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New Age Spirituality – Morning Has Been All Night Coming ( Part 10 )

By admin  |  2010/01/08 18:04 Posted in New Age Music  |  Comments (0)

I am one of those fellows who has no problem falling asleep, and when I am asleep, there are very few things that can wake me. Thunderstorms, wind, music, lights – all have no effect on the quality of my sleep; yet, I would jump up from bed and be wide-awake within seconds, whenever Mardai called my name. Her voice did not have to be loud; just a whisper of “John” would do it.
One night, I went to bed around eleven p.m. and began to read. Becoming tired, I didn’t want to continue, so I put my book away. I must have fallen asleep immediately, because the next thing I remembered, I was sitting up in bed wide-awake. Someone had called my name. I looked at the clock and it read 3:00 a.m. The voice sounded exactly like Mardai’s, and instinctively I turned to look for her next to me, but alas, she was not there. Could it be, I mused, that in moments of great stress, loved ones reach across dimensions to comfort and help us? There have been many recorded incidents of this nature, so I always tried to keep an open mind.
Perhaps Mardai was attempting to make contact with me. The voice was so real to me that I remained awake for a long while, alternately feeling joyful and sad. Although I felt a calming presence in the room, I neither saw nor heard anything else. Meandering through memories of Mardai, I finally fell asleep. And as I slept, I dreamed.
In the dream I saw Mardai in a small Caribbean village, the type of village we liked to visit when she was alive. Wearing a beautiful, yellow sundress, she seemed to be no older than her mid-twenties, and though she smiled,there was an air of sadness about her. I walked up to her and said, “It’s good to see you, honey!” In my dream, I knew that she had died. We spoke for a while, and then I said, “Where you are now must be so different from where I am.”
“Yes, it certainly is,” she replied.
“You must have access to so much information that we don’t have,” I continued.
“Yes, of course,” she said sweetly.
“Will you help me to learn some of it?” “Yes. I’ll be happy to do that,” she said.
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New Age Spirituality – Morning Has Been All Night Coming ( Part 30 )

By admin  |  2010/01/05 18:21 Posted in New Age Music  |  Comments (0)

No worry came to me as I retraced my footsteps. There was music in the air and I was a part of it.Life was meant for rejoicing, not for suffering. Focus on suffering and that’s what you get – more suffering. Be alive all your life,strange as that sounds, and you find that planet Earth can be a lovely adventure. So many years I had spent worrying about money, illness, family and everything else, that I’d lost sight of some of the more important aspects of life – joy, peace,quiet and understanding.
Creeping over me was a growing feeling of embarrassment for knowing so much and doing so little. I, who had learned such valuable lessons about life from Gideon, how could I not have put that learning to practical use? However, self-recrimination is as dangerous as chronic depression.It creates guilt,and guilt is perhaps one of the deadliest enemies of humankind. Guilt’s only message to us is,”You don’t deserve, you don’t deserve.” Feeling guilty about the past places limitations on us and prevents us from freely receiving good things in life today.
Yes, I did feel somewhat guilty for not practicing what I preached.It is said that someone once asked Socrates why he had done a seemingly stupid thing and he answered that it seemed to make sense at the time. Whatever it is that we did in the past, we did because it made sense at the time. From the vantage point of the present, it may appear extremely foolish, but the aim is to learn from our mistakes and proceed with life, resolving to do better next time. One of our biggest mistakes is to feel unworthy.
It seemed as if the walk home would last forever. There was no hurry as I enjoyed the exhilaration of the moment. There was peace in my heart, and I knew, as I never knew before, the joy of just being. The sound of footsteps behind me caused me to turn. Approaching was my old friend Gideon wearing a smile as wide as the horizon.
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New Age Spirituality – Morning Has Been All Night Coming ( Part 55 )

By admin  |  2010/01/02 18:42 Posted in New Age Music  |  Comments (0)

The piper looked at me, smiled and said, “They’ll be expecting you soon. Let’s go.” And he turned and piped as he slowly marched back to the village. I followed him at a distance until,over the next hill, I saw the village fires. A group of people was standing by in tense anticipation. As soon as they caught sight of me, they rushed over. By this time, the piping had ceased.
“You found him, eh Charlie?” One of the group asked the piper. I gazed about, quietly taking in the scene. One part of me was so much at ease that I felt I belonged there. Another part felt as if I were watching an old movie replay itself gently across the screen of my mind.
“Yes. At the right time and place. Just as we were told,” was Charlie’s reply.
For the first time since arriving here I spoke, addressing Charlie directly. “Charlie, that music was wonderful. Who is in charge here?”
An elderly couple stepped out of the small crowd, and both bowed low as the man spoke.
“My chieftain! Welcome back. My wife and I are in charge now. We knew you’d come again. You’ll stay with us tonight, I hope.”
I wondered why he addressed me as “My chieftain,” but thought it must be an old Scottish custom. It was almost as if I’d done this before.
“There seems to be somewhat of an emergency here,” I said. “Why are you so worried, Donald?” I knew his name without even knowing how.
“My lord,” he answered. “There’s a child in the village who is very ill. You are here to make him well.”
“I am . . . ? Oh, of course, I am,” I said, somewhat surprised but not wanting to show my ignorance.
I wasn’t really sure why I seemed to remember giving some medicine to a sick child in this village, but I wasn’t worried about it. The old man led me to a small house on the other side of the village. The others followed slowly. Entering the house, I was led to a boy lying in bed, covered with thick quilts. A woman, who I guessed was his mother, sat on an old wooden chair next to him lovingly holding his hand. Donald remained in the background as I approached. She rose from her chair, grasped my hand with tears in her eyes and pleaded, “You must help him, sir. The fever is very high.”
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