I was worried all night last night because of a missing ring, a brass copy of an original in my possession, the original being an antique, sterling silver with a single, black star sapphire cabochon from Afganistan. When I turned 60 I had several copies of these made with colored, faceted, crystal stones, to give away to relatives, close friends, and fellow artists.

I discovered that the brass ring was missing only yesterday evening. Early this morning I asked Mongkut to help me get the ring back. I lit the paraffin oil lamp at his shrine. When I retired to my bedroom, I heard his voice, very clearly, in my mind: "Father, wear the ring." I understood him to mean the original, silver ring, which I slipped unto my finger.

Half an hour later the missing brass ring turned up.