It's just too cool how well the Perelandra processes work! Three of us were riding horses Saturday, when my friend's three-year-old colt, normally quite well behaved, decided to act up. His bucking caused his mistress to lose her hat and her $500 prescription glasses in some tall prairie grass. As the three of us were combing the area, I quickly opened a surreptitious coning which included the overlighting deva of the glasses, Pan, appropriate member or members of the White Brotherhood and my higher self. (I don't know if that was too much fire-power for a pair of glasses or not, but I wanted to be sure!) At first I tried to locate the glasses by kinesiology: Right? Left? Straight ahead? I was pretty certain I was in the general area, but I simply couldn't see the delicate glasses in the tall grass.

My friend was somewhat embarrassed to delay our ride while we searched for her glasses. She kept saying, "Oh well. Let's just go on." But then she would add, quite unconsciously, "My husband is going to kill me!" I continued to insist that we could find them if we just looked a little bit longer. I wanted to give the coning a chance to get through to me. Finally, even I was about ready to give up, though I was certain I was close to where the glasses had to be. I was bending over with my feet firmly planted and searching in a circle around me, when the colt came over and began nibbling the top of my head. It was exactly the same thing my own beloved horse would do when I was a little girl. I got such a kick out of it that I remained motionless for a moment. When I straightened up, a flash caught my eye. I almost didn't see the tiny little bronze earpiece nestled in the grass, but there were the glasses — in one piece — not two feet from where I stood!

My friend, though disbelieving, was thrilled. I was ecstatic that nature had come through for me, possibly prompting the colt to give me a hand (or nibble). I was relieved that now her husband had no reason to "kill" her. And the colt was forgiven his misbehavior because I gave him credit for finding the glasses.

All's well that ends well, you say? After the ride when we were loading the horses into their trailer, my friend was fussing with the glasses and broke them!

— J.H., Kansas

Editor's Note: The easiest way to find a lost item is to open a coning, explain the problem, give a time frame of when you'd like to have it back (week/day), close the coning and trust that nature will put it in your path.