…speak louder than words……….
I had my first experience of that earlier this year, thanks to James Dundon who posted a message on facebook saying he was in EXETER with his organ for a charity event.
At the time I was lying in bed looking up things medical, having been diagnosed with anaemia for a second time on top of carcinoid and I was now undergoing more tests for reasons why that might be and some of them might be sinister apparently. Wondering again how I could possibly be who I thought I was with another bout of something else going radically wrong with me I accepted my lot again and allowed what was going on, something I have got quite used to doing in my weird and isolated little world and pottered about with tour work wondering if I was kidding myself again when I put up all my new words and plans here.
So I read for a while accepting what will be and all that and then suddenly this voice came right out of my mouth and said “look at facebook” and there I was looking at Dundon dancing about with a dirty big yellow lion…..and at the time he was playing Smile, the last tune Boz made for his organ. Tears of joy as I realised he was part of this experience again……
I recalled how he once told me a story about a recurring dream he had where he was constantly chased and terrified by Lenny the Lion, and how much it scared him until one day running away again in his dream, he turned round and asked what the hell he wanted and Lenny told him that he just simply wanted to say hello.
For many of us sensitives the last few years have been hell on earth and so after expecting a short walk round a stately home locally, quietly, I found myself in meltdown knowing that I absolutely had to go and join the crowd. Sooooo,I jumped in my car in a very agitated way wondering what ghastly experience spirit had in mind for me today as I went through all manner of crazy scenarios in my mind, eventually parking up and walking up through the town where sure enough I found the organ playing away happily with Peter playing the music to the crowd.
No James, he was off galivanting so I sat in a cafe opposite listening to the music until eventually I chose a marvellous meal from a menu that my body really needed (red meat for anaemia) and as the festival died down in the afternoon, James came over and sat with me for a short while, saying he didn’t have a lot of time and simply came to say “hello”….
ACTION is experience, the words are somebody elses.