[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]This topic is something that I became involved with, well, by accident really. I will not go into any great detail but it basically involves a friend of mine and her community of spiritualist friends, poetry and me apparently being something/someone that firstly, I don't believe I am and secondly, even if I am that thing/person, I have absolutely no intention of actively pursuing the fact at this juncture in my life. That may seem a little cryptic but it's all about words, power and spiritual healing.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I have always believed that words have far more power than most people realise. Many people that I've corresponded with about this subject have illustrated the point simply and effectively by telling me that certain words spoken to them many years ago are still with them to this day. Phrases like "The truth hurts" and "The truth shall set you free" are absolutely true. They bring with them the reality of any given situation in that whatever is actually said to the recipient has such a profound effect on them that it finally opens their eyes to the extent that they can see what everyone else around them has been seeing for however many hours, days, weeks or even years. The consequences of that dawning realisation could be anything from devastating to truly enlightening, it just depends on both the person and the situation in which they find themselves. All this happens as a result of the coming together of two things that have no physical properties as such; a few words, spoken or perhaps written, and the human soul, into which those words find themselves forcibly etched for better or worse, where they will remain until that person's very final day or maybe even forever and then beyond. Who truly knows?[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The reason I mentioned my friend in the first paragraph was for a reason. She made me realise that what I'd suspected all along was true, and that in itself had an incredibly profound affect on me. She accidentally came across a couple of poems I'd scribbled down and left lying by my workstation when we were both production operators in a factory. Nobody had ever, ever read anything I'd written before and she asked if she could take them away and have a look at them when she got home. I reluctantly agreed but just thought there was no harm in it after all.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]When I saw her the next morning she gave me a great big hug and started to cry. As you can imagine I was really taken aback. I thought something terrible had happened you know, like somebody had died or something like that. My total befuddlement was complete when she moved away, smiled and then said "Thank you". She could see the incredulous look on my face, so we sat down and she explained.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]One of the poems she'd read, according to her, was like reading the story of a certain period of her life as if she'd written it herself. She told me the full story, how she'd met her true love, about the days they spent together and one in particular down by a beautiful lake, how he'd fallen ill and eventually succumbed to cancer. Then, how she'd suffered the grief and the inner turmoil as you'd expect at such a loss before realising, with the support of her family and spiritualist friends in particular, that it was just the beginning of a journey for her, for them, and how she believed with all her heart that they'd be together again someday.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I have to say that throughout the whole story I was on the verge of tears and I don't mind telling you all that. She was my friend first and foremost, a really genuine and lovely person and she was opening up to me about a period of her life that was both extremely hard for her to deal with and just as difficult to talk about however many years later. When she was talking to me, she was looking right through me with that dreamy eyed stare of someone who's reliving events from the past, seeing it like it was just an hour ago; feeling all of those emotions again, so evident in the softening of her features and the faintest of smiles on her lips when talking about the good times, and the slightest of frowns and almost pleading look in her eyes as she recalled those darker moments. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I think I was in some sort of catatonic state, totally rapt in her story; I don't think I moved, I certainly never spoke and you know, I'm sure I never even took a breath in those few, almost surreal, minutes.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]When she'd finished, she looked me in the eyes, smiled at me again and gave me another great big hug. She told me that what I'd written in that poem was exactly how she felt about things but could never find the words to express. She'd been told by a friend that one day she would come across something that would confirm all of those things she'd been wondering about and questioning and that it would not only change her way of thinking but also change her life. She told me that she knew my poem was it. Little did I know at that time it would do exactly the same to me too.
Now you see, the thing about all this, is that I still find the whole episode totally unbelievable, even today. At the time I was speechless (believe it or not – lol). I like to think I'm a pretty level headed person and just about as average a Joe as you'd ever care to meet. I'm fairly quiet, shy and unassuming and I don't like fuss and all that carry on. I was finding it a little hard to comprehend, trying to fathom out how a few words, and my words at that, could have such an effect on anyone never mind a friend. Metaphorically speaking, it felt like I'd knocked up a bowl of Cornflakes and suddenly one of the world's greatest chef's had accidentally had a taste and decided it was the greatest thing ever made. I hope you can understand that. I'd made something that I considered ordinary and simple, yet by accident it appeared that 'simple something' was someone else's Holy Grail, so to speak. At the time it was a most peculiar pill to try and swallow.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'd never even contemplated showing anyone stuff that I'd written, family or friends. I just did it when I was daydreaming, like people who doodle I guess. Of course the whole scenario bothered me for a good while afterwards, though not in a bad way. I thought about it a lot and eventually I came to this conclusion which I think is a nice way to wrap up this rather drawn out episode:[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The belief that I'd always entertained with regards to just how powerful words could be, particularly in their written form had been proved to me in what I considered the most incredible fashion. I can tell you, hand on heart, that those few minutes when my friend was opening her heart to me was one of the most poignant yet touching, amazing and memorable moments in my life so far. I will never ever forget it. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The speeches that move a nation, that everyone remembers ("I have a dream……" by Dr. King springs to mind), that cause emotion such that people change in their way of thinking and in the things that they do, usually all start off as a few thoughts noted as bullet points on a piece of card or paper and yet, years later, look at the fundamental effect they have had and still continue to have on people, on societies and on our world today. That is great power indeed.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And finally, if what my friend said was true then I look at it this way, which kind of puts things into perspective for me. Apparently, it only took that simple poem; those 48 lines; just 282 words, and roughly 20 minutes of my own life, to change the rest of hers. Just imagine how truly, truly humble that makes me feel.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Nothing will ever change my belief in the true power of words. I need no more convincing. If you do then I hope that one day you have a similar experience to my own. Who knows, it could change your life forever too.[/FONT]
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