I hesitate to post this for fear of offending the spirit. Spiritual enlightenment is not given lightly and must be guarded sacred. But I have felt that I should share this because others can benefit from this experience. Hopefully that will be the case.
I was driving Caleb to Cross Country practice a few weeks ago and my radio was tuned to Classical 89. A song came on that was familiar, but I didn't know what it was. Without any warning, I was so incredibly moved by the spirit that tears started spilling. I've learned that during such moments, answers are given if proper questions are asked. I started asking questions: Why is this song so moving? Is this song important to me? Through a series of questions and sensed responses (that I can't exactly remember), I came to the conclusion that I was present while that song was being composed. Once I came to that conclusion, in my mind, I suddenly envisioned a man sitting at a piano with scores open and in the background there were many other heavenly visitors watching, guiding and prompting. And then suddenly, I knew the desired conclusion. It came so suddenly and forcefully that I even said it out loud to Caleb: "You never know who your audience is." It was such a powerful moment that we were both taken back by the power of it. We need to live so that those spirits sent to surround us are not disappointed or offended, but more importantly, we need to live so that we have their help! They have so much more power to help us when we live worthy of it. What a grand and marvelous idea! As I've pondered this since then, it has been confirmed many times that this was the desired message. You never know who your audience is. Live up to that privilege.
So when I came upon this little comic in the BYU magazine, I grabbed my scissors and posted it top and center on my fridge. We have so many who are cheering us, waiting to assist us, guiding and prompting us. I really feel that they want us to be aware of their presence. You never know who your audience is!
Here is a link to a beautiful video with the song I heard on the radio that day---Appalachian Spring by Aaron Copland. (Incidentally, I learned later he composed most of his pieces on a piano. This one was composed in 1944.)
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Beyond
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This is such a beautiful experience! Thank you for sharing. It is yet another truth I need to ponder. I feel like I have come across many such truths lately. I am so grateful to you and others who have shared experiences such as these to help me learn (or remember may be a better word) how much help we can receive from the other side, (or how much help we may have given from the other side.)
Thank you for sharing your many examples of following the Spirit and learning how to communicate with the Spirit. It is something I need to be better at. Up until now I really haven't fully appreciated what is available to "little ol' me." I think I have lived "beneath my privileges," mainly because I haven't understood what privileges can be mine. I am so grateful for a Father's loving tutoring. The Spirit has taught me so much lately.
I copied down this quote by Elder Douglas L. Callister years ago, "Those who have made it their quest to realize the constant companionship of the Holy Spirit will awaken in the next life as spiritual giants, in contrast to the infancy of others who have lived without God in this world."
(Ensign, Nov. 2000)
The gulf between the wicked and the righteous continues to widen. I believe the truths the Spirit teaches us will be essential to our spiritual survival in these last days. Thank you again for sharing a truth so that the Spirit could testify to me. I'm not sure where else I would have learned that truth.
OK, my epistle is done. =0) Coincidentally, "The Message" was in a pile of books I recently borrowed from my parents' bookshelf. It taught me more truths. Thanks for suggesting it.
That is very tender, Darcee. I really feel enlightened. Thank you so much for sharing. I also really enjoyed Debbie's comments above. I love you!
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