Nature Lover

The day started in the usual manner, early to rise just before the awakening of the new day, a steaming cup of hot coffee, sitting on the deck over looking the deep blue waters of the Hood Canal, with the majestic Olympic Mountains as the backdrop. The dawning, the awakening of each new day makes him realize just how great are his surroundings. The sight of a lone bald eagle soaring high above the canal with a fresh caught salmon in his talons, being chased by sea gulls wanting a taste of his breakfast, the seal jumping in the canal probably in pursuit of his breakfast. The screeches of the eagle seeming to say to the gulls stay away stay away. The gentle morning breeze whispering in the treetops, the sights, sounds and the calls of the wild amaze him. The sights a pleasure to his eyes, the sounds music to his ears, he calls these sounds the music of the mountains, Mother Nature’s music.

He was to make choices that day that would impact his life forever, starting with being responsible, doing the domestic chores, the mundane chores of being a responsible adult, or lazily floating on some high mountain lake, in his trusty old weathered canoe, letting the world pass him by enjoying the music of the mountains. The choice and the decision were easy ones for him; the call of the wild was not to be denied. He loaded that old canoe and left the world of responsibility behind at the doorstep. The true awakening that was to occur later would have a great impact on his life, the decision made, the result of which would last a lifetime. That Day. The Awakening. July 17th 1984 a time of change.

He spent the day doing what he enjoys the most, floating around a tranquil mountain lake, hoping a fish wouldn’t bite and disturb the peaceful easygoing mood he was so enjoying. He was doing what was and still remains a huge part of his life, what was provided him free of charge, Mother Nature. He returned home late that afternoon and made the decision to catch up on some reading, the mundane would just have to wait a bit longer. He lay down on the couch and started reading an article in Pro Bass Magazine. There was awareness, not a real knowing, just an acute awareness that he was no longer a part of the physical, an awareness that he was rising, being surrounded by brilliance unknown to man. He was aware of the physical and saw it still lying on the couch, eyes wide open with the appearance of reading, but yet with the awareness that he was no longer reading. The awareness of the light grew stronger, until he was no longer aware of the physical, just aware of the light, the all-consuming light. The awareness overwhelming the senses, the feeling of a great presence, the feeling of the awesomeness of what the light held in store for him was overpowering and cannot be imagined by mankind. As the light enfolds him the feelings of a total absolute, forgiving, unconditional love, the feelings of absolute pureness, goodness, kindness awes the senses, the words seem inadequate, they cannot describe the power of the feelings that are overwhelming him.

The light yet gets brighter, the pure, all-powerful white bright light, the brilliance unknown to mankind. Yet it does not burn. Does not blind, the sun dim in comparison to the light enfolding him. He has searched for words that better describe the power of the feelings, the power of the light, but none have come.

There was no spoken word, a communication also unknown to man, the feeling, the awareness, that all things past and present were known by the presence within the light, the feeling the future was already known, but the awareness that the future was his choice, the decision that he made would be granted. Yet still the feeling his decision was already known. There was no spoken word, just an awareness of a thought and the knowing that the thought and the reason for that thought were already known, “God I Am Not Ready”. With that thought came an awareness of descending out of the light and once again becoming a part of the physical, the physical and the spirit had become one again. He realized his eyes were focused where they had been before in the magazine, but his mind was wondering what just happened? He lay the magazine down and went out on the deck; it was just getting dusky dark as the sun was setting behind the Olympic Mountains. The questions began to flood into his mind, his consciousness, so many questions, yet so few answers.

He spent the next several hours thinking about the questions trying to justify the experience, searching for answers, no answers came. The Quest had begun, the questions, the truth, a figment of the imagination, the dream like world between awake and asleep, a few of the many, many questions ask that day. The talking to others, reading accounts of others who experienced the same or similar event, the research done at libraries, and on the Internet on the subject have not yielded any scientific results or concrete answers. The Quest? The Questions continue Reality, Imagination, Truth, Lie, or the Unknown?

That trusty old canoe, finally beaten up beyond repair, has since been replaced by a new mini-drift boat, better suited for the rapids in the rivers that he spends a lot of time floating. Since that day, he still lives his life much the same as before, but is far more appreciative of his surroundings, and enjoys them more then before. He is more understanding, compassionate and enjoys the diversity of the world around him. He is more thankful for what has been given him as a gift, life. He awakens each morning with a thought, not a spoken word, just the thought. Thanks!

Check out the other web pages on this site to view all the 'fancy' java lake class applets. The java lake class applet was installed per this Java Applet Tutorial (lake class n snow) website.

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