This morning while I was lying awake, I heard a male voice softly call my name.
It got my attention and I answered. Yes?
No answer. I was disappointed. I wanted more. I wanted a replay of the full-blown conversation that occurred years ago as I drifted between wakefulness and sleep.
I was a captivated participant in a profound conversation that was going on in my head between myself and an unseen male voice. He was a wise teacher; I was a naïve student asking kindergarten-level questions. Even in my naivety, I knew that I was privy to something very unique and very special.
I awoke with a sense of awe, feeling unconditionally loved by an unseen being who knew my name and cared enough about me to pay a personal visit and take me under his wing to teach me for a while. Though I vividly remembered the event, I had no recollection of the words exchanged. What stood out above all else was that this unseen being was patient, kind, understanding, gentle, and loving. He never responded to my simple, childlike questions in a way that made me feel small, insignificant, or stupid. I was treated with great respect and dignity in spite of my naivety.
Both the voice that softly called my name today, and the one who was my teacher so many years ago were clearly audible. The “reality” of those voices lends credibility to the words, and makes me yearn to hear them more often, more clearly. Maybe someday.
Meanwhile, I must rely on the unspoken words that come to me by way of impression rather than expression. Clearly, I am still a student, still in a classroom where I must acquire the ability to discern the differences between the many voices of the personality and the Truth within myself. It is a trial and error process. Sometimes I get it right. Sometimes I don’t. But always, I get to repeat the class until I ace the course.
This morning’s voice was a welcome reminder that we are blessed to have wise teachers as guides, Elder Brothers who have graduated before us and moved on to higher realms. Perhaps it is such a one who called my name, ready to hand me another assignment.
Today I realize that today’s assignment is that I must remain calm and stay strong in the eye of storm and reach out and grab ahold of a hand that will help me stand steady amidst the turmoil. As I reach out for help, I must also reach out to another, the one behind who struggles to keep up.
Who is this that calls me by name? Perhaps it is the voice of God, or the Soul, or Spirit, or Jesus, or the Higher Self. Whatever the name, when it calls, will I answer? Will you?
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).
4 thoughts on “Voices of Wisdom Within”
Loved this post!
Thank you Grady! 😊
Julia, this is beautifully offered. Your humble heart warms all hearts who read your blog. Thank you!
A belated thank you Judy. I appreciate your lovely feedback. Blessings to you!