Precious and sweet is the time hearts and minds join
together to express LOVE for Universal Forces in meditation. June provide two
ideal meditation pieces of beautiful music enhancing our meditation experience.
Prayers of gratitude were offered for the cohesive, cooperative effects the
Covid 19 is requiring and creating among countries of the world as they MUST
team up to protect the health of the people of earth. There were prayers for
healing and other concerns.
We read the remainder of
meditation chapter in the Cayce
Primer and discussed it. We discussed how
incarcerated inmate John Sherman's painting (at the Cottonwood Arts Gallery show this month),
is an expression of divine love and the divine feminine, while portraying
personal growth and spiritual development. It is entitled "Pink Aura." Business discussed was whether we should have a visitation/social time at 6:30 pm so we
can begin our weekly meetings at 7:00pm.
We talked about ways to support a much needed shelter for rehabilitation, like Bakhita Mountain
Home for women impacted by human trafficking (not one place in Colorado).
In 2018, there where 178 confirmed cases
needing Bakhita Mountain Home services including trauma-based therapy in order
to heal. A group of Franciscan and Benedictine sisters, female survivors of sex
trafficking and lay women envisioned a home well suited to meet survivors needs.
We can support remodeling and furnishing of the Home by donations or pledges
set up online at http://BakhitaMountainHome.org/donate.
One member shared a personal story that began after she
attended her first ASF group in Texas in 1971. Before long, she entered a
bookstore, walked over to a shelf as if guided to the spot, purchased the first
book her hands and eyes touched upon. It
was a book by Lobsang Rampa, which she then read.
Fifteen years later, in the Ballroom of the Golden,
Colorado Holiday she listened to retired New York Metrpolitation Opera singer
Shirley Rabb Winston help attendees see whether they could recognize a past
life listening to music from ten different cultures of the world. Throughout
the seminar, she watched raised hands of numerous people answer Shirley's
question, yes, they liked music of that
culture. All day the melodies were nice but none of it made a connection.
Near days end, Shirley played a shrill high pitched
wailing sound and a slow drum beat. That ugly sound? Hardly music. Who likes this one? Shirley Winston asked the final time. How can I say I
like this? She struggled with herself, and stopped smiling. That ugly sound is not music. Her hand went up as she
realized she felt more joyous than she'd ever felt in her life. She surveyed
the big room. Every person there agreed with her intellectually, only her yoga teacher's hand was up.
Shirley explained this sound is one of Tibetan monks
marching in to evening prayers. Thirty years later, people from Nepal here were doing
a Sound Healing Bowls fund raising tour for a school. Before we start we are going to give away a
bowl. My heart jumped
out across numerous rows of people in the theater to the stage. Then he announced she had the winning
number. This bowl is not a healing bowl;
this bowl is a begging bowl. It was made with a prayer every time the bowl was struck, he said, handing it to her.
Feeling guided to buy
a book about a Tibetan monk, the highly emotional experience of extreme joy and
happiness upon hearing Tibetan monks marching into evening prayers, while the
conscious mind strongly disagreed, and my heart jumping in recognition a long
way down the theater to the begging bowl on stage are three unquestionably
convincing experiences that, yes I did
live a life as a Tibetan monk. Far more
indisputable than dreams, regressions, and readers telling me believable past
lives.
No experiment was chosen for this week.
Contemplatively yours,
Sylvia Raye
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