A match made on Earth

Brad complained to a female colleague at work that he had recently divorced. “She took it all, I couldn’t even pay the rent!” he said. It was stupid to mix his personal problems with work, but his co-worker gave him a big hug in their white coats and told him to hang in there. He almost asked her out but the old rule don’t get your honey where you make your money saved him.

The following week she gave him a newspaper ad for a matchmaking service. “Don’t take any more chances.  Let the pros find you the right,” she said. Her voice had a musical ring to it, and he again fought the urge to ask her for dinner and drinks.

“Thanks, I’ll check it out. It’s got to be better than Match.com or getting set up by friends.” The clipping advertised an Asian fusion dinner at a San Francisco restaurant on the waterfront.  He went and enjoyed the crab, sushi, and wine, and by the end of the meal, the attractive all-female staff had inspired him to sign up and pay the $5,000 membership fee. Two weeks later, he found himself in an office overlooking Market Street, getting grilled by a pretty Japanese psychologist.

He started to share the strange dream he had been having, about meeting a woman from a faraway place. He would awaken with the feeling that they knew each other, a deja vu. But the old longing for a soulmate was gone forever, and the dream was just a dream.  A suitable companion was all that he needed.

“I think I have someone for you!” she said. She had been grilling him for 3 hours. He was shocked – his desires and failures, his spiritual journey, even his rough childhood had been exposed. He was a bucket of complications. How could she match someone to all that?

“You will meet at Starbuck’s near where she lives. You will limit it to 1 hour, and please report back to me afterward. We will call you with a time and date. Good luck, doctor.” She held out a hand, and when he shook it he felt her warmth. He also caught a strange twinkle in her eye. “You have an amazing life, Brad. I think Elly will like you.”

They met the following week. Elly Yamashita recognized Brad sitting on a bench in the outdoor mall by Starbuck’s.  Lost in thought, her presence only caught his attention when she was almost upon him. He looked in her eyes, “Hello you must be Elly?”

“Yes, and you are Brad.” She was pretty in a magenta dress and heels, and her deep brown eyes sparkled. He stood up quickly and thought to bow in Japanese style, but she stuck her arm out quickly and they clasped hands.

“Nice to meet you! Konbanwa, o genke desu ka?” he said, proud that he had studied a few words of her native language.

“Good evening,” she said, “I need to practice my English, I’ve only been in the U.S. for two years.” She giggled. “How about getting the coffee?” As soon as they got in line, their conversation began to flow easily, about this and that. Onlookers might think that they were friends or lovers. The date ended, and they both reported back to headquarters that it was a go for a second date. They met days later at her favorite Japanese restaurant.

They had been at the table for over two hours, getting to know each other. He told her about his childhood desire to become an astronaut, and about why he believed there must be life on other planets. He even told her about what had pushed him onto a spiritual journey. “I had an experience where the everyday appearance of things as separate objects, suddenly became just an idea in my mind. Then the whole idea vanished. I realized that things are naturally all interconnected, including us, and I could see them that way. Of course, there are many teachings about it. It’s called Unity. But to go around every day and see me and the world as one, that is inspiring.”

“I love it!” she said. “All of it. I have been on a spiritual journey, and I want to experience Unity.” An odd look came over her, and her eyes appeared to deepen. He knew to be silent and wait. Finally, she said something that reverberated deeply within him.  “I have waited 43 years to meet you.”

The dreams about meeting a girl from far away stopped. He had finally met her. But he had no idea from how far away she had come to meet him.

Book note: Brad’s pre-human life as Numan is depicted. Numan was guided by a higher dimensional being known as the Angelic Mentor, to incarnate on Earth to help people. She was observing from afar and couldn’t bear to see his suffering when he found himself in a traumatic childhood, so she incarnated into the Yamashita family in Japan with an inborn desire to travel to America. Why Japan? And why did it take her 43 years to find him? Read the book to find out, to be published in spring 2020.