Week 22a — Silence — I kill you!

A little over a week ago, my husband and I took our youngest son, Gavin, to see one of his favorite comedic acts, Jeff Dunham, live.  One of his characters is named “Achmed, the Dead Terrorist”.  He raises his eyebrows in shocked anger and rants at the audience whenever they laugh, “Silence, I kill you!”  Little did I know that trying to find the silence these last two weeks as we progress into self-direction and self-reliance would just about kill me!

Trying to find one half day let alone 2 half days and another whole day has been daunting.  Knowing that I forgive everyone (including myself) and I can instantly replace a negative thought with a positive one, I have found chunks of time every day this week to sit silently.  In those moments (which some were as long as an hour), I found that my relaxed calm state of mind helps me access infinite intelligence.

During these sits (most of which occurred outside in my backyard with my dog, Miss Molly Mouse — who, by the way, is magnificent at maintaining silence — I would hear the things my busy life and mind would miss like the buzz of a passing bee, the rustling of the wind in the trees and even the small potted plants in my backyard, the various thoughts tumbling inside of my head often jumping over and on top of each other (as Emerson would call “the gleam of light which flashes across his her mind from within“), and especially the voice of my almighty God.

The power which resides in him her is new in nature, and none but she knows what that is which she can do, nor does she know until she has tried.  With that in mind, I press onward.  God will not have his work made manifest by cowards.  I will put his my heart into his my work and done his my best. . . otherwise, it shall give him me no peace. I will be am genuine and equal . . . sound and sweet . . . and live ever in a new day!

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8 thoughts on “Week 22a — Silence — I kill you!

  1. mkmmacolin

    For years I have had an air-purifier going in my bedroom around the clock. It makes a noise, such as a fan. I have always thought it helped me sleep by drowning out other noise, but today it flashed into my mind that I am going to turn it off. Through the sits, the power of the silence has become evident. Thank you for sharing Pamela. You have displayed tremendous persistence, consistency, and heart. Have a terrific weekend!

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  2. mommamccracken

    Cool to see the Jeff Dunham reference. Hadn’t thought of that. My favourite I think is peanut, full of fun. Yes getting time for silence is a chore – I hope I master it for a few days at some point. Thanks for reading my blog – we are on a wonderful journey together!

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  3. dannycl

    Awesome Pam!
    When I started this coarse I had most if not all of my sits outside. It was more per found feeling of awareness than inside hearing the house moan.
    Mahalo.
    Have a great week.

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