My Kitchen Table Photo © 2015 by Pat Ruppel
I’m happy to say some of you were interested in this adventurous endeavor of mine (see previous post “Fireside Chats and Kitchen Table Talks”). Thank You! I even had a Google+ video chat scheduled. But, it was not to be for now. No doubt to be revisited another time ― another day, for sure.
After a number of attempts, I can see I have much more to learn in how I want to present this to you and it’s not enough to just “invite the miraculous”. I need to have access to more technology and the internet needs to cooperate (went down that day). So, maybe the universe was telling me something that I didn’t know.
In researching this, the planning and scheduling of it, I could feel my comfort limits being pushed. Oh, come on, I’ll level with you ― I was freaking out! I was definitely out in “no-where land”. Perhaps, some of you are reading this and thinking, “What’s the big deal ― I don’t get it.” But, what I envisioned for these talks and how it was shaping up were two totally different things.
For me, it was much more than an incidental chat that people do over the internet all the time ― it was a gathering where the energy of the conversation takes on a life of its own. Let me explain.
Years ago in the late ‘70’s, I used to have some neighbors over for coffee regularly after our kids went to school. It turned into a type of Bible study but the conversations were not limited to religion. They were more deep and personal. We came from different faiths even with one as an atheist. I loved the exchange and realness in the discussions and we never knew where it would lead. Because we were open and valued each other’s views, it truly felt as if there was an invisible energy force among us giving life to the talks. Maybe, God was in our midst (“where two are three are gathered in my name . . .”)
One morning, we began talking about creation and the differences in what people believe and how we believe ― biblical versus scientific ― no right or wrong answer, just talking. We got on the topic of the biblical belief of man being created from dust and the old saying, “ashes to ashes ― dust to dust.”
That led to another question I threw out, “what’s the difference between dust and dirt?” It must have been a big deal in the distinction in the Bible because we found out in searching through the Strong’s Concordance among other resources that in biblical times people would come to scrape off dust in leper’s homes.
With our imaginations heightened, more questions were put out there and the discussion came alive. As the morning waned and the talks wound down, we came to no real conclusions; however, our awareness was stimulated and I felt spiritually awakened somehow. I didn’t understand it.
Typically, before everyone got up from the kitchen table to get ready to leave, we would always hold hands and give thanks opening it up to say whatever was on our hearts. That was done and almost everyone had left when I felt something strange happen. I can remember it to this day.
Let me preface this by saying I know what I’m about to tell you could be considered “way out there”, wacky, woo-woo, just plain crazy. Believe me ― all those things have crossed my mind many times with wanting to understand or explain it away. But, it happened nonetheless.
As I stood, saying my good-byes and watching everyone leave, I heard a voice in my head. It startled me to the point where I turned around looking for the one who had just spoken to me. It was a strong, masculine voice that certainly got my attention. It was only a moment, when it seemed as if time stood still, when I heard the message that still haunts me to this day.
It said, “The cure for cancer is in the dust.” I was shaken and had never heard anything so profound. What was I to do with that? “The cure for cancer is in the dust.” Everyone was gone by now and I was left humbled and somewhat confused.
I made some phone calls to cancer research centers, Oral Roberts University and my pastor. Years later, I even looked up renowned author and scientist, Rupert Sheldrake, and e-mailed him telling him the whole story asking if he had any scientific explanation on what this could mean for a cure for cancer. Would you believe he graciously emailed me back but, unfortunately, could not shine any intellectual light on the matter or give any direction of whom to contact.
So many years have passed since those daily morning gatherings around my kitchen table but that one stands out, in particular, when I hear the latest news updates on treatments for cancer and scientific advances for cures.
I can’t help but wonder why that message came so clearly to me that morning and if there was anything else I could have done. Maybe, the answer lies on the other side of this life of mine. It will be revealed to me someday.
In saying all of this, I wanted to share how powerful and special it is when we come together in spirit whether it’s physically, by our words or electronically over the internet. There is more going on here when we gather with open hearts to exchange our views and listen to one another. I believe there are more messages and more for us to learn beyond our wildest dreams.
I’ll just have to wait and see what unfolds next in my 2015 “inviting the miraculous”. I may have to revisit these fireside chats and kitchen table talks another time. Will you come and sit at my kitchen table when the time comes?
Pat from the ol’ kitchen table
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