I was called to another healing; it happens more often than I would've thought possible. Don't get me wrong, I know people get sick or injured physically and emotionally but not to where I'm needed. Last nite, he showed up like always and led me to the place where I needed to be.
The singer was already there, so I took my place by his side. His lady friend or mate was on the other side next to him, on the stairs. She never says a word, just watches and listens. As the singer began to sing, I felt something different well up within me. Usually, when she starts to sing, as I feel led, I'll either hum along or follow along and interpret then sing with her from in the shadows. That's why they call me the shadow singer, I'm always in the shadows. And that's fine with me.
Last night something was different, off a bit, or so it seemed. As she sang and I began to hum along, a deep sadness welled up within me. Often, I'm holding some object. I couldn't tell you what it was, only that it was in my hand. But this time, I had nothing to hold onto. as the feeling came, I reached and took his hand, holding tight. Instead of singing and interpreting what I call the song of angels (it's in a language unknown yet I can interpret it) I began to weep. The sadness and grief came from someplace deep within me, and all I could do was sob in gratitude.
Yes, surprisingly, I felt intense gratitude over events that have taken place over the last several years for having come through the trials. The next thing I knew, I was outside with the man looking back inside through a partially stained glass window at tthe singer. All I could do was marvel at the feelings swelling within me.
I've never met or spoken to her. My guess is she's a celestial, an angel. The man probably is as well. It's that sort of a mystery surrounding the events. How could I interpret her song, words she sang in an unknown language, and I also sang with her? Then he's gone until the next time. Now I understand in part how the author of Amazing Grace felt as he penned those words.
I'm a talker and always have something to say. And so, it stands to reason, I should turn my thoughts into stories.