As I listen to one of the "Conversations With God" music CD's, the voices begin to clamor for attention. The signs inundate my senses and I often find myself talking back, getting annoyed at their urgency, so afraid a thought or action that is so important will be forgotten.
Disc 1: http://www.amazon.com/Conversations-With-God-Windham-Collection/dp/B000000NNX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382032964&sr=8-1&keywords=conversations+with+god+in+music
My mom is up there with them now and I often think of the "Calvin and Hobbes" cartoon she loved so dearly because she said I was SO like him and Hobbes with my own teddy bear (and yes, at age 50, Teddy still is at my bedside). One of her favorites was posted at her work place. You know the one, where Calvin looks frazzled and quite annoyed and says “God put me on earth to accomplish certain things. Right now, I’m so far behind, I’ll never die.”
https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/13778.Bill_Watterson
When it gets that way, I tell them all to shut up and go away! I laugh or cry afterwards and apologize and tell them I'm sorry and welcome them back. It's quite a scene really. Most folks believe in the afterlife but attribute such conversations to simply "talking to themselves", the mind's inner musings. I don't. I DO believe, truly BELIEVE, in the afterlife AND our ability to continue to use our senses to communicate with it in more powerful ways than science would have us do ONLY with what they have yet verified.
Call me "Crazy Ivan" and I'll usually smile nowadays and direct you here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crazy_Ivan
But I digress (I get lost in that blissful music!).
Disc 2: http://www.amazon.com/Conversations-With-God-Windham-Collection/dp/B00000DF9H/ref=pd_sim_m_1
Lately, I have shared their urgency as never before. I know where the future is pointing and I'm not sure I am up to the task appointed to me (and agreed upon) previously (a bit of light reading for the open-minded: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/104979.Journey_of_Souls).
There are still the small day-to-day things I can do in the meantime, like this blog.
When I got up this morning, I went into the kitchen and my thoughts lead me back to a visit as a young child to the house of a friend of my parents. I don't recall who the family member was but we went into a bedroom to also see a bedridden family member who had polio. He was wasting away and I hurt inside to see him. The room smelled and I wanted to get away so very bad.
I am not sure why my parents took me in there, perhaps knowing how terrible it was and how important it was to show that man he was still loved and important and not forgotten but it was imprinted upon my mind very strongly. I wanted so bad for him to just BE BETTER.
So when I began searching all the many causes that were important to me, I realized how very small I was, how very poor I was, and how very great the needs of this world I love so much are. Where to start? Everywhere! What to give? Everything! When to do it? Always!
Of course, if you listen to those voices, you may find you've left the house with a pocket full of money and come back a pauper. Each and every day, until it is all gone. I have had days like that and those that depended on me in the past were not happy when I got that way, but how could I deny the power of THAT voice?
Disc 3: http://www.amazon.com/Communion-God-Various-Artists/dp/B00004ZBDS/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1382034340&sr=1-1&keywords=communion+with+god
It is not always easy but I do try to find a balance nowadays. So when I questioned the Source for something dear to me and it fell in my lap, I was quite astounded I hadn't thought of it myself.
I smiled, thinking fondly of the money I spent last night. It was for a friend's birthday as well as for the work of the Sister's of Perpetual Indulgence (https://www.facebook.com/groups/253443891362275/ or on the net: http://www.magiccitysistersbham.org/) but how fun is it when both the birthday boy and myself win prizes simply playing bingo to raise money for those affected by HIV and AIDS and other such charities?
Give until it hurts y'all!!!
Blessed be and Namaste.
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