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“A Spirit Wind…”

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This happened to me today, around 2:45 EST. This isn’t a ghost story, or fictitious in any way.

Allow me to preface this account by saying that I am no stranger to the woods of the Eastern U.S. I grew up surrounded by mountains in SW Virginia, and spent many hours in those woods – hunting, fishing, just walking . . . you name it.

I have never gone for very long without returning to the woods, even to this day. I can usually tell you what animal is making a noise without even looking, just by the sound of the way that they travel. I am, by no means, some expert tracker or adept woodsman, but there isn’t much that I haven’t experienced in the outdoors. I know when a storm is coming just by watching how the leaves turn in the wind.

Today, I was in the woods, by a stream. I was in Northern Virginia, near where I live. The creek by which I was squatting down had, over the past three years, yielded to me two, prehistoric, milky quartz arrowheads – in the water.

As I said, I was squatted down by this creek, looking at rocks. A creek full of tumbled stones is always a joy for me – a regular treasure hunt; you never know what beautiful little piece that Creation may present to you.

As I was there, on my haunches listening to the water, I was whispering my mantra, which I wrote about here: http://risinghawk.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/like-a-prayer/ [Since I wrote that post, I have discovered that the mantra, when whispered, seems to embody the sound of the wind and a stream - the woods - and that is what led to go to the woods today]

Quite unexpectedly, a deer caught me off-guard as it leaped across the water upstream from me. I was downwind, so I don’t think she realized that I was there, either. In the distance, there was a crow sounding a distress call, which led me to believe that it had likely found an owl’s roost, or perhaps a hawk. The squirrels were very active, too.

Then, the wind changed. There was no chance of rain today, but rain was blowing in. The breeze became quite strong – very cool and refreshing – and I could hear the rain as it began to blow through the tree-tops, sweeping in my direction. It sounded like a pretty big rain coming in. In fact, the wind through the trees was unusually loud, and I began to feel little drops of water hitting my arms. Now, here’s the kicker – my arms were dry. There was no water, no tree sap, no insects or anything else on my arms . . . and the sky was clear. This lasted about 10-15 seconds, then it was over.

I cannot begin to describe the power of that moment, but I know that the mantra was involved, and a deep connection to Spirit that I hadn’t felt to that extent before.

I wasn’t drunk, (or even drinking for that matter), or on medication, or in any way delusional – it happened – and what occurred can not be dismissed by any sort of “logic” or scientific blather. I was keenly aware of the moment. I felt no fear . . . just awe.

Today, I can say without reservation, that I was touched by a “Spirit Wind,” and it felt magnificent. I wish I could tell you what it meant, but I can’t – I don’t know.

The importance of this story isn’t my experience. It is that if I can experience such a thing, then so can you; because I am not special or superior in any way to anyone. If you make yourself available, there is magic to be had.

Many Blessings To All…

LOTD


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Missing-In-Action…”

I’ve been missing-in-action on this blog for a little while. No one really cared enough to ask what’s up…but that doesn’t keep me from writing anyway; I do what I do. And what I am doing on Saturday is going to the Maryland Renaissance Faire.

My wife and I have gone every year for the last 3 years or so. Yes, I love going and, yes, I know that it is a romanticized, unrealistic depiction of “medieval” times. So what.

That is a problem with the world today…instead of seeing the world in a “romanticized” manner that appeals to the way that one wants to live, there is judgment instead. When you lose the child-like ability to create a worldview that is fun and, yes, idealistic, you are essentially dead. When you stop believing in magic, go ahead and start digging your grave. It may be years before your body actually takes its place there…but your energy is in the grave already.

It’s your perspective that shapes your experience. Life is what YOU make it; why be so serious, so rigid and “realistic?” You can have it. Me? I’ll keep dreaming of the magic and the mystery – and keep up with my responsibilities in-between.

It’s all your choice.

Many Blessings To All…

LOTD

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