Richard and Gary were childhood friends, and they left home in search of God. In the Journey Home, a memoir of an American Swami, Radhanath Swami writes about how they were separated from each other thrice during this sojourn. Yet, miraculously they met each other thrice again, over the next fifteen years, at places far away from where they had parted ways.
If you think of it, what’s the probability of meeting a friend you lost at a bus stop, a year later and five thousand miles away on a remote rice filed, that both of you hadn’t planned to visit anyways. You may call it coincidence, but if it were to happen thrice, as Radhanath Swami writes in his book, I’d believe there is more to it than what meets the eye.
In this cosmos, there are laws, and timeless principles in place; some of it we have discovered, but others are beyond our tiny brains. They are accessed by our vijnana maya kosha. And these laws are the same for a monarch butterfly, for a friend who’s waiting at a cassette shop or a seeker globe-trotting, in search of God.