In the late 1970s, I joined a group of businesspeople in Wichita who met on a regular basis to meditate. They were some of the most prominent men in town. However, they did not want it known that they meditated.
One of these men, several years my senior and a deeply spiritual person, became a good friend. After I had known him for a few years, he was diagnosed with cancer. His cancer progressed and, at the end of his life, I visited him nearly every day. As he neared death, I was with him at his home and asked him if I could rub his feet. He was hesitant. I do not believe he had ever allowed anyone else to touch his feet, but he relented and allowed me to rub them. The next day, when I arrived to see him, his wife wiped her tears. She told me he was no longer conscious, though he was still breathing. I went into his room and, as I began to rub his feet, I felt something happen. Something came through his feet and into me.
Suddenly, I remembered an event from my youth. As a teenager, I developed a bias against religious doctrine, which I considered to be unscientific “hocus-pocus,” and my British schooling reinforced that bias. But despite this, there was a period during my youth when I felt like there was someone who was guiding or leading me. This feeling did not fit with my training and perspective, and I found it disturbing.
One night when I was on a long walk, I felt the presence and said to it, “Hey, I don’t know who you are or why you are here, but I need to develop the logical side of my brain. Otherwise, I will always be dependent on you, and I don’t want that. Would you please leave me alone?”
I felt something leave my body. It was a physical experience. No words were spoken, but I understood it to say, “I will be back when you are ready.”
Now, at the side of my friend’s deathbed, I knew I was ready. I recognized what it was and allowed it to open the door of my psyche and walk in as a friend.
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What a great story! The stars aligned just right for you & Treva! ❤️