part two...

I apologize for any undue stress those last four words may have placed on any of you, but it was 2:30 am and I just could not continue as bad as I wanted to. I also realize that brevity in the blog world is easier on the reader. So I found a good place to quit and pick up today that would not truncate what I wanted to say.

After they all prayed for me, there was no immediate relief, but I decided to take a pill and keep hanging in there. I was switching back and forth from the news to a PBS musical special named “A Night at the Alhambra” with a lady by the name of Loreena McKennitt. Alhambra (Arabic: الحمراء = Al Ħamrā'; literally "the red") is an ancient palace and fortress complex of the Moorish monarchs of Granada, in southern Spain. It was built in the mid to late 1300’s.

Loreena has this long red hair and a voice that is so heavenly. Robin even commented on how beautiful her voice was. It was almost as if you were listening in on echoes from heaven. As a man, I usually click past these shows, a little too 'mushy' for me, but not this one. Something about her voice, the setting in this ancient castle and the ‘largeness’ of the musical back up captured my full attention. I do like the Celtic/Irish musical genre, which is what they were playing. I recognized the usual instruments, but some of them I had never seen before in my life, but the sound was that of Irish type music. It was definitely an acoustical ‘feast for the ears and the soul’. I continued there on the couch listening, by myself. Everyone else had gone to bed. And then, it happened. It was as if a ‘fissure’ or a ‘crack’ – a hole - that I was allowed to temporarily ‘glimpse’ through appeared in my mind. Not a vision like in the Book of Revelations type thing where I was walking around in the vision – this was more of a mind experience – tailored just for me. . . .

Sorry, we have to go to a Basketball game . . . I promise I am not playing you. I will finish this story today. Promise.
George.