listen to the whisperings of the gods

"None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone."

Ralph Waldo Emerson


We all have moments in our lives, turning points. A memory flash, a chance meeting, an aha! moment, which might be so illusive that we almost have to physically grasp after it.

We must align ourselves with that essence within us whether it is a god, Buddha, bliss, the universe, etc. From this communion emanates our unique powers of self-reliance and our distinctive gifts, which are myriad.

These are the moments in which we create our own destiny. In the acknowledgment and reconciliation of this illumination, we are in awe and spontaneously become driven to undertake life whether it is a new venture or the slaying of an old dragon.

December is the beginning of outer coldness when the trees shed their leaves and make themselves bare to the elements. They have proven their greatness by their ability to repeatedly triumph.

We too can prove our strength. We all have different arenas in life in which we must prevail. Nevertheless, prevail we must.

Perhaps it is time to return to our inner self, close off for a few moments as a flower is embraced by its petals at night and listen to the whisperings of the gods.



Surrounded by the universe he immerses, naked, into self-abandonment. What might he find within himself? Leaving the scrolls of world knowledge, sense of time and structure behind: with this act, he becomes the child again, innocent and educable, able to partake of the all Seeing Eye and hear what must be heard.

Unless he is given to folly!