I recently went on what could be described as a pilgrimage. I went to see an event in memory of a spiritual teacher who has had a profound impact on my spiritual development. As we looked at videos of some of his lectures, I was grateful to have been in his presence when he was alive. And to be with those who are still learning from his works and appreciating who he was and still is for us, was a joy and a privilege.
There were more than a few synchronicities that played out over the weekend of this conference.
One, has in connection to guardian angels.
Two, was regarding how one goes about showing appreciation for someone no longer in body.
Three, was the impact of seeing the Grand Canyon.
For some reason, guardian angels are up for me. I was not raised with the Catholic nearness to this phenomenon, but have always been intrigued. I have had readings where the facilitator would tell me what my guardian angel was trying to communicate. I was always fascinated that my guardian angel couldn’t or wouldn’t contact me directly, if they were real at all. In any case, my hyper-awareness of the topic allowed me to take in several interesting occurrences over the weekend of June 12th. The last day, I noticed there was a guardian angel statue on the tiptop shelf of the bedroom linen closet. I had not noticed it in the three previous days we had been there. I went to my computer, which was on from the night before, where I was surfing the web about the subject. I went to my email and noticed I had an update waiting. It was a receipt from being at the Grand Canyon, from buying drinks at the café. I had not noticed the name, but now was looking at the emailed receipt from The Bright Angel Café! When we first arrived in our cottage, there were two people talking on the balcony below us – they were talking about guardian angels!
My point is simply that there are times we are being poked, as it were, to pay attention. The universe – Divinity – knows how to get to us, and if we are paying attention it can lead to new points of awareness for us at specific points in our development. Why this now? I don’t yet know. But I am going to find out.
What is poking you?
The next issue was one of paying respects to someone whose ashes were presented, namely the said spiritual teacher. As I watched people go up, I witnessed elaborate expressions toward the box with the ashes. I also saw people barely glance at the box as they walked by with barely a gesture of any kind. I wondered what I would do, and didn’t really want to be watched. But I did want to go up and do something. I could have sat there in appreciation, but somehow I felt within that I wanted to do more to show my profound appreciation… even though I knew he was not in that box. Did I want to bow? I didn’t think so, since I am not use to bowing before anyone. Of course, I am aware of cultures that have made a beautiful cultural norm of bowing to other people. In any case, by the time it was my turn, I still didn’t know what I would do! But when I stood there, I knew!! I slowly dropped to one knee, bowed my head in thanks, put my hands over my mouth and gestured my hands toward the box as I rose. This I realized, in the midst of it all, was between the teacher and me, wherever his spirit was. It was my own internal acknowledgement, and it did not matter who was watching. It was still a private moment.
I remember when my father died, that at his burial I stood motionless after all had left. For some time I could not move… did not want to leave his side. Being the only son, there was some honoring that that expression was able to deliver. I stood there for what was perhaps 10 minutes but seemed like an eternity, until a friend came and gently let me know that it is all right if I leave; that my father has undoubtedly received my expression of honor, appreciation and gratitude for what he had been to me and done for me. Now, to honor the spiritual teacher was a moving moment for me personally, and to do so as part of a public watching was, in reality, adding to the group appreciation that we all took in as an outpouring of love.
Who would you bow to out of deep respect?
Now, going to the Grand Canyon after all of this was a powerful experience of realizing (again) that The Creator is more than we can humanly fathom. But we do get glimpses as we look upon great sites like the Grand Canyon. We can feel the power and majesty, see the beauty, and try to understand the vastness of what we are seeing. Still, it is only a glimpse of Divinity’s reality and greatness.
I could have bowed down at that site also… in acknowledgment of all that I know God to be (as well as what I don’t know). And I did. On one knee I got down as I raised my hands. My wife took a picture of that. It may turn out to be a favorite.
And now I am back to everyday, common life. It will be interesting in the days ahead to see what remains of such powerful experiences, knowing that we cannot stay on the mountaintop, but must come back down to earth, so to speak. At least there are pictures to remind me of it all… and perhaps more stays in me than seeps out. Here’s hoping.
May you have Power For Life Now!