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She was sitting next to me on a bench seat overlooking Broadwater on the Gold Coast. The park was busy with numerous little stalls forming part of the usual Sunday market. For sale was homemade produce such as pottery, dolls and jam. The sun was glowing. The waves were crashing onto the beach. It was really idyllic. But we were both lost.

There was a white tag protruding from under her blouse. On it was hand-written in black ink "Val - Rosemary" and a local telephone number. She volunteered her age as three score ten and twelve.

Valerie had been wandering aimlessly around the market not knowing where she was or what she was doing there. All she could remember was that her daughter had brought her to the market. So Anne, Miles, Bronwyn and Beverly, my wife, walked off looking for her daughter. Valerie and I were left on our own. She took one look at me and said:

"Your head is spinning!"

How did she know that? How could she possibly know the trauma I had been through lately?

"Don't worry. I just know," she said in response to my questioning eyes.

There is certainly more to a lost grey-haired lady than meets the eye. But did she know that I had recently suffered from a depression and left my job? That I was now trying to recover, yet my thoughts were still confused? Yes, she could sense all that, she said.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" I asked out of the blue.

"Yes I do," she said, "but the sad thing is that we cannot recognise family and friends when we return."

"Do you think your soul learns anything while here on Earth?"

"I never talk about my soul," she said and looked away.

"Apart from taking pills, I don't know what to do next. Can you help?"

"Go with the flow," she said calmly looking into my eyes, "all you need to do is go with the flow."

"What do you mean? What flow are you talking about?"

"Just that - go with the flow. When you do, you will have an inner sense of peace and wellbeing. Deep down you will feel what is right for you, and the flow will become apparent. If you don't follow your inner spirit, you will indeed get sick and take pills. Forget money, prestige, status and image. They are not your goals in life. You have much more powerful aims. Be observant. Look around you. Use your senses. There are signposts everywhere. Then you can enjoy your life."

Anne had returned with Valerie's daughter who was now helping the kind lady off the bench.

"Thank you for your piece of wisdom," I said.

"No, not at all. I am just a stupid old lady who doesn't know what she's saying or doing," Valerie offered with a modest smile.

"No you're not. Many thanks all the same. It was much appreciated."

I never saw Val-Rosemary again. This "chance" meeting happened in July 1995 and made a deep impression on me. Valerie had been brought by others to sit next to me, and then they had all quickly dispersed looking for her daughter. She said she was lost, yet she seemed to have a very astute mind filled with wisdom. Was she a messenger sent by the higher power? For how else could the 82-year-old lady possibly have known about my condition? How else could she have known about my true goals in life? I did not even know myself.

Sadly, I did not follow Valerie's profound advice. I did not connect with my inner spirit to find out what my "powerful aims" were supposed to be. Instead I went back to work later that year. Back in my old track I became more interested in making money again, surviving in a "hostile" world and saving for retirement. I did not wake up from this "nightmare" until a year-and-a-half later. By that time I had become observant, looked around me, used my senses and seen the signposts everywhere. I had finally realised that my socalled powerful aims were not in the corporate world after all.

Knut Alten, Melbourne, Australia - 1999.