One thing that would reoccuringly surface to trouble Showay during this
otherwise Peaceful and uneventful time of respite, was his visit to the farms.
He knew what he had seen. He knew he could easily identify some of the more
apparent differences between the four farms. Yet, there was an intangible
understanding he simply could not translate into words. Something seemed to be
blocking his capacity to speak from his Heart in this matter.
"Perhaps today things will resolve themselves," thought Showay as became aware
of the brightness of the morning Light dancing its way into the house. This
dance of Light orchestrated by the trees as they moved in unison with the
breeze, clearly carried the invitation to Injoy the "great outdoors."
Picking his leather bound diary and favorite pen, he walked to the porch and
sat on an old wooden rocking chair that had been left behind by someone unknown
to him. HelioStella was shining bright above a blue sky dotted with puffy white
clouds. The cool breeze was brisk, refreshing, and felt very cleansing to him.
It was one of those days that awakened the inner sense of well being and
safety, for it conveyed the Good Will and Intent of the Heavenly Father for his
children.
As he relaxed into such magnificent experience, he became aware of Aurora’s
presence. She was standing a few feet in front of him. "Common interest is not
your fear factor," she volunteered with her soft melodic voice, "you are simply
looking in the wrong place."
Showay smiled toward her in thanksgiving and without much ado began
contemplating her guidance. Recognizing his need for privacy, Aurora softly
dissipated from his perception. Soon thereafter, Showay had his firsts ‘aha’
moments. "Ok, I get it. My difficulty in writing about this is not directly
related to what I saw during my visit to the farms… and, if I understand
Aurora right, it is neither related to me having a common artistic interest
with my mom."
Suddenly, without a trace of warning, a deep seated pain surfaced for release.
The pain carried with it touches of disdain and scorn for other people’s
capacity to succeed where he had failed. Instinctively Showay recognized the
importance of breathing through this experience rather than ignoring or
suppressing it. As he did so, he also laid what surfaced on the Altar of Divine
Love and Power in Right and Proper Exchange for Truth. And so it was he found
himself transported back in time…
