Autumn Creek Spiritual Center

Speaking tonight of vibrations and vibrations of words I would like to point out one to you, Au-Tum Cre-ek (toned by De Rah)...and you thought you picked out the name! A little cosmic humor!

We come to you tonight bringing love. We honor you. I come bringing friends with me that will pass among you, healing you, raising your energy. We send our love to you as a soft gentle breeze blowing gently across your back, in hopes that you will stop and turn and breathe it in. Allow yourself this evening to be inspired.

My friend told you that this evening's message will be about Nora the nurse. I should pronounce that No-Rah. She did not have Spirit at that time. She was not connected. This evening's message is about a first contact with Spirit.

Many years ago there was born a child who was named Nora. She was born into what you would consider to be a middle class family for that time. She was one of several children. Her father had a medium level post with the government and her mother stayed home to raise the family. Nora was always very small and very weak, but very bright. As she grew her intelligence would shine, but she was picked on unmercifully by the children that she was in school with.

What sustained her was a vision, or an idea, or just a glimmering in the back of her mind, which said, "I'm here to do something." She had no idea what, but her thought was, "I am here to do something."

She was the only one of the girls in her family to attend secondary school. In secondary school her physical development did not match that of the other girls and she became the source of much cruel humor. And she thought, "There's something I need to be doing." So she studied, and she learned, and always in the back of her mind is the question, "Is this all?"

Her family had raised her in the church. She went there daily after school. She spent her half-hour in prayer before going home and assisting the family with the chores. One day toward the end of her secondary school, after a particularly trying day in school, she went to the church. She went to the front and knelt down before the altar, and just for a second her prayer became meditation. In that second she was transported in her meditation to the center of her contract, where she found a tower. She walked to the door of the tower and opened it. She received a message, "Listen to Spirit," and she wept.

For months after that experience she spent hours and hours at that altar, in that church, and it never happened again.

She graduated from secondary school and much to the embarrassment of her parents she enrolled in college -- worse yet, she enrolled in nursing school. That meant, to the everlasting shame of her mother, that she might have to see and on occasion touch people that were not clothed. Oh, the pressure they put on her. "We thought you cared for us. We are your family. Look at your sisters: they are married, they are happy, they have children already. You insisted upon more education than they have. If you must work your father could get you a job, as he has your brothers, with the government. You do not have to do something vulgar and sinful like nursing."

She defied them. She stayed in nursing school, she studied, and she succeeded. Upon graduation from nursing school the incident from her secondary school days, the incident from the church, is all but forgotten. We think back once in a while, we remember the feeling, and by now we wonder if it was real. In the back of our mind however, there is always the question, "Is this all?" and the idea that somehow she is meant for something, to be someone. In her logic she says, "I am meant to be a nurse. I am meant to be a caregiver. I am especially meant to help children. If there is anything in my life that I am meant to be this is it."

She takes a job in a hospital working with children, caring for children. That job becomes her life. She has no male suitors, after all in her country, in her time, what man would want her? She can not go home. Her parents will not receive her. She has been an outcast from her family since she defied them with nursing school. Except for the people that she works with and the children that she cares for she is alone. And she wonders, "Is this all?"

Years pass. The hospital, the children, are her life. One day as she is making rounds checking on the children she sees the notations left by the doctor and they don't seem right to her. There's just something not right about them. She can't really explain it, it just feels funny to her. She goes and finds the doctor, who recognizes his mistake although he will never admit it. He changes the medication given to the child. She has effectively saved a life, although that will never be acknowledged. She thinks, "That must be why I was here, to save a child." The child, of course, does not know that he has been saved. He does not know this nurse, would not know Nora if he saw her on the street.

Years pass. The child has grown. The child has become a priest. The priest, during the war, saves hundreds of Jewish lives from the Holocaust. Nora never knows this.

One evening after work Nora lies down, kind of drifting off in that state between wakefulness and sleep. She feels herself floating. She feels warm and secure, suspended in and supported by white light, as if she has walked down a long hallway. When she awakes she is in a small white room with a door visible. She rises, she goes to the door, and as she opens the door, her friends, her guides and teachers get up and say, "Hi, Nora. Welcome back. We love you. How was your dream?" As she tells them about her dream, the images that she is describing appear on the wall of the room that they are in, so that everyone can watch. This is a joyous celebration as she goes through the life that she had. Her guides are rejoicing and celebrating and saying, "You've done it! You've completed your contract! It was a wonderful life!" Nora says, "Was it the child I saved? Was it defying my parents? Was it forty years spent as a caregiver in nursing?" Her friends say, "Oh, no. You're thinking like a human. It was none of those things. It was the instant that you opened the door of the tower. That was your contract, to talk to us, to hear us just once. Everything followed from that. Hearing us just once changed the rest of your life. It allowed everything else to happen. You took on a very hard contract and we honor you for it. Most people will never hear us. Your contract was to listen and to hear, and we honor you for successful completion. You did a wonderful job. When you go to dream again there will be more contact with us, there will be better contact because now you have done it once. You have opened the door of the tower, now you understand!" and they celebrated.

Many of you are here this evening having a good contact with Spirit. Some of you are here this evening thinking, "Is this all?" Some of you are here awaiting that first contact, that opening of the door, that ability to step into the tower. We bring to you tonight all love and honor and respect. We bring to you tonight the knowledge that you can do this. We bring to you tonight the certainty that you are Spirit. My friends who are passing among you are bringing you energy to help you with this. They will continue to do so. It has been a pleasure to be with you this evening. I leave you in love and peace.

Commentary

De Rah commented on the tonal significance of our church name, Autumn Creek. When broken down into tones the syllables of Autumn Creek represent clairsentience, clairaudience, and clairvoyance, or psychic sensing, psychic hearing and psychic vision. It looks like we had "spiritual inspiration" in choosing our name!

The lesson of Nora the nurse teaches us the great importance of contact with Spirit. In spite of being such a small, weak girl, constantly harassed by her peers, pressured by her parents, Nora's vision of a purpose for her life gave her hope, energy, the strength to go on. Her "second" of spiritual experience changed her life. It gave her the courage to stand up to her parents and decide to go to nursing school. It gave her the will to make the decision to do something different with her life. Because of that decision many lives were affected in a positive way. If one second of spiritual contact can have such a large impact on our life path and can positively affect people we never even know, how much more can we achieve when we increase our contact with Spirit?

Nora's logical human brain thought that the most important thing in her life was being a caregiver, but when she awoke from her "dream" of physical life she realized that her moment of spiritual contact was her purpose, that she had accomplished something wonderful, something very special. The opening of the door to spiritual contact is the most important purpose we can have in our lives. Everything else is secondary, icing on the cake. Are you ready to open the spiritual door?