27/08/2020
extract from WIP -
Rosalind sat quietly, and alone, in her flat her sister having travelled back to her flat in Croydon. Only occasional traffic outside. It was the early evening of her first day without George in the Church. A feeling of being isolated and alone without him. Rosalind shared George's love of classical music. With closed eyes she listened as gentle pian music glided around her flat.
George visited her mind. Rosalind was concerned that he might be working too hard and tending to make light of his chest complaint. Following Sam's passing she had been so glad of him as a wise spiritual counsellor and also, a very real companion and friend.
George's compassionate wisdom had helped her through the trauma of Sam having passed as she did. Now, a way forward had opened up for her. The meditations of Chien Yo that George had introduced her to had also helped. Rosalind went to a drawer where she took out a couple of them. Their profound insight and compassion touched her deeply. The conclusion of one meditation particularly spoke to her...
“Know dear one, the mystery of holding, for now, as you
seem to journey through the shadow you are by no means
alone. Wise ones, those sent to you are very near, look for
them, you will most assuredly see them as they come to
serve you”
Rosalind paused, there had indeed been wise ones, friends and
helpers from the church and, of course, dear George himself, A man of deep wisdom and learning who had been such a blessing to her. It was good to be his housekeeper and to assist him in any way that she could, for him to know that she was truly there for him, Rosalind read further.
“... consider the now...the present moment. Here there is
safety and peacefound in allowing yourself to be still, in
that stillness of now is wisdom, knowledge and clear
seeing, an understanding of the way things truly are...”
Rosalind turned off the music feeling as she did a need for silence. Sam came to mind. Closing her eyes Rosalind coud see her lovely, light filled, smiling face. Somehow, she seemed close. It was a sensation that she could hold, it brought comfort and healing. Opening her eyes Rosalind returned to the meditation that she had been reading-
“Now, in the now you are held in the loving arms of angels,
You are seen with Angel Eyes and we urge you to allow
allow the light of your true self to glorify your earthly
pilgrimage”
This man had a wonderful, sensitive insight and he used words with carefully. Rosalind felt she understood why George related to
him so well. Chiang Yo was not a Catholic, not even, as far as was known, a Christian. Yet, she could sense truth as one which the wise would call by more than one name. Soon she made herself a hot drink and retired for the night.
As her head rested on the welcoming pillow she spoke into the friendly darkness
“Goodnight George, Goodnight Sam”
