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“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this ‘emotion’ is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder, or stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. His eyes are closed.”
Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein
A. Creature Never Seen Before
One of the advantages of living in the Cape Breton Highlands is that I have space to think in. Maybe the beautiful and spacious surroundings are even allowing my ‘Third Eye’ to take a gander at the events that happen around me.
Sue's Memorial Bench in Cape Breton Highlands
Third Eye can be defined as “a point on the forehead corresponding to one of the chakras in yoga, often depicted as an eye and associated with enlightenment or mystical insight.”
The third eye, supposedly, can over-ride our dualistic thinking, that many, including myself, see as the messenger of all things correct. You know, the two sides viewpoint. Conservative or liberal, right or wrong, black or white, God or no God, spirits exist or spirits don’t exist, vaccinate or don’t vaccinate.
“We must teach not in the way philosophy is taught, but in the way that the Spirit teaches. We must teach spiritual things spiritually.
1 Corinthians 2:13
1 Corinthians 2:13
When I recently returned home from Ontario, I arrived to mayhem. The mice, the squirrels and the chipmunks, had a party. Empty cereal boxes on the floor, chewed up notes, toilet paper strewn about, lots of mouse turds, stuffed animals on the floor, cripes, I almost expected to find empty liquor bottles. And, the Virginia Creeper had crashed the party by pushing its tentacles over the door and into the hallway. Now that’s a wild party.
Marking Trail to Bench
The next day, I decided to stop feeding the birds. You see, the seeds attract the squirrels and chipmunks. It was a sad decision to make.
Well, the following day, while splitting fire wood, a chickadee landed on a branch near-by. I knew damn well what he was telling me. Where’s the bird food?
Well, the following day, while splitting fire wood, a chickadee landed on a branch near-by. I knew damn well what he was telling me. Where’s the bird food?
Geese in Cemetery Where my Parents Are Buried
On top of that, there was poor Dominic, hunkered down in his squirrel hunting blind. But there were no squirrels because I’d stopped putting out seeds. It’s one of his joys in life. He never hurts the squirrels except by mistake.
Well, I’m now feeding the birds. And the squirrels and the chipmunks.
A few days later, some of Sue’s family visited. They were entertained by all the activity going on outside my living room window. Which proved to me that it’s how we perceive positives and negatives.
My next story is a better one to describe a third eye event.
A few days later, some of Sue’s family visited. They were entertained by all the activity going on outside my living room window. Which proved to me that it’s how we perceive positives and negatives.
My next story is a better one to describe a third eye event.
When I was in Ontario, I went to a Tim Hortons. It was the day before I was to leave for home. There I was, sitting in the corner, with my cup of hot tea.
My Daughter Natalie and Me
An elderly man and woman entered. The man was being kind and sweet. It didn’t take me long to realize that his wife probably had dementia. I felt sad. Sad for the man, sad for the woman and sad because they reminded me of Sue’s dementia.
The woman sat down on a chair. The counter faced the parking lot. Her back was to me. The man went and ordered and then returned with two coffees and two sandwiches which he placed onto the counter.
The woman sat down on a chair. The counter faced the parking lot. Her back was to me. The man went and ordered and then returned with two coffees and two sandwiches which he placed onto the counter.
Then he said, “How many Tim bits should we buy?”
I could see that he was involving his wife in the decision.
I didn’t hear her reply.
He then walked to the counter to order. I sat and watched the woman pick up a coffee and then set it down. Fiddle with the sandwiches. Pick one up and investigate it. Set it down. Pick up a coffee cup and set it down. It was as if I was watching Sue.
I could see that he was involving his wife in the decision.
I didn’t hear her reply.
He then walked to the counter to order. I sat and watched the woman pick up a coffee and then set it down. Fiddle with the sandwiches. Pick one up and investigate it. Set it down. Pick up a coffee cup and set it down. It was as if I was watching Sue.
I became more sad. So many memories.
Suddenly, she stood up, bent down and picked a dime up off the floor.
Wow! Another dime event.
I have found so many dimes since Sue died. I keep them in a half-rose shaped glass container. They are dimes that appear at times when I need the dime communication.
It’s all in the perception, folks.
Suddenly, she stood up, bent down and picked a dime up off the floor.
Wow! Another dime event.
I have found so many dimes since Sue died. I keep them in a half-rose shaped glass container. They are dimes that appear at times when I need the dime communication.
It’s all in the perception, folks.
Scary Halloween Monster
But, did she find the dime or did she drop the dime? How would I find out? Maybe I could do some research? Watch videos to see when the dime got there? Question the staff?
Her husband returned. He helped her adjust her coat. He then picked up the coffees and the sandwiches from the counter. His hands were full.
As they walked toward the door, the husband in the lead, the woman said to the man, “I found a dime.”
As they walked toward the door, the husband in the lead, the woman said to the man, “I found a dime.”
Hiking to Bench
I believe that my Third Eye got to take a peek through a crack in the infinite veil. Witnessed a parable in action. A story blossoming in front of me.
And, I received another shiny silver sliver of closure.
And, I received another shiny silver sliver of closure.
A Photo of my Daughter With Some of her Friends
