(For that personal sense of FEELING WRONG, and what to do, click here )
WOKEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
by
a strange message on the phone
He'd
been playing with a new “modality” - as the new-agers say.
For
over a week, clearing out “stuff” he never knew he had.
It was hard work and yet there was a lightness to it all - coming to terms with never quite “getting there” (not that he knew what “there” was, any more) and half-daring to feel that somethings (whatever they were) were about to change.
It was hard work and yet there was a lightness to it all - coming to terms with never quite “getting there” (not that he knew what “there” was, any more) and half-daring to feel that somethings (whatever they were) were about to change.
It
was after one very exhausting day when elated laughter, deepest
weeping, body-spasms of spontaneous vibration and all sorts of
powerful feelings had been giving way to one another, that, in the
middle of the dark night he woke and saw that the phone was blinking.
A message.
Normally,
he would have just gone back to sleep, but, without a thought, he
went to the phone and listened to the message.
“Hello - you asked me yesterday if I was willing to heal, or else you wouldn't work with me any more.”
“Hello - you asked me yesterday if I was willing to heal, or else you wouldn't work with me any more.”
There
was a short pause in the message, and then,
“I've made my decision. I wish to heal. I will come to your studio at midday and if you're there we can start. If you're not there, I'll know you've given up on me.”
Not sure if he was awake or dreaming, he went back to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning it was late when he woke.
“I've made my decision. I wish to heal. I will come to your studio at midday and if you're there we can start. If you're not there, I'll know you've given up on me.”
Not sure if he was awake or dreaming, he went back to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning it was late when he woke.
Suddenly
he remembered the message - he went back to the phone but the message
had gone. In two minds, he spent the morning strangely nervous, not
sure what to do; in the end he left home for his studio arriving with
a few minutes to spare before midday.
Unlocking
the door he was surprised to see a rather feminine-looking man of
indeterminate age (was he young? or perhaps older than he looked?)
sitting in the visitor's chair.
“I
hope you don't mind - I let myself in.”
Muttering
something about that this was OK and completely bewildered by the
stranger's odd presence, he started to make himself some coffee.
“I've
decided it would be best if I paid you up front – I've put it in
your donation box.”
Glancing
up from the coffee-pot he saw a pile of envelopes – one of them
seemed to be filled with stacks of notes.
“I'm
paying cash today.”
The
coffee-pot seemed to take longer than ever before to brew. When, at
last, with the comfort of the coffee mug in his hand, he turned to
face the stranger, the stranger looked him in the eyes and said,
“I
wish you to know that your decision was absolutely spot-on! Unless
I heal everything I've done and said in all these years, you're right
to go on without me.”
Looking
into the stranger's extraordinary eyes and hearing the resonance of
what he (or was it she?) was saying, he found himself
uncharacteristically blushing; “Thank you!....”
He
was about to continue but the stranger interrupted him.
“I
think you know who I am.”
There
was an odd, huge knot in the pit of his stomach.
“I'm
god; and I've come to you to help me let go. I need to heal
everything.”
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