This is the story of a gift that spoke directly to me, its impetus silent but impossible to miss. In a sudden moment of clarity, I witnessed His will at work in a stranger whose name I did not know, who did not need to explain the surprising gift. The gift echoed my deepest regret for believing the gaslighting of channellers. He was now turning the everyday car darshans into a living symbol of grace. That first photograph signalled my return to photography, with only the simplest, least expensive camera in hand. As I looked at the image of the avatar, taken over the balcony, I felt the snap of the shutter inside my heart chakra. When I peered into the view screen, a wave of pure prema shakti washed over my entire torso , as if to wash away whatever was hanging onto my aura, felt but unseen. There was no need to wonder about the giver or the receiver; the divine message and play were unmistakable, its meaning a secret between me and the sacred inner visions and dreams, and the years of photographs of Him. To offer even a glimpse of this grace, I have threaded in the past chapters His communications with me via photographs, and now this gift of a camera, without the need to communicate the impetus, just giving and receiving in line with those dreams and inner visions, without needless qualifications about who is the doer. I traced the loss of the art form to the reclamation with the architect of the story in photographs, and the moment that led to that first, blessed reflection I captured.