Once upon a time . . .
I knew no one by the name of “Oleg.” If I heard the name in conversation, I’d conjure up someone strong as a tree and just as resilient, able to withstand the heavy winds and wildest rains, while gently offering shade to those seeking a trunk to lay a weary back upon.
I was into science fiction and remember reading of “Oleg“ — a giant of a . . . well, someone who wasn’t quite human. Came from a race of non-human types who lived hundreds of years before reaching adulthood. This Oleg served as a guide for the hero of the book, one whose name I forget. Oleg hardly ever slept or tired out. He’d always be on the go, but patient for the humans and other small creatures who sought his trailblazing abilities.
Seven years ago, I met an Oleg. He served in the army of the former USSR, the United State’s adversary in what we called a “Cold War” of spies and counter spies, a space race they took the lead with something called “Sputnik,” and Russian women who all seemed to have the same name — Natasha.
Oleg was a lieutenant who fought in Afghanistan. Has a wound where he was injured and medals to show for his efforts over 10 years as a soldier. Came to the USA years ago and became friends with me and my family a few years back. He and his wife, Natalie, are “good people,” and that includes their son, Nicholas, a young teen visiting his grandmother in Ukraine now as I write.
Learned a lot from them about life behind the “Iron Curtain,” and got to appreciate democracy more. Even with its faults and often sluggish efforts to provide a slice of justice for all, it’s still the best form of government I know. But, this is not about my country. It’s about the Olegs that have come into my life. Three of them at last count. There’s Oleg Number One of Plymouth-Whitemarsh, just outside my home town of Conshohocken, PA. And then there’s Oleg, the husband of Helen T, of whom she passed some advice to me on how to deal with a wayward rooster. Put him in a cooking pot, her Oleg said!
Helen T, who resides in Russia, is a life coach. That’s what you call therapist-type folks trained to help bring out the best in people. She shares her thoughts at elenateem.wordpress.com. Her husband was the “Number Two Oleg“ of whom I had the fortune of becoming aware.
Number Three is a Kabbalistic teacher, another Russian who I met through the Kabbalah Center in PHILADELPHIA. He gave me a book, “Kabbalah for Beginners,” by Rav Michael Laitman, PhD. I see a connection with it growing in me which started “once upon a time” in a “galaxy far, far away.”
How else can I explain such a coincidence in knowing absolutely no one with the name of “Oleg” and then suddenly having three enter my life. Coincidence? Don’t believe it. It’s synchronicity, my good friends. (see Dr. Carl Jung) Where the Olegs will lead, Heaven only knows. But, I’m on my way . . .