I took the ferry over to Victoria, tried to get on the 9er. For only the second time in my life I was denied crossing as a foot passenger, and had to wait for the 11 o'clock ferry. Fortunately, it was a beautiful day, so it was nice to be outside waiting around.
After boarding on the 11 ferry, I immediately went up to the main viewing deck, and found a private corner to stretch and do my own form of yoga. The kies were blue all around me, top to bottom, and there was little or no breeze. This was a bonus, because often when it's sunny it's still too cold to be outside.
So, as I was stretching I suddenly remembered that I had noted it was the 30th of March in the morning. This is a personally meaningful detail because it was on that date, many years ago, when I had the very experience that the book of Thomas had reminded me of. This was the very experience I had mentioned to Eddie, on the 29th, I think.
That it was an anniversary was no big deal to me. I simply noted it, then got up and started getting ready to drive to the ferry, and get out the door. So, there I was, remembering this fleeting moment on the deck of the ferry, when I asked myself (or was asked) how many years ago that sacred Easter Sunday was.
The answer turned out to be 33 years - now that was interesting!
Another very strange thing was that I noted it was 10:58 am, meaning that the very Mass where I had this experience was about to start in two minutes, 33 years ago. How cool that I would be returning to the very city, Victoria, where this event had taken place.
So, I set my alarm for just after noon, as I wanted to make sure I remembered the final fifteen minutes of that Mass, and a sequence of events that began when I received Holy Communion 33 years past.
I returned to stretching, and as I did I reflected on that Easter Mass, and how that experience defined my sense of what it means to see heaven around us and within... The whole time it remained a beautiful day, smooth waters, blue everywhere. When I wasn't stretching I strolled about the deck, briefly chatting with a few tourists.
As things turned out, because my memory of that Easter Mass remained uppermost on my mind, I didn't need my cell phone alarm to remind me when noon rolled around. When the hour came, I went to one of the seating benches and closed my eyes, imagining myself going through the process of receiving Communion at a time when I was wholly convinced that I was "in communion" with God the Father...
After a few minutes of this, at most, having paid my respects I opened my eyes.
Only to see that the entire ferry was immersed in fog!
The fog was so thick I couldn't see beyond the deck for the first few seconds. I knew where I was but I didn't know what to think, everything was shockingly white. I had just enough time to react to the opacity of it all when the fog dissipated somewhat and I could see the blue beyond me. Context was restored.
As things turned out, we were passing through a single cloud of fog that took about 4 minutes or so to pass through from the time I opened my eyes. I had NO idea that any clouds were coming prior to closing my eyes. There had been blue all around me and above me for hours. There were no other clouds anywhere near the boat, but as we sailed on I saw more fog between some islands in the distance. Can't remember that ever happening, on such an otherwise cloudless day.
True story. I'll certainly be saving the pics I took.
Apr 12 It just occurred to me, that maybe a pic would be helpful here, if only because it shows the timestamp in the upper left corner which corroborates this. I took this pic maybe a minute or two after I first opened my eyes. We were completely out of the cloud a couple of minutes later...
Mar 30 19 12:04p
Edited 6 time(s). Last edit at 12-Apr-19 22:07 by Poster Boy.