THE MYSTIC OF FLOWERS About 8 years ago, I became close to an older gentleman. A highly knowledgeable dude. I don’t want to give too many details about him. If I did, most of my friends would easily recognize him. He’s a strong, highly opinionated personality. I have a lot of respect for him. I can easily see him in a movie, and I assure you, you won’t be bored. One of these days, I may just steal some of his characteristics and transfer it to a fictional character in a story. What brought us together was our common love for spirituality. I noticed how a few birds felt at home, spending time on his window sill. I observed the delicate and palpable love he shows to flowers. How he would carefully clean each petal. I kept quiet. But, was impressed. At a point, he lent me THE CELESTINE PROPHECY. I read it throughout the night. I still had a conventional job, then, but it was that riveting. The book explored 9 insights. I cannot recall all, now. But, I was particularly touched by the admonition to pay more attention to nature, to beauty. Fortunately for me, I was living in a lovely house then. My landlord, a retired naval officer had planted flowers around the impeccably clean compound. It was just me and the landlord. Two flats. Apart from the flowers, one thing I noticed as soon as I moved in was that the man has 3 lovely daughters. Enchanting princesses. I quickly warned myself that I should not see them. Apart from saying ‘hello’, I doubted if we had anything to say. Now, I am not some highly disciplined mystic, who has transcended the siren songs of the flesh. No. It’s just that I suspect that my landlord may have a Gun. I had my two young sons living with me then. 4 and 2 years. Not a nice time to make them orphans. But back to the PROPHECY…I was really gripped by the book, and I started paying attention to its teachings. I actually started devoting more attention to the beauty in nature. It’s surprising what could happen from something that simple. Soon after, I actually started perceiving energy fields…and I did, for years. I guess, until the pressures of the maze, the myriad demands of modern life, seized my soul, again. Michael Newman
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 20:19:18 +0000
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