To BE Silent
The RISK means DISCOVERY. In Sunday's webinar Trish said, "Silent thought concentration is therefore the true method of reaching, awakening, and then experiencing the wonderful potential power of the world within."
The Discovery of my essential nature. Who am I really? What are my eternal possibilities? What are my thoughts? Do I think for myself? Am I always influenced by things, and seeking the approval of others?
Well, I am the curious adventurer and I will embrace the Silence. My first 24 hours of SILENCE began Tuesday, March 3, 2014 at the stroke of midnight. An aura of tangible silence immediately clothed my outer world. The silence embraced my brain with trepidation mingled with wonder. It is now Me, God, my thoughts, and my journal.
My first thoughts are wishing to be somewhere else, separate and apart from my every day trappings. I imagine a cozy warm cabin in a meadow with trails to walk, and snow capped mountins in view. But my first experience will be here in the familiar, which will with surety lend its own challenges and discoveries about myself.
My thoughts before sleep wove its magic moving me from one form consciousness to the next…Will I wake remembering to be silent? What will I discover about myself; will it be difficult? Will it seem long? No music, no phone, no computer, no sign language. I will be preparing meals in silence, eating in silence, cleaning in silence, Being in silence all day and night, into the wee hours of the following morning. 12am-12am.
Already it is peaceful, I pray, "God walk with me, speak to my heart…may I be still and KNOW You are God…Lead me beside the still waters, refresh my soul, enlighten my spirit, feed me Your Truth…speak in my dreams." Good Night .
I did dream, and in my dream I was living the adventure in silence, actually following through with my assignment while sleeping. Amazing!
I embrace the morning following my normal routine in silence, make coffee and feed the pups. My husband is already working in his office…working at not disturbing me. I make a latte for him as well, just didn't ask him if he wanted any--usually I do. Is this the way you move through the silence--JUST DO? And I didn't feel right about just making myself some, although taking that liberty would have been alright my thoughts insert. I deliver his steaming breve latte, and he looks at me, smiles and gives me lots of kisses. He is purposefully quieter while I walk this process. The dogs fair well without my voice. They watch me intently, and I watch them intently. When Cali finishes her food, and nudges her sister away from her bowl and begins eating her food too, I find myself again just doing rather than speaking. Simply moving Cali away, and allowing Sadi to continue eating suffices.
The brunch silence is tangible, how interesting I observe. Silence tangible. I seem to be in constant observation mode of my internal world and my external world. We sit and eat in silence, we smile and hold each others eyes. Our eyes smile, speaking volumes of two lives intertwined through three decades of relationship. It is a cozy sweet comfortable tangible silence. And then he is gone, spiriting himself away. Brunch without words, kisses without words, hugs long and wonderful without words.
Silent afternoon & evening
My companions for this 24-hour adventure in silence is my journal, my Bible, a Devotional book, and a dictionary. The three daschunds remain at my side or asleep at my feet. The setting for the most part is my living room.
I settle into the Psalms. Mark suggested Psalm 46, I read the passage in its entirety to gain the full strength of its message. My eyes scan, “Be still and know that I am God…” Be still…Be…Know that He is God. Psalm 51, “God desires Truth in the inward parts…make me to hear joy and gladness…renew a steadfast spirit within me.
I embrace the silence.
My thoughts cascade with reverance; Life is a dance. Life is a beautiful woven tapestry. Life is a poem. This becomes personal; my life is a dance, my life is a beautifully woven tapestry, my life is a poem. I am His poem. Hmm, that resonates wondrously with me. The thoughts continue, lead me beside the still waters. Be still…BE…STILL my heart Creator of my soul. I am because He is. He breathed into my nostrils the breath of life, and I am a living soul. I have life in Him.
How do you approach the Great and Awesome Architect of the Universe?
Vibrations of the universe…I am learning more about this. Each individual has their own unique vibration. This has me thinking about fingerprints which are unique. What is spirit? Unseen, and invisible. What do I know of my spirit?
In Silence you see, and hear more. You become adept at observation. More in tune to nature around you. I grew restless in my one spot, I tried outside on the deck, found a spot in the sun, but the chill in the air was still too much for comfort. I napped twice. I tried my bedroom around 7pm, and found myself so relaxed, I fell asleep. My ghost of husband woke me just after midnight, and in the dark, but not so silent night I shared My curious adventure into Silence with him.
I found an exceptionally helpful video on BBC, called the Big Silence. It is too long to post here, 12 parts. "Abbot Christopher Jamison, a Benedictine monk, believes that he can teach five ordinary people the value of silent meditation, as practiced by monks in monasteries, so they can make it part of their everyday lives. Journey into the interior space that time in silence reveals. They encounter anger, frustration and rebellion, but finally find their way to both personal and spiritual revelation." Here is Abbot Christopher Jamison giving a short summary of the 12 part documentary. http://vimeo.com/16059212