Smile away and walk with it

July 17, 2022

Sunny days during fall season

It was one of those beautiful sunny days during fall and the trees were beaming with colors so beautiful that one could not take her eyes away from it.

On one side Mt. Index radiated its majestic and bombastic ego and pride of its strong and beautiful presence, adjacent to it laid a thick forest of layered trees filled with leaves in a cascade of colors in greens, browns and yellows; amidst these was a tiny hidden waterfall shyly sounding its delicate dive, on top of that or I should say below all that the mighty big Skykomish River flowed with its gentle waves slapping the still rocks.

This is not a dream of made of words in fantasy. It was all happening right before my eyes because I chose to see and search for my Lord’s presence when I was home alone.

If you are in the United States and have never heard of this still existing rustic beauty, please do visit Index, WA. It is about an hour or so from Seattle. It would be quite worth the trip.

Occasionally, a rainbow would appear. We have witnessed some of the most beautiful, rare and splendid rainbows.

At that time around 2011, we were going through some very supernatural experiences spiritually speaking and our practical life seemed like a mess with challenges that felt impossible to cope with as a human being. It was a phase through our transformations, at least for me changes were taking quantum leaps as my body (please read Sunday Sunrise), mind and spirit struggled to be at a place of perfect balance but doing quite alright as the Lord showed Himself to me, soothing my soul with His voice and letting me hear His song in my heart.

Voice from within

I am talking about a transformed voice that emanated from the depth of my soul and filled the space with something or someone more than the one giving the voice. Again, it is a personal experience so authentic that it is impossible to call it made up or some kind of a man made or a woman made virtual reality. Although, if virtual reality gives you more comfort, please feel free to call it so. It was real because its presence of the sound existed and there is proof of its existence as a testimony as we recorded many such songs, hundreds actually, when we felt it manifesting. It was a couple of years before, in India, when I first heard and sang with that supernatural voice while experiencing a supernatural energy move through me.

It is authentic because one, in this case I, experienced a part of me witnessing it spontaneously manifest and participating in the creation with my voice. I would like to mention that I loved music; I have an impeccable rhythm as a percussionist and a tambourine girl but I was just an average singer. When I found this voice that just erupted one fine day in the midst of my normal singing, I went into a sanctified silence for days. It made me wonder if this is what is inside of me and if it is so beautiful then what am I doing with myself, my life, my relationships and generally my heart. It was a turning point in the ongoing life changing experiences we were already having.

I am telling you, brothers and sisters, anyone can find this voice. A voice that sounds like God, a voice that reminds one of love long lost or forgotten, a voice which is just a sound that anyone can make, a voice that makes you cry when you see beauty, a voice that has a sound from within.

To train, develop and practice this voice is a choice to make with what one is made of from within. Understand?

It is not a class with rigorous exercise or ritualistic rules for the one auditioned for a great voice. It is for everyone. It is unique and stands alone as one chooses to just be with it and then choose to do whatever it intends to do. I am talking about the voice again. It feels like or sounds like someone else better than you from inside. One could choose to be with it alone as it exhibits a shy and gentle nature in vulnerability and not share it because of the delicate sensitivity of the revelation discovery. But I am telling you, when even a very shy person realizes the nature and beauty of the voice which first touches oneself it is almost impossible not to share it with anyone. It befriends all and knows not enemies. It is free from fear of guilt or love of pride.

The experience

So, coming back to the mountains clad in fall colors, I was just quietly watching out through the big glass doors from inside and I saw a small brown and dried leaf having changed its colors several times, just so gently falling, as though in slow motion, waving and cradling, swaying from side to side, as the very gentle wind helped its final landing and reached its destination on the ground.

I found this bizarre and very profound zoomed in experience bring a big smile on my face, as the words sprung forth from my heart,

Falling like the leaves in fall

You smile away and walk with it…

I sat down right away with the harmonium to sing and learn as I was spontaneously hearing the words that were springing forth through the experience. It was a difficult key and high pitched song. It would not be true if I said I composed it. The truth is, the gift of the song was given unto me as I chose to work with it, being one in the sound of its presence. Does that make sense?

Sometimes when one is not in the right place or time to record or pen down the experience, it just brushes past one’s fast mind in a flash, never to appear again or to be remembered, but it sure does leave behind a flavor of the happening. One might forget the words from on high but one cannot deny experiencing the presence of a higher being with extraordinary beauty and wisdom. It is when we realized that keeping up with this rising spirit was hard work and sometimes even a war in the mind to get it back, remember and note down, that we always kept a pen and book by or side. The voice recorder was kept handy too. It is one of a kind feeling before it manifests. One learns to ride with it and live with it. When "the thing" happens, that is what we called the experience, as it moves through one's being, pushing away every distraction, dislodging every other "feeling", especially that of pain and suffering, one feels taken over in the oneness of the presence.

I am sure we all have moments of truth hit us with a spontaneous manifestation of words, either in a sound of a song or just a good thought. In this case, it was intense and divinely beautiful, as it erupted from the most intimate and soulful experience of love from within.

Colors of hue colors in joy colors of God in colors of you

You smile away and walk with it

Blessings in joy love of God share it in joy with friends in love

Blessings in joy love of God share it with all the loves of God

Falling like the leaves in fall

You smile away and walk with it…

All we are is...

All we are is dust in the wind... Have you heard that song by Kansas? It is good to hear it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH2w6Oxx0kQ

All we might be, is just a leaf from a big tree, waiting to fall to the ground after living colors of change and giving joy to all those who had eyes to see, the beauty and glory of the life we lived and left behind the memory of love as God’s signature and probably also left behind the sound of a song as its living testimony.

…Like a flower slowly withering away with each dried and frail petal gently falling away leaving behind the remnant fragrance and the fond memory of once high held vibrant beauty…

Do you still have the tears you had before you came across this word of love? Do you still want to carry the burden of hate, anger, disgust and offence or are you open to forgive and love for your own sake and are you willing to SMILE AWAY AND WALK WITH IT?