On a dinner with friends to celebrate a move, Amala was born on a tray resting on my lap. I was tinkering with a piece of clay.

At the end of the meal Amala became an Asian woman whom I didn't know, she is beautiful and serene. Shortly after I approached Buddhism and by chance I found Amala within the mother of a great meditation master!!!

Striking resemblance. Was it an unconscious reminder of a former life encounter?