Virginia Breeze

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Today Beth and I spent most of the day downtown at the Richmond Folk Festival. There was such a positive response to the National Folk Festival in the past few years that the  sponsors in the area generously volunteered to continue their support.

There were some world class acts here this year and I will share some things about them in the next week. I’m pretty tired tonight but I did want to post something about it now.
The weather was perfect. People were having a great time. It’s lots of fun seeing all the old hippies come out in their wheel chairs.
Just kidding. We will have to wait a few more years for that. But there was a lot of dancing and jumping around. Shouts and applause. Didn’t smell any hemp however. Darn!

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This may be a long term relationship. We went back to the beach after a week that included a few showers and here is what we saw.

Still in love.

Sigh.

When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. ~Natalie
Clifford Barney

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He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began. ~Leo Tolstoy

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How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ~Victor Hugo

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Today Robin Easton wrote about an amazing experience she had some time ago.  And it immediately brought to mind something I had read In Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda.    The two reports have some interesting similarities.   And so I report them to you.

This book saved my life.  I recommend it to anyone who is in need of help.  And I feel very privileged to know Robin.    Her friendship has made all the efforts put into blogging worthwhile and then some.   Here is what she wrote . . .

http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=605

And here is the writing of Paramahansa Yogananda,  a great saint and avatar.

“In 1915, shortly after I had entered the Swami Order, I witnessed a
vision of violent contrasts. In it the relativity of human
consciousness was vividly established; I clearly perceived the unity of
the Eternal Light behind the painful dualities of maya. The vision
descended on me as I sat one morning in my little attic room in
Father’s Gurpar Road home. For months World War I had been raging in
Europe; I reflected sadly on the vast toll of death. As I closed my eyes in meditation, my consciousness was suddenly transferred to the body of a captain in command of a battleship. The thunder of guns split the air as shots were exchanged between shore batteries and
the ship’s cannons. A huge shell hit the powder magazine and tore my
ship asunder. I jumped into the water, together with the few sailors
who had survived the explosion. Heart pounding, I reached the
shore safely. But alas! a stray bullet ended its furious flight in my
chest. I fell groaning to the ground. My whole body was paralyzed, yet
I was aware of possessing it as one is conscious of a leg gone to
sleep. “At last the mysterious footstep of Death has caught up
with me,” I thought. With a final sigh, I was about to sink into
unconsciousness when lo! I found myself seated in the lotus posture in
my Gurpar Road room. Hysterical tears poured forth as I
joyfully stroked and pinched my regained possession-a body free from
any bullet hole in the breast. I rocked to and fro, inhaling and
exhaling to assure myself that I was alive. Amidst these
self-congratulations, again I found my consciousness transferred to the
captain’s dead body by the gory shore. Utter confusion of mind came
upon me. “Lord,” I prayed, “am I dead or alive?” A dazzling play of light filled the whole horizon. A soft rumbling vibration formed itself into words: “What
has life or death to do with Light? In the image of My Light I have
made you. The relativities of life and death belong to the cosmic
dream. Behold your dreamless being! Awake, my child, awake!”"

http://www.lifepositive.com/Spirit/Paramahansa/The_science_of_miracles92004.asp

How amazing are these two accounts? Keep your eyes and ears open.  You never know who may arrive on your doorstep.  And you will want to be prepared to invite them in.