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Voices}[12th
November 1982]
19821112.2130
Great
gale this morning -- disturbed dreams – died away and very still
and clear now.
I
should record that last night – after I completed what is probably
the darkest point of the book – I went to bed fairly tense. I
decided to practice the relaxing exercises, starting with
concentrating down to the feet. I had got no further than that
before I drifted away, but came back with surprise to find myself
completely
relaxed and light but hearing distinctly the happy cries of
children (or possibly seagulls!) in large numbers all around me! It
was so distinct that the gusts of the storm faded into the
background, until I concentrated on them and brought them back –
for a time (I think). Eventually I fell asleep.
[‘I
believe profoundly in a God whose presence flows through all life and
who calls out in the breath of the wind across the forest, the cry of
the seabirds, the voices of children, in every living being. What God
says in that ceaseless, wordless articulation is simply: “Respect
me, cherish me.”’ (Jonathan Wittenberg, Senior Rabbi for Masori
Judaism: ‘The Times’, Saturday 09/09/2017, p80, ‘Credo’).
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