Tuesday, 31 July 2018 19:37

Something About the Music

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 The monsoon storm blew in like a lion.  I had been watching it on weather radar; the yellow’s and reds foretold a doozy.  While sitting outside with the boys, it arrived, filling our pool with debris and it even appeared we would lose one of our larger trees.  The three of us went to the sheltered side of the house and watched the lightning show, while I hooped and hollered at each strike. 

The next day I was up early, cleaning the pool filters and then slipped in to remove as much of the remaining debris that I could.  Some of our other neighbors did lose trees and one even had their cinder block wall blown over.  There was nothing I could do.  I had a flight to catch and I was already late, but at the same time I knew the universe was watching over me.  And, the music even sounded wonderful in my soul (my private hint that I am feeling good).

Traffic was heavy at that time of the morning, but I wasn’t stressing.  If I missed my flight, I knew it was meant to be. I was overcome with a strong feeling of LOVE for everyone and everybody as I drove slowly along, so I took that feeling and projected all around the planet.  I made it and was the next to last on, a flight with 23 empty seats.  Surprisingly, a seat on the aisle was available. After settling in quickly, I started reading one of my Louis L’Amour western novels that I love so much, but I couldn’t help but notice the family I was sitting with.

They were a young couple with three children.  The father sat with the boys, ages seven and five, filling the left side of the aisle while the mother sat on the right side of the aisle with their daughter aged three.  Something about all of them – they were all beautiful, with a beautiful energy emanating from them.  Before too long, I leaned across the aisle and softly told the man, “You have a wonderful family; nice job.”  The young lady must have heard me, and we started a conversation.  Ultimately she asked how many children I have. 

Naturally I told her I have two children, one here and one on the other side.  I introduced her to Quinton and our journey, as briefly as I could.  I told her of his visits and now after nine and one-half years, when I speak, I hammer home the simple fact that dead people don’t send us signs nor visit us in those amazingly beautiful and crystal clear dreams – ONLY THE LIVING DO THIS!  I went on just a moment longer, sharing that when I speak now, I let those in the audience know that being eternal applies to each of us as well, as I invite each to look at their live through a different lens – that lens being, given that we are eternal, what are we to learn from this.

This family were all kindred spirits.  There was something wonderful about them as I watched the father, so patient and loving with their boys and the mother so patient and loving with their daughter.  I kept looking left and right, barely suppressing my smile as my eyes watered with gratitude.  The mother brought up the topic of adversity and how it is a teacher.  This is a favorite topic of mine as well. 

We landed without incident.  Once to the gate, the passengers began to disembark but I needed to tell them once more what they meant to me.  I tapped the gentleman on the shoulder and softly said, “God Bless you and your family.  Being here with you has made my day and lifted my spirits.”  The words were for him; they were intimate and filled with love.  As I looked back to my right, I saw the mother had heard every word and was gazing at her husband through teary eyes, with love. 

At this point, it is plainly obvious that my being late was coordinated so I could sit amidst these five angels.  Leaving the airport, I walked on a thin level of air and noticed some looking at me and smiling.  Meeting and connecting others has that effect on us, does it not?  During the day was more of the same.  A client came to my office and picked up both Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy that I had brought to share with a tenant.  She looked lovingly at Quinton. 

The day wound down quickly.  I had a 4:00 appointment and had twenty five minutes to get there, but I had to deliver the books to the intended recipient.  And I did, with a hug.  I made my appointment and the next thing I know I handed out a Quinton’s Messages card and had a conversation about adversity being a teacher.  I didn’t bring it up, she did.  As I drove to the hotel, I heard, “you are listening to 95.5 The Q.”  Indeed, I was.

As I consciously seek peace as I go small with the social media, these amazing things are beginning to happen again.  The phone is ringing with fellow travelers seeking…  I most certainly know very little about the why or even the how, but I sit here in gratitude and in deepening sense of peace.

And I wish the same for you.

Namaste

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