The Secret When You Can Walk On Water Take The Boat Part 15

The Secret – When You Can Walk On Water , Take The Boat ( Part 15 )

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Summary:
On Sunday morning June departed for home. We said our good-byes, promising to meet again soon. Her last words to me were, “Remember, the man on the piano bench will be in touch with you, John. Listen to him and keep an open mind.”

In an effort to clarify the many confusing thoughts in my mind, I decided to go for a walk in the woods behind my house. Since he likes nothing better than to run free in the forest, I took Rajah with me. About three hundred yards from the house …

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The Secret , Spirituality Information , God

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On Sunday morning June departed for home. We said our good-byes, promising to meet again soon. Her last words to me were, “Remember, the man on the piano bench will be in touch with you, John. Listen to him and keep an open mind.”

In an effort to clarify the many confusing thoughts in my mind, I decided to go for a walk in the woods behind my house. Since he likes nothing better than to run free in the forest, I took Rajah with me. About three hundred yards from the house if you go north by northwest, is a small, open area in the middle of the trees and bushes. In that clearing is a giant rock with many smaller rocks surroundingit. Legend was that centuries ago,a mysterious tribe of American Indians lived in this area. Perhaps, I thought, this was the place of their high worship ceremonies. We walked into the clearing.

It was quiet and peaceful by the rock. The morning sun streamed through the leaves and branches of the tall trees falling directly on the little patch where Rajah and I stood. The serenity seemed to reach back into time. It felt like long, long ago in another country and another clime.

In my youth, it was a joy for me to spend hours in the forests. And forests and streams were plentiful. The little village where I was born couldn’t have covered more than a few square miles. To the north was the Atlantic Ocean and to the south were miles of misty, tropical rain forests for a boy to explore, if he dared. And always there was the perpetual,subtle call of the ocean, a sea song luring me away to distant places. The forests also sang, but their songs carried the soothing comfort of the familiarity of home. Home to me was this small fishing and farming village, literally cut out of the jungle by my grandfather and a group of stalwart men.

Year after year the village grew as the inhabitants constantly fought back the jungle and the sea. It seemed that both wanted to reclaim the village as a prize. In time, the village would become extremely prosperous,only to die years later after I left. In my mind though, it was still my village and thoughts of those times raced through my mind.

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At the tender age of 22, Natasha experienced a major traumatic event. Because of the intense emotional pain she suffered from this event, Natasha was completely driven to understand exactly how the mind worked, and why people behaved the way they did. When Natasha completed her NLP (Neuro Linguistic Programming) Master Practitioner qualification, it was a turning point in her life, and she was able to use the tools and techniques she had learned to set her mind free from the pain and suffering of that event.
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