My OperaTransforming Grief to the Eleventh Power...
Tuesday, November 11, 2008 5:11:12 PM
This was the heading that slid across the top of the random page I opened up to this morning as I sipped my coffee. The title of the book: Insights from the CoffeeHouse - Miracles, Mysteries, and Epiphanies from Everyday Life.
This type of synchronicity has become the norm for me ever since that fateful day three and a half years ago. I met an angel and it rubbed off, immersing me. Anyways, three years from this exact moment, I will be standing on top of the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacán, Mexico. Hopefully, some of you will be there with me. On the opposite page of this morning's read was a short tale:
Once there was a spiritual seeker who was told of a well that was inhabited by a spirit. The spirit could reputedly answer the question: "What is the truth?".
Thrilled, the seeker journeyed to the well to receive illumination. The spirit told him to visit a nearby village. "At the crossroads," it explained, "You will find what you are looking for."
So the seeker went to the crossroads but, when he got there, all he found were three tiny shops. Inside the first there were scraps of metal heaped into piles; inside the second, there were pieces of wood; and inside the third bits of wire of little value.
The seeker rushed back to the well and demanded an explanation. But all that came back to him was the echo of his voice and the reflection of his angry face in the water.
For ten years, he wandered the land, until one day, while sitting under a cypress tree, he heard the most enchanting sounds he had ever known. Mesmerized, he followed the sounds until he reached a clearing. And in the clearing he came upon a sight that caused him to yell for joy - Everything he had seen at the crossroads in the village now made sense. The scraps of metal were frets and braces, the lengths of wire were strings, and the pieces of wood were the sounding board: all the disparate components had been fashioned into a guitar, which was being played by a master musician. As the wondrous, perfectly harmonious sound stilled the seeker's mind, he sunk into the infinite sweetness of his own being.
I've been wandering for ten years as well and am finally hearing the music. I have taken many things for granted in the past. Big things are coming.
Bless all of you today on 11/11. Peace.[/COLOR][/FONT]
"Love is intelligence, and intelligence means sensitivity - to be sensitive to the situation. And if you are sensitive to the situation, it will tell you what to do." - Jiddhu Krishnamurti[/FONT][/COLOR]
This type of synchronicity has become the norm for me ever since that fateful day three and a half years ago. I met an angel and it rubbed off, immersing me. Anyways, three years from this exact moment, I will be standing on top of the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacán, Mexico. Hopefully, some of you will be there with me. On the opposite page of this morning's read was a short tale:
Once there was a spiritual seeker who was told of a well that was inhabited by a spirit. The spirit could reputedly answer the question: "What is the truth?".
Thrilled, the seeker journeyed to the well to receive illumination. The spirit told him to visit a nearby village. "At the crossroads," it explained, "You will find what you are looking for."
So the seeker went to the crossroads but, when he got there, all he found were three tiny shops. Inside the first there were scraps of metal heaped into piles; inside the second, there were pieces of wood; and inside the third bits of wire of little value.
The seeker rushed back to the well and demanded an explanation. But all that came back to him was the echo of his voice and the reflection of his angry face in the water.
For ten years, he wandered the land, until one day, while sitting under a cypress tree, he heard the most enchanting sounds he had ever known. Mesmerized, he followed the sounds until he reached a clearing. And in the clearing he came upon a sight that caused him to yell for joy - Everything he had seen at the crossroads in the village now made sense. The scraps of metal were frets and braces, the lengths of wire were strings, and the pieces of wood were the sounding board: all the disparate components had been fashioned into a guitar, which was being played by a master musician. As the wondrous, perfectly harmonious sound stilled the seeker's mind, he sunk into the infinite sweetness of his own being.
I've been wandering for ten years as well and am finally hearing the music. I have taken many things for granted in the past. Big things are coming.
Bless all of you today on 11/11. Peace.[/COLOR][/FONT]
"Love is intelligence, and intelligence means sensitivity - to be sensitive to the situation. And if you are sensitive to the situation, it will tell you what to do." - Jiddhu Krishnamurti[/FONT][/COLOR]
Stardancer # Tuesday, November 11, 2008 5:19:49 PM
Dan DeVilledmfalmeida # Wednesday, November 12, 2008 10:16:40 AM
Good luck and keep us posted about the new events!
Dan