The Secret – When You Can Walk On Water , Take The Boat ( Part 15 )
On Sunday morning June departed for home. We said our good-byes, promising to meet again soon. Her last words to me were, Remember, the man on the piano bench will be in touch with you, John. Listen to him and keep an open mind.
In an effort to clarify the many confusing thoughts in my mind, I decided to go for a walk in the woods behind my house. Since he likes nothing better than to run free in the forest, I took Rajah with me. About three hundred yards from the house if you go north by northwest, is a small, open area in the middle of the trees and bushes. In that clearing is a giant rock with many smaller rocks surroundingit. Legend was that centuries ago,a mysterious tribe of American Indians lived in this area. Perhaps, I thought, this was the place of their high worship ceremonies. We walked into the clearing.
It was quiet and peaceful by the rock. The morning sun streamed through the leaves and branches of the tall trees falling directly on the little patch where Rajah and I stood. The serenity seemed to reach back into time. It felt like long, long ago in another country and...