honest description of inbetween heaven and earth adventures of the temporarily poor Reiki master .

Chapter 1

Temporarily poor Reiki Master - isn't it a nice concept ? It's honest . It leaves you some hope . It's multidimensional ( poorminded , emotionally poor , blessed are the poor , ets. ) And , which is the most important thing , that's exactly the way I felt , after Collene dropped me at the Spokane airport and left .I was standing there , facing the beginning of the new adventure , starting to miss my friends , and feeling finansially limited . The awareness of the fact , I had realised , that I was not the only one , who felt this way , did not help much . I was alone , I had little money and I did not know what to expect .

The airoport of Spokane is definetly poor . You don't find much fun in there . I was reading a russian book , when I suddenly heard some russian voices . That was too much . I was not supposed to hear russian voices in Spokane , it's too far from civilisation . Spokane is not New York , you know . I went upset .

The flight assistant in the plane did not ping me the wine I wanted . That was a really bad sign . Reminded me of Russia one more time . Airoflot : fly with us and you 'll never get what you want . I started to hate United Airlines .

When I arived at the gates # 72 of San-Francisco airoport , there was nobody there to meet me . I did not like it somehow , starting to suspect , that the main frustration of the day is still ahead . Trying to think positive , I went down to pick up my luggage . Having done that , I realised , to my horror , that I couldn't go back to the gates because of the security system . I did not know what to do , because the woman, who was to meet me, was supposed to meet me by the gates .

I decided to rely upon her intelligence and stayed in the luggage claim area . After 40 minutes of desperate waiting I decided to call my friends to see what was happening . Of course , I immediately realised , that I did not have any change for the telephone , and being temporarily poor means , that one don't have credit cards either .

I had some remote rememberence of the possibility to make a collect call . It took me about fifteen minutes , because the robot would not take my name as a human one , so I had to wait for the operater . Then my friend , who was picking up the phone on the other end was Austrian , who had spent last seven years of his life in Russia . Besides a lot of different things , that meant that his knowledge about collect calls was even poorer than mine . So , we had to wait for the operater to tell him what was being asked from him . Eventually I was able to talk to him , and he comforted me , saying that his new wife was always late , so there was nothing to worry about .

I still wasn't sure where to look for her , so I decided to make an announcement , to make all the people in the airoport aware , that I was waiting for her in the luggage area . Somehow that was a switch from relying upon her intelligence to relying upon my own . As a result , my own intelligence proved to be totally unrelyable .

I went to the information desk in order to ask how to make myself heard . There was a woman there , I could swear she was not originally born American . She looked very Japanese . When she answered me , I knew instantly , I was right about her , because from ten words I could understand two . It was very clever of the administration of the airoport to put this woman with her accent at the information desk . I thing people want to know too much these days , espesially foreigners , they need some discouragement .

I asked her twice , she gave me some number on a piece of paper and pointed the direction to go , but as I said , my intelligence was not enough to figure out the whole sequence of the actions I was supposed to perform in order to reach the general public and tell them , that Nirdosh is desperately waiting for Ahuti at the luggage claim # 3 .

I went back and settled myself on the banch , thinking of what would happen if I tried to spend the night in my sleeping bag somewhere around the airoport , and beeing glad , that at least I had a sleeping bag and an airbed .

At this very moment I spotted with the corner of my eye a small woman, who was walking around and looking at the faces of men with an air of some concerned curiosity . That was her ! The dark hall instantly became pighter . It felt as if God himself appeared in the corner , shining and pouring his grace on people , and there were not so many people around , so everybody got really a lot of grace .

That was my first beautiful experience of San Francisco . (To be honest there was another one , which came first . Just about to land , we were flying over the ocean, and the view was just gorgeous.)

While riding in the car with Ahuti I was happy , thinking that from that moment on everything is going to be just blissful . Well , now I would say it was only partly right , but those thoughts escaped me at that moment , and my innocent joy kept unspoiled till we arrived home .