Post by morningstar on Jul 28, 2008 21:11:43 GMT -5
This past Friday was a wonderful day for me. I took the day off work and headed down to the Creek...there was no one else around (physically, anyway)...except me and Pepper and the wee birds, fish and animals.
I sat there thinking of what it would have looked like a few hundred years ago...I spoke with the "spirits" of the land...I had my conversations with that which created it all...it was a good day.
As I sat there, deep in my own thoughts/meditation - I held a napkin I had used at lunch. I twisted it in my hands, tore it, tied knots...all the while not paying any mind to what my hands were doing. I worked the napkin - almost like some would prayer beads.
I don't know how long I sat that way...I enjoyed my "time". After a while I looked up at the sky and became aware of the "here and now".
I looked down at my hands and there was the napkin ... but it had been formed into the shape of a perfect angel. It gave me a real start...I looked at it, turned it around in my hands...it had the wings...a head had been fashioned - a knot in the right spot which gave way to a flowing robe...it was uncanny - startling.
I still don't think I can relay what I felt...I said my thanks, that's for certain.
Only I truly know that I had no conscious thought of what my hands were doing...and yet, I had made this shape.
How did my hands form something so exact when my mind did not intend to do it? A sign perhaps? An answer to the
question(s) I had posed? A gentle indication of how the light works through us...sometimes without our direct conscious knowledge? Or maybe just a nice "Hello" from beyond?
Whatever the case - I cannot explain what happened...but the "signpost" was hard to miss this time.
Morningstar
I sat there thinking of what it would have looked like a few hundred years ago...I spoke with the "spirits" of the land...I had my conversations with that which created it all...it was a good day.
As I sat there, deep in my own thoughts/meditation - I held a napkin I had used at lunch. I twisted it in my hands, tore it, tied knots...all the while not paying any mind to what my hands were doing. I worked the napkin - almost like some would prayer beads.
I don't know how long I sat that way...I enjoyed my "time". After a while I looked up at the sky and became aware of the "here and now".
I looked down at my hands and there was the napkin ... but it had been formed into the shape of a perfect angel. It gave me a real start...I looked at it, turned it around in my hands...it had the wings...a head had been fashioned - a knot in the right spot which gave way to a flowing robe...it was uncanny - startling.
I still don't think I can relay what I felt...I said my thanks, that's for certain.
Only I truly know that I had no conscious thought of what my hands were doing...and yet, I had made this shape.
How did my hands form something so exact when my mind did not intend to do it? A sign perhaps? An answer to the
question(s) I had posed? A gentle indication of how the light works through us...sometimes without our direct conscious knowledge? Or maybe just a nice "Hello" from beyond?
Whatever the case - I cannot explain what happened...but the "signpost" was hard to miss this time.
Morningstar
