Commentaries by Cynthia

A friend sent this to me, and I wanted to pass it along because I know how the author feels. Perhaps you do, as well.

*Excerpt from Life of Miracles by Almine*

As my world became more mystical, it also became less accessible to others. The loneliness engulfed me, so I traveled to the Grand Canyon in hopes of gaining some answers. After a long days journey, I checked into a motel room and before sleeping, poured my heart out in prayer, saying, I no longer fit with other people. Is there no one with whom I can share these spiritual experiences? Why are people becoming more hostile the more loving I become?

As I lay in the dark, I heard a voice say, When you rise on higher thermals, like an eagle, you leave the flocks behind. The world knows that which is not its own and rejects those of a higher frequency. I understood intellectually what this meant, but I also knew it didnt ease my lonely heart.

That night, unseen fingers were stroking my face and it disturbed my sleep. In my semi-awake state I thought I was dreaming so I made a concerted effort to wake up and end it. Yet even with my eyes open, the stroking continued. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized a large RV had been left running outside my motel room its exhaust only a few inches from the intake vent of my room.

In the heat of the summer night, the air conditioner had been sucking the noxious fumes into the room. By the smell, this had been going on for some time. I ran to the door and got help. In a state of shock, I wandered back into the aired room and sat on the corner of the bed. I knew without a shadow of a doubt I was never alone.