Sunday Sunrise

September 20, 2021

Sunday Sunrise

Sunday Sunrise (Song)

You wake up to the morning call of the crow’s caw

A flock of birds fly up in the sky

It’s the sound of the silence waking up to the Sunday sunrise

There’s a song in the morn

To soothe your night’s pain

To fill your hearts with joy

You wake up to the morning’s pour of the home’s life

Rejoice in the day our love has made

It’s the sound of a song loving you through the Sunday sunrise

There’s a smile in my heart

To love the waking souls

To fill your lives with Peace

The Journey

The journey of choosing the good at all times through all situations is a challenge to keep up with. However, in this attempt for the human soul striving to find the best of the self at all times is the walk to transformation, it is work to make the choice. For all those who choose the good or at least attempting to do so, they are blessed. They will be nay they are being watched and soon will be rewarded for their best of efforts and finally reach their destination. Each one has their own path and the truth of their experience is their story to share. This is just one such story among many more that brought me closer to love. Come walk with me through this incredible story and reap the fruits of choosing the good.

Choose the good

When one intentionally chooses the good it stays forever and no one will or can take it away from them. Whether anyone likes or dislikes, gives a thumbs up or down, one knows deep within what the truth is and one holds on to it with faith and belief that the holy path is laid down for a memorable journey to and from within.

When goodness is chosen, love chooses you and when love is all around you wrapped up in a comforting blanket, miracles happen. Things change and so do you.

Pain and suffering

Pain is the most real feeling a human can possibly experience in the body. It creates a situation where the mind is forced to face the consequences of one’s choices, intentions and emotions.

Pain is something one goes through alone, without anyone else knowing or sharing the depth of the experience. People who love might show sympathy, compassion and help a little. It is personal, isn’t it?

Now, the mind is desperately seeking options to take action against the pain and the distressed body is literally crying out for an instant relief. Depending on the size and shape of the pain, it also creates nested consequences on the one carrying the burden and the ones around it.

One could naturally exhibit behaviors of intense bitterness and expect others to understand or one could choose to endure without even anyone noticing it. Either way one is forced to make a choice.

The choice is between fear and love. Most of the time one tends to naturally lean towards all the available options that the world offers from therapy to medication. Most of the drugs never claim to cure any particular disease or symptom but rather declare a series of side effects to deal with. So what is the point here? We are at war with unnoticed and unidentified addictions to pain and the tempting relief we run after. When one takes a moment of space to think and slow down the reactions fear dictates, love appears. In a state of awareness one is given the option to choose with consciousness and be realistic about the problem or in this case “pain”. Along with it comes an honest reaction to which one takes reasonable action to tend to the situation.

The cyst

In my case, there has been a theme of pain at biblical proportions and natural healing with divine grace. Needless to say, with it comes the reward of integrity through modest endurance thus sharpening one’s character to the depths of its goodness. There is also a constant persistent test of faith which is strengthened through prayer.

I was in a midst of one such crucial test in personal life and was attacked with a kind of deadly cyst on my right hip. I am not sure of a professional diagnosis as I never went to the doctor.

Flashback

I have had this experience once before when we were living in USA. We lived amidst majestic mountains and a modest river behind our house. The beautiful surroundings inspired many spontaneously manifested songs and spoken word. We were high on God’s presence and making the best of our lives with the best of our abilities. Then it came along…

I was attacked by a cyst on my right hip that seemingly began its appearance posing to just be a small painful zit. Within a week or so the pain escalated and it took the form of a monstrous cyst the size of a big orange hardened with blood and puss. It was penetrating mercilessly into my bones eating my flesh and my mind entered a supernatural state of helpless existence as I lay on one side bedridden and wondering how was I going to cope with it. The thought of death occurred many times but it was at the far end of the reach as surviving through excruciating pain became obviously evident as God’s plan. My family helped as much as they can from feeding me to discarding my waste but I was all alone with my body, mind and spirit watching every minute pass by saturated with depressed mockery loaded with shame and guilt.

I had to make a choice. Since dying was not an option living through it became obvious. After a couple of days of screaming bloody murder and watching my family helplessly freak out, I finally created a choice to make.

I consciously prepared my mind to think around the pain. I created a part in me to fill my heart with love and gratitude. I never once complained about the agony I was going through and used my big smile generously. I just could not see my family suffer with helpless weakness. I had to find my strength within. This conscious choice made me connect to the most beautiful part of myself that created beautiful writings in prayer. A constant flow of loving words as thoughts enveloped my entire being as it pushed the pain in the background. It was absolutely supernatural. The grace of God manifested supernatural strength in me that inspired all around me and I gratefully watched the story unfold and reaching its end with grace and dignity. Often my body would generate a mild heat slightly higher than normal temperature and I would slip into a trance like spell while being completely aware of my awake-ness in pain.

Instead of being angry I treated the cyst with love and affection like a nurse. I could not touch it or accelerate its exit. It had to take its own course. I did my best to babysit the devil inside of me with hot baths and finding ways to rest in bed as best as I could without hurting it. I never took a pain killer. The only medicine that was administered within and for those loved ones around me was, Love.

Healing

Then the night came. I was way beyond three weeks in this new place and high space constantly doing the work to wait patiently for the relief to come in His perfect will. The attitude of surrender was reaching its peak especially after an accidental punch the night before. I was laying down on my bed in the opposite direction with just a gentle cloth over my body below my waist with hands folded tightly above my heart and was barely listening to the TV behind me. It was a ministry where the preacher was doing his job. There was no one in the room at that time. As I slipped in and out of a superficial sleep, all of a sudden, the voice of the preacher pierced through my entire being. “I call upon that deadly evil cyst to come out!”

Right at that moment my body generated a wave of heat that focused its energy on the cyst. I felt tingling at the tip of the rebellious cyst that had reached its peak of glory claiming victory from its mountain top. The opening of the cyst was camouflaged behind the mountain of blood and puss and God knows what not.

I just gave in. As tears rolled down my cheek I felt wetness in the white fabric I was covered in. I woke up and lifted the cloth and found blood stains. The cyst was indeed beginning to drain itself out of my body. By now the news was shared and I just laid there for a couple of hours letting the puss and blood drain on to the cloth as the pain slowly left me in a state of relief and freedom.

I still could not touch the cyst to help it drain. The last few minutes I had to wait for it to finish its exit bearing the pain until the end of its journey, was quite a challenge. I kept a decent dressing on with some medicine for the rest of the healing in the skin as it had left a big hole after the slow draining.

I was a new person the next day. My body had taken a big hit and a chunk of my butt was missing. I still felt very weak. I took it slowly as I started to enjoy the new day now able to walk around free of pain.

The new part of me that manifested surviving this impossible ordeal stayed with me and continued to shine its glory with love and gratitude.

It was a tiresome journey and at the end it was all worth it.

The symbolic life of transformation while experiencing the presence of God within also manifested in real life as we continued our journey walking with God singing and dancing and a whole lot of things were happening. All the evil people left us. The evil was not being destroyed nor was there any sign of pursuing war. This little family of God was simply being diverted away on a new path of life in victory as a detour, ignoring the evil and not reacting to its seductive temptation for violence and sin. What the world perceived as suffering was just a glorious new experience for us, living in God, obeying His voice and helping those who came across us in this journey. We were being trained to choose the good. We watched new doors being opened in supernatural ways to live through all challenges, blowing away the dust of presumably planned attacks against our mission.

The cyst reappearing as a new old friend

This time I was in India with my son. His education was continuing miraculously (a unique story of a unique soul for another time) in the village we lived. He was 10 years old and was studying in 5th grade. My presence in his life was very much needed to attend to his every little detail and adjusting to Indian schooling. It was hectic.

It seemed like there was some left over residue that needed to be cleaned up. I was attacked by another cyst totally different in its evil personality just near the same place I had it in the US, on my right hip. To go through another intense ordeal like that was not anticipated but once again it was war without a fight.

It grew aggressively and violently and all I could think of was how would I continue to bless my son in my normal duties being handicapped at this level. It was pathetic.

The growth

As I mustered up all my strength and courage to take the same test again and pass in this ordeal, I watched the cyst grow bigger and nastier. The growth was much faster and within a week I had to muster all the energy I had, just to move an inch.

It was Saturday that week. I somehow managed to make some breakfast and sent my son off to school around 7 a.m. pretending to cope with the pain. I could not pretend to be alright anymore. I had an obvious limp when I walked as the pain pierced my bones making it impossible to move. I dragged myself to make a simple meal and was struggling every minute through the day awaiting my son’s return from school around 4pm. He saw me sitting on my bed pretty much handicapped and knew that I was in pain. I was somewhat relieved to have him around as a distraction and kept him busy with his homework.

I squirmed all night after sending my son to bed. I prayed. As tears rolled down my cheek, my body burned with high heat and my heart sank into a deep trance of surrender. I found a little space as my body positioned itself in a space where I slipped into a supernatural slumber.

The soothing song

I woke up early around 6 a.m. the Sunday morning with a little more pain. My son was still sleeping. My penance continued and I slowly dragged myself to the balcony hoping to be blessed by a glimpse of the beautiful sunrise in an attempt to distract myself from the excruciating pain.

As I witnessed the most beautiful sunrise that morning, the words in a clear voice filled my mind… “Sunday Sunrise”! This thing has been happening for years now where we get an instant download of something so beautiful as a word or song. I immediately recognized the nature of this kind of blessing and walked back in to grab a piece of paper and pen to note down the words. I hurried as much as I could as I could only walk nay limp so fast. I wrote down “Sunday Sunrise” and slowly went back to the balcony to get more of the blessing presence. It was really such a beautiful day and I totally felt the presence of God, watching me suffer, lovingly. Just then a flock of birds flew by which caught my attention. Again, the words flashed my mind… “A flock of birds fly up in the sky”…

I came back in and wrote down the words. By now I realize a beautiful song was manifesting. I let it download and started singing to the tune I heard in my mind.

You wake up to the morning call of the crow’s caw

A flock of birds fly up in the sky

It’s the sound of the silence waking up to the Sunday sunrise

I was so very grateful for these words as it soothed my soul and I felt my prayers were being answered as I reflected on the previous night’s miraculous sleep through my unbearable pain and the song continued…

There’s a song in the morn

To soothe your night’s pain

To fill your hearts with joy

You can see a pattern in all these wonderful creations where it’s a raw and spontaneous manifestation of God’s love through song or spoken word. Odd grammar is forgiven and made up words are allowed. You just don’t feel like editing it because of the experience while it came through. It is absolutely pure and free of guilt or shame.

Now, as I finished my first verse I heard a big splashing sound by the window snapping me out of my beautiful experience. Someone from the above floor just threw some liquid trash out of the window. Instead of getting mad at people’s living habits…I wrote as I sang…

You wake up to the morning’s pour of the home’s life

Rejoice in the day our love has made

It’s the sound of a song loving you through the Sunday sunrise

An hour or so had gone by in a second and now my son woke up and came to my room to say good morning. I was totally blissed out by the experience through the pain and I just smiled at him and started singing…

There’s a smile in my heart

To love the waking souls

To fill your lives with Peace

I was just hugging my son with tears in my eyes and he was getting blessed. I pulled myself up to carry on with the day’s chores while the song kept ringing in my ears and heart. That Sunday evening as my prayer continued and I was finding ways to choose the good I decided to have a small prayer meet with my son. He was surprisingly in a good mood and went along with my request. I was preaching about loving the evil devil out of my system instead of hating and cursing it. I asked him to pray for his mother. We jokingly called the cyst puss buss and laughed away our prayers into God’s ears. He said come out you stinky puss buss and free my mother. It was very cute. We dragged through the day and I waited for a miracle. We said good night and my son retired for bed.

Four candles

As I continued my prayers for all who are suffering like me I dragged myself to the altar in the next room and found four candles. I started lighting the candles choosing to stay awake and demanding an answer to my son’s prayers. Not that I could get a wink of sleep with the pain still escalating. I dragged my bed which was a thin blanket and my pillow to lean on by the wall and sat down just staring at the candle squirming like a lunatic unable to find a position to sit. I pushed through three candles. It was midnight by now and I knew I was in the mighty presence of the Lord watching me. If this suffering is your will I will gladly give it to you. I could barely get up to light the last and fourth candle. I did it. I slowly sat down and after a few moments of struggle there was a blanket of heat that covered my body and my body found a space in the crack and passed out.

The love punch

I was woken up with a jostling sound that pierced through my silent pain. The candle had gone out. I found my hand right next to the cyst on my bed with my palm up and it was wet. I looked down slowly. The puss and blood was just oozing out as though someone had punched it from inside out. Tears rolled down my cheek and I cried loudly that God had indeed heard my prayers. My bed was soaked. I got up slowly and turned on the light to help the rest of the puss and blood out. It was disgusting and I was blessing all the nurses in the world tending to ailing and bleeding bodies. It was a tough job attending to myself reaching to the odd place in my hip to squeeze it out. I did it and drained out at least 2 to 3 tablespoons of puss and blood. I felt weak and tired as I looked down at the big hole the drain created. I dressed it up with a band aid and just crashed.

Freedom from pain

The relief I felt after the pain left me was so heavenly. I could have flown up in the sky singing “Hallelujah”. I slept in peace and awaited the blessed morning to share the news to my son.

From the depth of pain to the heights of love

I could not wait the next morning for my son to wake up. I woke up early and could not really believe that it was all over. He woke up around 6 am and I shared the good news with grateful tears. He was so happy. I made him breakfast and helped him off to school.

Around 10 a.m. or so, I decided to get out and buy some more first aid to dress up my wound and cover up the hole for the rest of the healing. I sure felt weak and dizzy but somehow thinking of the song and feeling a big relief from the pain I found my strength to bless myself and take my healing to the finish line.

Again I found myself at a new place in a new way. I was constantly thanking the Lord. I stood by the altar just asking Him why my stories were so full of pain and suffering. How was I supposed to share this intense experience?

Instantly and spontaneously I heard these beautiful words that download in a fraction of a second. God might really be on a heavenly high speed inner-net.

I gave you the experience of love just as deep as your pain.

Unbelievable!

I carry a modest humility in the highest form of intimacy I shared with the Lord. I just loved the song and now I recorded it before I forgot it and started to learn it. It is an attempt for the human mind and voice to be one with the divine sound and love.

Are you with me?