an odd looking patch of dust covering the road. Not realising what it was we drove straight through it.Except we didn’t make it through.It was a silty muddy ditch with a dry layer of dust on top. As you can imagine, mud was the last thing you’d expect in the desert heat. Anyway, the 4WD sank all the way down to the door frames. We were stuck. And somewhat ironically, we had just reported on a German couple who got stuck in exactly the same way and dies of dehydration.We tried everything to get it out. We couldn’t dig it out of the fine silt and there was nothing to chock the wheels. After about half an hour of trying we were dizzy from the heat and just starting to worry.My colleague was an atheist and much of our discussion was about whether God existed or not. That said, we’d become good friends. We’d tried everything you’d usually do. Releasing pressure from tyres. Putting our backs under the wheels and so on.Nothing worked and now it was a real life or death situation. We were 300kms (half a day’s drive) from Birdsville with no phone contact. No one knew we were coming. It was a holiday. We had enough water one day only. And there was no way we were getting out as the car was all the way up to the door in mud.

  Now I had to ask Shri Mataji’s help. So I sat in the driver’s seat, took a bandhan and went into meditation. Strangely, although my heart was racing, it was easy to go silent. My colleague watched on, a little cynical.I prayed to Archangel Gabriel or Lord Hanuman: ‘please forgive us Lord if we’ve made any mistakes. But please Lord get us out of here. We surrender this all to you.”

I bandhaned it as well. Then I put the car into 1st gear, revved the engine all the way to redline and popped the clutch. The engine roared and the car leapt straight out of the silty ditch.

I looked across to my colleague standing outside watching, wide eyed and jumping up and down like a little kid. We were out.

He jumped in the car and yelled ‘what was all that stuff with your hands?’.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ I replied, ‘let’s just get the hell out of here.’

image‘No. Really. What did you do. Because the car lifted vertically out of the mud and about a foot into the air before coming horizontally down’.He said it was as if some invisible hand had lifted the car up, moved it across five metres and placed it down again.I had tears in my eyes. I knew who saved us. – Mark Williams
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