A woman came into the shop today. A bit confused, she asked for some
cigarette or tobacco that we didn't seem to have.
"I was in the pub across the road," she said, "when
the Undertaker came in. It shook me right through." (We point out that the shop is
very close to an undertaking business.) She pressed on. "I'd just been to Warriston
[crematorium]" she said, "and it just got me right there."
"It's a job," I replied. "Somebody's got to do
it." I had a large queue, and really couldn't fathom what it was she wanted. My
colleague suggested Amber Leaf tobacco. She bought it - the small packet - and left. The
queue (we always have a queue) was amused. Her confusion was incandescent.
"I'm trying not to burst out laughing," I said, to the next
customer, a middle-class lady. "So are we!" she and the others all agreed,
laughing and grinning. "But come on - the woman's just been to a funeral," I
chided them, gently. We passed a few minutes, taking money and wrapping goods.
Then the door burst open again - it was her. "That's no what he
wants!" my tobacco lady exclaimed. "Can I no just get the money back?"
"Just leave it a minute love, and I'll serve you," I said,
conscious now of the quite long queue that had built up. Again minutes passed. More goods
and money changed hands, while she patiently waited. I didn't look at her.
"I'm really sorry," she kept saying, when it got round to
her turn. "I'm really sorry - I've just been to Warriston this afternoon."
It happens I know Warriston very well. Reaching across the counter, I
gave her back her money. But that wasn't enough. More, much more was in the air, vibrant -
radiant. I took her hands, because I know I can do this, and simply said "God
Bless you." I held both her hands and both her eyes until this got through.
Visualise, if you can, a middle-aged skinhead man holding the hands
of a slightly drunken woman he'd just met that day and blessing her. Try that picture. She
dissolved into tears, of course, but we know - know - how helpful our actions and
words were. I did it because I can do it, as my sometime friend Stuart once remarked about
his mystic skills.
Try that, if you dare.
We note with some sadness, yet
understanding, that Scott has placed a warning sign before his link to us. However, we
still seem to have "Pole Position."
Stick at it Scott, you'll get there. Don't be too dismayed by
this one - I did it mostly for you. We've had a lot of practice, and understand our range.
The good bit is when the technicalities become second nature, letting the glory shine
through.
EUROVISION FOOTNOTE
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featuring on this site, Miss Dana International swept to a dazzling victory in the
Eurovision Song Contest. This success is just one example of the much-researched "magnificat effect", whereby anyone who is written
about, thought about positively, or who simply even pleases us in 3D, receives
Nature's gratitude and gifts.
Even the innocent act of perusing these pages will,
gentle reader, bring so many benefits. Trust me. I'm a Channel.
This positivity is called in the Consciousness biz Nature
Support, and is available to anyone prepared to perform a simple, practical,
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