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Click Below and Listen
Listen to the beautiful Chinese song as you read.
It was a beautiful day you
could not help but feel good about life. I sat upon a hill overlooking the
Sussex Downs. Able to appreciate the beauty of nature, the summer sun, and a
gentle cool breeze, I relaxed and lay there thinking: I had been lucky to have
made it this far in life.
As I made my way back to the
car along a trail, I decided I would explore the nearby village. Walking down
into the village, I saw an iron gate leading to a church, where much was
overgrown with bramble along its path.
I could see a majestic old yew
tree amongst the gravestones; it was massive, with many branches being
supported by sturdy wood props. I would find out later, that the yew tree was
over 1600 years old and still going strong.
The old yew was welcome shade
from the summer sun as I gazed at the entrance to the church. The church was
small and quaint, built from stone that had weathered countless storms, I
thought. Apparently, some parts of the church were found to date back to the
12th century, I found out later.
Peering at the entrance to the
church, I saw a darkened oak Norman-shaped door that had a beauty of its own;
the door had an age to the wood, and you wondered what tales it could tell.
Approaching the door that was beneath an open porch, I tried repeatedly to open
it. Just as I was about to give up, the door opened if by magic, like a command
open sesame.
Thinking: Someone had opened
the door from the inside. I was shocked to see no one as I entered and saw the
church was empty only one living soul, and that was me.
Strangely, I felt like someone
wanted me to come in. Looking around the church, I was not spooked by the
experience, but it did open my spiritual mind. It was then that I saw the
butterfly and the bee. A beautiful stained glass window with the words of Jesus
written upon it from the gospel of Thomas, Raise the stone, and thou will find
me; cleave the wood, and there I am.
Many times, I have been back to
the church that caught my imagination and gave me a feeling everything would be
alright. Somehow, it was mystical and spiritual at the same time. Several months later, even in my darkest moments, I had the inspiration to paint a
picture of the butterfly and bee stained glass window. And did I pray? Yes, I
did.
Are you listening, what are you dreaming?
As Jesus said, “Belief is everything.”
In my book “It’s Never Too Late” read how dreams do come true, but be careful what you wish for. Understand the secret of greed and you will attain one of the secrets of prosperity. The book will also take you on a journey and explores love, money, luck, and much more.
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Hey, Chuck. Did you bring any spending money? Viva la vida loca.
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