A Most Unusual Computer

A few years back I was living in the Hill Country of E. Central Texas. I'd been on the road for a number of years, just following God - so I had with me just what would fit in my car. My journals and family photos and other things were stored in a friend's garage in Salem, Oregon.

One day my inner guidance told me that I could finally get the computer I'd always wanted. Hmm. Up 'til that time, I didn't know I'd wanted a computer. I was also told I'd be visiting Portland on such-and-such a date. I thought, well, that's a good idea - but there's no money for that. Yet.

Soon I received a call from my friend in Salem that her garage had burned down, and they were going to include me in their insurance settlement - and part of that would be money to fly me out there to inspect the damaged items to see what could be salvaged. The dates of the trip were the dates my guidance had given me. So - I went to Portland.

When the insurance money came through, I knew it would go to buy a computer. I contacted Sid and Marilyn Frances who lived in the Rose City area of Portland. I had lived with them before in intentional co-housing community; I had stayed in a little trailer in their back garden. They had a mom-pop printing operation, and had several computers. I asked them to have their computer guy build a p.c. for me, and we made plans for me to come back out to Portland so they could teach me how to use it.

When I arrived, Sid was finishing installing the programs he and Marilyn had chosen for me. Then it was time to go pick out a printer and scanner. Sid and I set out for Best Buy. I knew enough about talking with machines by then that I realized I should telepath to the boxed printers and scanners and ask for volunteers to join my computer setup. I bought a printer and scanner, and we took them home.

Sid worked and worked to try to get the scanner to connect. The printer was fine, but the scanner would not work. Finally Sid asked me to get out my dowsing rods and tune in with the scanner to see what was the matter spiritually. The scanner said to me, "This is a very high-vibrational operation you've got here."

I said, "Yes - we'll be doing channeling and healings - all kinds of Lightwork."

The scanner said, "Well, I was made to do porn."

"My goodness!" I replied. "Would you like me to do some healing work on you? A soul retrieval?"

"No!" said the scanner. "I want to do porn."

I told Sid what was up. We had a good laugh. Sid and Marilyn and I used to have the world's best laughs. This was a great one. The next morning we returned the scanner to Best Buy, though I never told them the whole truth about why we were returning it. Then I went back to the boxed machines and tuned-in with them. I had learned my lesson! This time I telepathed, "This is a very high-vibrational operation. No porn, no fear - only unconditional love and healing. Who would like to join us?" One machine volunteered. I bought it, we took it home, and it hooked up without a problem.

So - ever after that, something amazing happened with that computer setup. We would be standing in the room where it sat. We'd be talking about this or that. Suddenly, on its own, the scanner would start scanning. What it was scanning was apparently nothing - but there was something going on energetically, for sure. The scan completed, then the printer, on its own, would start to print. It would carefully print out a whole page, but when the page emerged, all that was visible was a fine spray of ink - no words or images visible to ordinary eyesight. If, however, I viewed the page energetically, scanning it with my inner vision as I passed the healing energy of my hand over it, I could pick up a message from the universe.

Once, as the printer was about to print in this magical way, I took the paper out of the holder. The printer kept revving and revving, refusing to complete its energy process unless there was actual paper for it to print on. So then I put a piece of paper which was already printed into the holder, and again the printer refused. It must, apparently, have a blank page. It did accept the blank side of the printed page.

One time I heard from the one I call God, that I was to give Sid his Bar Mitzvah. Now, Sid was in his seventies. He had never Bar Mitzvah'd, and he had been born Jewish, but was not religious. So I asked him if he even wanted a Bar Mitzvah. Sid - anything for a good laugh - Sid consented, figuring that the universe had a great punchline in there somewhere. I said to God, "You know, I'm not Jewish in this lifetime, and I'm not a man. How do you expect me to give Sid a Bar Mitzvah?" God told me not to worry - just to put together what I could of a Shabbos dinner, and then I'd be channeling the Bar Mitzvah blessing direct from God to Sid.

We had the dinner, and it all happened as God said it would. OK. That was that.

Next morning Sid and I were standing near my computer talking about this and that, when the scanner started to scan and the printer started to print. We knew something was up. I went over as the paper emerged from the printer, and scanned it with my hand, and it read "MAZELTOV!"

Oh, that God. Anything for a laugh. By the way, for anyone interested in the concept of the "Big Bang," it's worthwhile to consider that the universe prefers it to be called "The Big Guffaw."