Dear Liquid,
I'm so glad that Rap has been losing is first enthusiastic converts.
I loved your story... about your lovely friend who would be endlessly singing. Now, when they put together the Criteria for Heaven, you would think that singing 24/7 would be top in the list.
And that reminds me of an insight that was once provided me. I was at a rehearsal Bhajan Session -- Sanskrit/Hindu Singing -- and one of the other guys was having a problem with one of the melodies, and he said "Singing is new to me. Its not like I'm singing every moment of the day, like Leo". And it occurred to me that I was mostly singing under my breath most of the time. I had no idea it had been noticable.
Oh... and THAT reminds me of a dream I had years ago ... the Dream Scene had been perking along as per ordinary, when all of a sudden it was all in a buzz. It seems that walking into the City Square was this much acclaimed young Goddess. She was proclaimed to be the Highest of Oracles and Poetresses. She came close by enough that I heard her. The words were both incomprehensible and meaningful at the same time, that is, on the surface the words seemed a senseless jumble, but then after just a moment, images and ideas would come to mind. And the phrasing was in a sing-song with tempo... a primordial song.
Again, but years later, and years before now, I met another songstress in my dreams. This one gave me the gift of True Discernment. I had been rewarded. You see, in the dream she was extremely fat and ugly. But she had a guitar and she played and sang very beautifully. Some guys came by and began to laugh and point and ridicule her, and in doing so it made it difficult to hear her singing and playing. So I roughly but quickly quieted the guys down, telling them to LISTEN.
Then it seemed that I had passed some test and the Songstress stopped and approached me and looking square into my eyes said "The Faculty most worth cultivating is the Faculty of True Discernment". From then on I seemed to always have a bit more insight into things. Then the dream transitioned to a new scene in which I was a disembodied point of awareness. It was a moonlit arbor, and down in the paths was Diana the Goddess of the Hunt. Wow, she was beautiful, wearing translucent white that played in the moonlite. Along came this verile hunter who was instantly enamored of Diana, enough to begin to flirt up a storm, saying "I feel lucky this evening, as though I could get any game I shoot for. It is like they don't have a chance.". and Diana, remained silent but pulled the most crooked arrow from her quiver and strung it into her bow, and turning her head aside to make it obvious she was not aiming, let the arrow fly. It ended in a bush... one could see the feathers of the arrow to the outside of the branches and leaves. She walked up and pulled the arrow free of the bush, and there on the end of the arrow was an impaled gamebird. Then she said "Chance. Nothing happens by chance."
Now, that one still has me thinking. It is not as though the Universe is determined and all destiny is fixed and immutable. I think it is more likely that "Nothing happens by Chance" is indicative of very precise responsibilities and accountabilities. There may be Divine Assistance at times, but then there is Demonic Interference. Spiritual intents can be frustrated by materialist and atheistic conspiracies. There is a great interplay of forces at work, but nothing is happening by Chance. But then there is the content of that dream -- the Sure Shot without Aiming. This would tell me that at Her level of Goddess Spirituality, intent alone is Aim enough. but, yes, I am still thinking about that one.
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