Meditation Stories & Spirit Tales
The following tales and stories are to all accounts true without exaggeration or any kind of fabrication. For me they represent the common idiom, "everything is connected". Along with the wisdom of ages: "As above, so below." you can add: "Whats good for the goose is good for the gander." Lets begin: Once I was meditating sitting on the bed in the apartment in Lincoln Park, Chicago when my children were just infants. They were both taking a nap at the time. During my meditation I could feel there was something in me that was stuck and didn't feel right. I could feel something like a knot in my chest. It wasn't something new for me and I knew it didn't belong there. It was like a small pebble pressing inside my sternum. I remained in meditative mind for quite some time, close to an hour I think. Suddenly, I felt something break free and fly out of me in a rush and I felt a deep relief. In that very instant I heard a door slam about t...