Interdimensional Dancing

The Canyon Road

April 1974

I work at Los Angeles International Airport and live with my family in Thousand Oaks. There are lots of commuters that live in rural communities and drive downtown to work on a daily basis. I carpool with two co-workers but today I am traveling alone. The trip usually takes about an hour. I drive over Malibu Canyon then along Pacific Coast Highway to the airport. Malibu Canyon is a winding two lane road. About halfway through, there is a tunnel cut through the mountain. As I come out of the tunnel, the road clings to a rock wall on one side and drops off about 300 feet down to the canyon floor on the other side. There is a small stone wall about three feet high that serves as a guard rail and alerts drivers to the drop off. This is the most dangerous section of the road. This morning, just after I come out of the tunnel, I hear a car engine racing. I look in the rear view mirror and do not see anything. I hear brakes squealing so I look out my side window and see a car driving erratically and coming up alongside me as if to pass. I can hear the engine racing, the brakes screeching, and the front tires are smoking! I instantly know the throttle is stuck open and the car is out of control. Incidents of this type have been reported on the news. The vehicle lunges toward me so I pull close to the rock wall. Then the car drops back and lunges forward several more times, as if the breaks are working then failing then working and failing again. I hit my brakes and pull as close to the rock wall as I possibly can and stop, hoping that car will pass me. The out of control car then makes an abrupt turn and lunges straight for me! Everything shifts into slow motion. I know I am going to die. I am going to be crushed into the side of this rock wall! I peer at the side view mirror knowing it will be the first part of my car to be ripped off from the inevitable impact. I look up at the driver in the oncoming car. I can see her clearly. She is wide-eyed and fighting the steering wheel all the way. Her arms are outstretched and she is pressed back into her seat, both feet on the brake trying with all her might to stop the vehicle. She also knows what is about to happen. I resign myself to death. I look again at the side mirror, waiting to see it torn off. I watch her closing in on me, she is within inches from me now when her car jumps sideways, reverses direction and goes back across the road! As if an invisible shield is placed between her car and mine! Her car strikes it, bounces back across the road, and lands perfectly balanced atop the three foot stone wall. All four wheels are off the ground, the engine is still racing, the wheels are still spinning, and she is slumped over the steering wheel. I feel as through an act of divine intervention just took place! I get out of my car and look around. The entire chain of cars behind me is stopped and the drivers are running towards her car suspended there on the small stone wall. There are enough people gathering to help her so I decide to drive to the Sheriff Station at the bottom of the canyon to get help. My drive to the Sheriff Station is full of gratitude, amazement and reflection. I wonder “who am I” and “what am I going to do in this lifetime that I should be preserved and protected?” It is the first time I realize someone is watching over me and helping me. It feels good! I know the other car actually struck something that reversed its direction. Not only I was protected, the other driver was also protected. She landed perfectly balanced atop a three foot stone wall, where her engine could race out of control until it ran out of gas and harm no one.