Sometimes spirit guides me not to pick a music station on the computer/iphone for a c-section.
The last time this happened, I had a very anxious patient. I kept the room silent, and as the anxiety kicked in--before I offered versed (an anxiolytic)--I offered 'your choice in music' if that would help make you more comfortable?
Yup. It was the Praise and Worship station that was requested.
After my tour of Pearl Harbor, after I got the music playing, I couldn't help but notice the similar pronunciation of Worship and Warship...was that on purpose by whoever invented those words???
I don't knock any religion if it brings someone closer to God--Spirit--The Divine...there's no point. And there's even a song I adore that got played right as the baby was born in the operating room. I'll add that one at the end.
I have to be really careful now. People like comfort. They like to think they have everything 'all figured out'. And 'what I was told when I was little' is the be-all, end-all for the religious experience.
And for just as many people who support the perpetuation of the idea of a vengeful God who acts like the pointing finger in the clouds, judging people...there are even more who have been so deeply WOUNDED by this 'faith'--of any denomination, mind you--that the mere mention of God or Jesus makes them 'unlike' the page and write really angry comments in the comments section.
Does this boy know anything about religion, theology, the wars that were fought and the millions and millions who have been raped, tortured and killed 'in the name of God'?
Does this boy even know 'all the right words' with which to pray?
I doubt he has memorized anything like an Our Father or a Hail Mary, if he is Catholic.
Can he even spell the words he uses? Or read? Or write?
But his prayers are heard...
This is the image the Divine Creator wants to share with you--just someplace in Florida that is beautiful and lovely.
It has perfect balance of water and land and air and sunshine.
Where are the words in this picture?
There is only the music of the breeze in the tall grass, the animals and birds and fishes and frogs...and the crickets...
Open your heart to The Divine.
I did it, just a short while ago, today. I was like, God? (I call him God--it's easy for me--but I know the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine in perfect balance are implied when I call 'him' that.)
I was like, God? I think I left my heart in Oahu and I don't know what to do...I don't even know where to begin God, but please? Help!
And I let go. I didn't judge. I didn't question. I let all my feelings that were so difficult to find words for--I let them out of my heart and float up to connect to Creator...
God listens--even when you can't find the right words to say.
Creator listens to the message your heart has directly for him but you can't put into words--anguish, suffering, confusion, loneliness, aching for home.
And Creator cares very very very much about YOU.
Ross asks me to share the conversation we had yesterday at 41,000 feet altitude.
(this is only for if you are interested--the teaching point of this post is already made <3 )
Ross: who are those kids on the flight with you?
The actor was most kind, and even shook his hand. It would be no problem to take the picture at the airport. Ross? You work fast! And that is plenty of blessing for me. Mahalo nui loa….thank you for having them meet our boy <3
P.P.S. My son said there WAS a mother with the indian kid--I never saw them speak to one another--but apparently this one had a parent and the other actor was alone.
P.P.P.S. Here is the song I promised at the end. If you are offended by religious names and words, just skip it. I like the tune, and compared to the rest of the music on 'that station', this one works really nice when a child is being born in a c-section.
I Can Only Imagine -- by Mercy Me