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  • Last weekend while basking on the river bank at Kelly Point, a stranger approached and asked if he could pray for us. A little hesitation but I said "sure". I welcomed the intention of thoughtfulness for others.
    He asked if he could pray right in that moment, and we all agreed.
    My friends and I exchanged looks covered with skepticism. I more so out of curiosity and wonder.
    Although this stranger's thoughtfulness for others was delivered with a bit of evangelism, I neither cared nor judged. I was happy to be on the receiving end someone's thoughtfulness and for an opportunity to expand my boundaries of religious tolerance.
    By the look on my friends faces, I could tell we shared a sorted history with organized religion, and perhaps I was more at peace with it.

    The stranger asked what we would like prayers for. I said "courage to heal"( this must have been prompted by self evaluation that I am currently doing to heal from a previous experience). He asked if it was for anything specific, maybe pushing boundaries by some standards by asking, but I had pushed boundaries on my own level by accepting to be prayed for.
    A friend said "body and mind" then remained silent and observed with wonder and a slight discomfort, showing mistrust.

    The stranger then asked if there was something he could pray for for all of us. I found myself saying "an authentic friendship of Truth" or something in those line. After all, we had just been talking about living in our "Truth" and "authentic selves".
    So he started, quickly and assuredly, "Dear Lord Father, may...". Words wrapped in heavy Christian lingo cascaded from a well within this man. Over and over, and over he prayed "Dear Lord Father...".
    Totally not my gig.

    I noticed I was quickly moving past my old scars and aversion to Christianity or organized religion (which has ranged from disgust, even a time of hate, to varying levels of acceptance and equanimity) and opening up to what was being offered in the present moment........... I perceived it as a deep caring and goodwill. And what followed was a very dear blessing from a man who just wanted to pray for people, with the courage to ask to do it aloud with them. He never asked us if we were "believers".
    Whether by assumption or evangelism, he released his form of prayer in daylight to total strangers. I imagine how different it could have been if he had gone home to his rosary or alter that night in silence or prayer or whatever his practice is.

    I stood in awe as my heart warmly and evenly blissfully received this gift whilst having little to no relevance to the language he was using, but utmost resonance with the where he was coming from. I felt really touched.
    I was in a radical state of total acceptance, to something I have questioned or even denied for almost 2o years.
    Years, decades of aversion to the vehicle of the man's message absolutely melted away.

    For years I've practiced transmuting religious differences into a language my mind and heart resonates with.
    So instead I heard this man speak from a universal language of Love. From a place of thoughtfulness, compassion and there was no separation.
    It was beautiful.

    After the man finished, we thanked him and he went down the river bank.
    I took several long, wonderfully silent, heart opened moments to let this experience sink in. Throwing away dogmatism and keeping the shared language of intention and the universal language of love, I reflected on separation, searching for an expression to communicate the lesson.

    A lot of expressions came to my head but this stuck..............
    There was no separation by religion or anything of what the man had to share and what I/we had to receive. I felt very much at peace, lifted even.
    Nothing to kill or die for.
    Just an embodiment of non separation and oneness. And it was a neat and beautiful thing to experience.
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