Road Trip Continued by Santhan
I took some photos when I got to Sibiu at 5:30 a.m. after Gloria had taken her flight back. The train arrived early and the people at the youth hostel were asleep so I did not wake them until 6:30 am. Then I asked a taxi guy to show me somewhere where I could see the whole city. He took me to a cemetary. We walked past his grandparents’ grave.
In Sibiu, time stands still. One can wonder how life would be different growing and living in such a place. Would the slower pace of life have an effect on one’s consciousness? Do experiences in life define us and do these experiences play a role in our evolution? Would one have asked the same questions that would eventually lead to the one question: Who am I?
Maybe it’s like a fire. A big warm campfire. In the center of the fire is our Father…Oneness…The Unknowable. Maybe the children sit around the fire and stay close to it so that they are always warm and comfortable. Some adventurous children wonder off exploring. Some go so far away they cannot see the light of the fire. Eventually they feel cold and make their way back to the fire. They try many different paths and stumble along until they eventually see the light of the fire. Then they have their bearings. They see the light and move towards it. The light illumines and reveals the underlying beauty. Back at the fireside it is warm, comfortable and peaceful. The children celebrate, laugh and play. They sing songs and dance. Heaven. They welcome those who come to the fire and encourage those who lurk on the outskirts afraid of the light after being in the dark for so long. Their laughter and music travel far, guiding those trying to reach the light.
Some from the group leap into the fire and some come running straight into the fire from the darkness. For to be one with the Father, all else must be burnt away.
There was a gentleman whom I met upon reaching the bottom of this beautiful passage shown below. He was walking very slowly towards the stairs. When I offered to help him to the top, he looked with kind eyes and said, “Can you just get me to the rail, thank you.” Very distinguished looking man whose body had seen many years. As he let go of my hand, he greeted the lady whom I had passed on the way down. She too had seen many years and took a while to get to the bottom. They both appeared to treasure their walk up and down those stairs.
This is Romania.
Below are some pics the ladies at the animal shelter took of cats jumping onto my head.
In the second photo below, you will see Denis who is the puppy who thinks he is a cat. Maybe it has something to do with his living with 78 cats.
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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