I know I'm a vibrational being. My life now is what I have
attracted by my mind's strongest vibrations. What I fail to fathom is how did I
pull in the neighbors, the office management and the security guards that all
violate everything that I believe in.
I keep thinking of Edgar Cayce in
times like these. He had done more to help people that I ever could, and he had
found the connection to the infinite in a way that completely defies my
understanding. Yet he suffered more than those who cannot see beyond ego and
avarice.
Few are those who had led a more
decent and honorable life. He had learned to overcome the sense of alienation from
being different than anyone else. Still, so many times in his unparalleled life
he had felt that his greatest power was also his biggest curse.
I made my way to my rented room carrying my usual steamed
rice breakfast, side stepping the mud puddles from the rain last night.
A blue sky is being born on the
gray dome of the earth. I realized that my early morning walks from the office
has become a form of meditation and prayer, and I think of it as a great
blessing.
I kept thinking about your infinite
wisdom. I know that every man, woman and child who has ever lived is a unique
individual. How wonderful are your works!
There has never been anyone like me
in the history of mankind, and there will never be in the coming generations. I
wouldn't mind if there are more people like me, though.
But instead of making me feel
arrogant, I felt a wave of humility wash over me, like the tide from the
boundless ocean as it embraces the shore.
Dawn was slowly breaking as I walked under the trees in the
forest-like open field at the end of I.T. Park. I was trying to empty my mind
to just enjoy the moment.
I yearn for the sense of wholeness
that comes from being close to nature. When I feel that inexplicable calm, my
mind would play Kenny Rankin's "What Matters Most," my favorite song
second only to Louie Armstrong's "What A Wonderful World."
The Wednesday Song of my blog
2Rivers came out today. By coincidence, it was Aiza Seguerra's beautiful
accoustic version.
But I don't believe in
coincidences. A universe continuously being created by an infinitely
multdimensional living intelligence cannot be just a series of random events.
It happened so many times that a song would suddenly be on
my mind, then later I would hear it on my radio.
When I woke up this morning, there
was complete silence so there was absolutely no reason why "Your
Love" by Jim Brickman should be playing on my head. But it was.
This evening I was inspired to
listen to music when I heard an old ballad that I love from a passing cell
phone outside when I went out to get some dinner; I don't know the lyrics or
the artist but I was filled with warm feelings.
What I'm searching for are the
songs from the soundtrack of my life. The first on my headset is "Never
Let Her Slip Away" from Andrew Gold, shortly followed by "Who's
Holding Donna Now" by El DeBarge.
So when I turned on the radio, I
got that Jim Brickman song sure enough.