Some of Myself

Dear Brother/Sister

Allow me to share some of my life with you. It all started as I was giving blood for the Red Cross. They sat me in a chair and started getting the needle ready to put in my arm. I was reading a book about a women in a hope house. She was depressed, angry, full of hatred toward herself. She lay on the floor because she felt unworthy to lay on a bed. A cockroach crawled across the floor and something happened.

They put the needle in my arm and started fishing around for the vein. I stayed calm and continued reading. The woman watched the cockroach and suddenly something shifted inside her. Suddenly she didn't care about anything. Nothing mattered. Yet everything mattered a great deal and she cared about everyone. She describes it as something woke up inside her. Something that had been asleep for a very long time. It looked through her eyes and breathed through her lungs. Everything was at peace. Everything was bright and beautiful.

The needle was really starting to hurt but I almost laughed because of the peace I felt while reading. "Are you aright?" the nurse said. "Yes I'm fine, it's just the book," I lied. It wasn't just the book. Something was happening to me, right there in the chair and my blood filled the small bag below.

I was finished and I sat down for a cookie, still reading. The woman was home with her family, away from the hope house. She was kind, and quiet. Not like she used to be. She could sit at the window, or out in the desert for hours. She could see God everywhere, in everyone.

I started to drive home and blacked out. When I awoke It was as if I could hear the tires singing on cars far ahead. I was still on the road, still driving, but everything was peaceful and still. I could almost here the objects around me talking to me. My breath was relaxed and easy, my eyesight vivid and sharp as if something else were looking out.

I haven't been the same since. Everything has changed. I sit by myself a lot. When I am with other people I never worry about what they think of me. I am open and caring. To think of anyone as anything other than my friend is impossible. Songs come and I write them down. Words come and I write them down. People feel inspired to meet with me.

Something higher has woke up in me. I think it's my connection with God. I feel Him everywhere. I see Him in others. I don't know exactly what's happened. But it's good. Only peace and love feel natural now. I want to meet everyone in the world and be their friend. 

Dear Brother/Sister, My true friend, I love you. May God bless you on your quest. You are in His hands. He is real. God is real. Let go and trust. That's all that is required. We are His. His hands are ours. Go to work and He'll be waiting.