So, I remain perplexed about what may interest you. The end of August saw over 2500 reads on the
blog in three days. And a couple this
month seemed to provoke some thought.
But if I post simple sonnets…not so much. So here are some acts of faith in an attempt to raise your interest in
spiritual matters.
People always want proof when it comes to changing their mind about something. However, they’ll go along with outright lies if it agrees with their perspective of things. I have written about some of my experiences with spiritual forces & God’s timing. You may think the following is nothing more than coincidence & the actions of a quirky guy…but I do not follow that logic, the timing is too real.
This past Friday, as I approached the stop light where the small cemetery is,
the line to go straight was long & I was probably going to have to wait
another light cycle. But the left turn
lane was empty, so I took a left.
Turning right on the last dirt road into the cemetery, I parked at the
water spicket & forgotten infant graves & tidied up a bit. It was hot, around noon. I stood there for a moment & enjoyed the
silence.
I guess I stopped because I was wondering if Martin had
watered his son’s trees. So, I drove
down the center road and parked at the end by his son’s grave. Along the way I noticed a couple turned over
urns so after I checked the trees, I walked down the center road to the
upturned urns. I straightened them and a
few other trinkets and sat on a bench and again enjoyed the silence as others
tended their loved ones. You can see the
whole cemetery from where I sat & I noticed two graves not far away that had
four-foot-high grass. These sites, like others,
had stone or mini fence borders so cemetery staff could not mow these
sites. Folks obviously tend the bordered
sites, but these two had been neglected for a very long time. They distracted from an otherwise
well-groomed cemetery. I knew what I had
to do.
I took on the worst one first. It was a double grave. It took me over an hour, but when I was done, I had enough pulled grass & roots to make a bale of hay…which is
what I did…rolled it up, hoisted it on my shoulder & walked it to the trash
area. After disposing it I went to the
water spicket and drenched myself from head to toe…it was hot & I had dirt
all over me. Then, interesting things
started to show.
As I was bent over rinsing myself, I noticed a piece of
glass embedded in the roots of a large tree by the spicket. What I saw was the top third of a small
jar. I tried to pry it free from the
dirt & roots but didn’t want to cut my hand. So, I got a small tree limb and pried it up
& it came up from the dirt & roots rather easily…& was not broken,
a complete little candle holder, with old wax still inside it. I cleaned it up and started to walk towards
the vehicle and noticed something else.
Just ahead of me across the center road was another bench…&
something old & rusty was under it. I walked over and it was a half-buried sledgehammer
head, a 10 pounder in good shape except for the surface rust. Ok, so now I had two treasures of sorts,
maybe a thanks for cleaning up…well the old Peter Gabriel song “Sledgehammer”
did come to mind. But it was just
getting interesting.
Another eye sore was a small shrub planted at another bench site…covered in spanish moss. It had almost strangled the life out of this four-foot shrub. I spent about half an hour cleaning it all off so the bush might have a shot at renewed life & another five minutes looking for a ring that I almost lost. Then I set my sights on that last site with the four-foot-high grass.
It was a single grave with a lot of planters & stuff. At the head marker area there was a piece of cardboard that I thought was trash as I was clearing all the grass & other stuff. Turning it over it was anything but trash…no sir it was a picture of the young lady buried there. She was 28 years old with long dark hair & piercing glance. It was covered in dirt, I cleaned it up along with the entire site, it took a good forty-five minutes, but was very presentable when I finished. I propped her picture at the head marker where it was once placed. As I began to gather up the grass & roots, I was almost done picking up stray strands when I looked down and seen something shiny. It was upside down about half the size of the palm of your hand. I picked it up and turned it over & it was a crown trinket, could have even been a necklace piece.
Now that’s three good deeds & three little trinkets or signs…if you will…of thanks. At least to me that’s what it means, and no matter what you may think of me, things spiritual, or God’s timing, you cannot ignore real time experiences. It’s just a manner of where your true spirit resides. Does it lie in some mystical dark world that controls you to do illogical and harmful things to yourself and others…or does it reside in the truth of enlightenment that is meant to teach & guide you & help others?
People are afraid of what they cannot logically spiritually conceive…but that is only because our earthly instincts cloud our ability to think beyond our known horizons.
I have given three very basic examples that certainly could
be written off as mere coincidence. Examples
of how my simple acts of kindness were rewarded with simple objects that came
into my vision. But they got there
somehow…I didn’t put them there in some staged reenactment…no sir…it is God’s
work & God’s timing & in God I give the glory for using simple acts to
demonstrate His greatness & timing.
Remember Martin? His son also loved guns & birds. On the right side of his headstone his father had a pistol & bird engraved…I know kind of strange having a small pistol on your headstone. Who knows why people do what they do? Anyway, my vehicle was parked by his site and as I went to leave something caught my eye. It was a mostly buried 9 MM pistol clip. It was from a 9MM Kimber with four hollow point shells in it. Trinket number four as the skies began to darken & rain approached.
I know there are people that will read this and say that spiritual
matters related to those that have passed are an abomination. I agree with that in this degree:
I do not reach out to those that have passed in any way to communicate with them somehow. Sure, like many of us I may say prayers in silence to passed loved ones & I even say prayers for all those that have passed in faith, that they have comfort in whatever paradise they are in. My acts of kindness & effort are not ill willed.
Doing some research, I found a Biblical account of a “spiritual medium.” In the Old Testament, 1st Samuel Chapter 28 depicts the king of Israel, Saul, consulting a medium in secret as he was in fear of the raiding Philistines. King Saul wanted the council of his predecessor King Samuel. The medium unwillingly obliged Saul’s request and summoned the soul of Samuel, who wasn’t to happy about it. This is the communication of abomination the Lord despises, & the Apostle Paul refers to in the New Testament, Galatians 5: 16-26. Here’s a modern day reflection of evil’s pull on our society:
Yesterday, as I got some groceries, in the magazine rack right at the check out aisle there was a magazine on prominent display…from Time magazine I think…all about witches. Supposed hard facts on the lives past, present & future of witches. You could not, not see this. I thought to myself…what impact does this have on innocent young girls and mothers as they go thru this line. Most probably don’t even see it or pay any attention to it. But the shame is… what if just one girl out of a hundred sees that magazine and some interest sparks. You know that little dark side in all of us. Now you have an innocent child who has had evil seeds planted in her head. Pray that she has more faithful seeds to overcome.
I do not take the spiritual realm lightly or for granted
& neither should you. It exists, it
is real, there are far, far too many examples throughout the history of this
world to argue against it. The list is
endless & it started so long ago it is beyond our perception. But every day even in our modern world we can
see spiritual forces at work. Some dark,
some light, but we all know who ultimately wins this fight. 🐝
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