He’s a friend who also enjoys the flow of conversation in Izy Coffee.  We talk of the mysteries of the mind.  I tell him things that I expect few would understand, such as the times I see everyone on the street “shining like the sun”. Samuel gets it.

“Here’s a quote that I think you’ll enjoy,” he says:

Where does the power of a word come from? It does not come from the spoken word itself, but from the energy, the quintessence with which it is impregnated. This quintessence is found in the aura of all beings. The power of a magus comes from his ability to impregnate the words he pronounces with light, with the light of his aura which is rich, intense and pure. The word is the repository of a force, and the more the word is impregnated with this creative element – the light – the greater its power. It is not just anyone who can pronounce magical words that will produce great effects. Only a true magus, by the power of his aura alone, without straining his voice or gesturing, is able to pronounce a few words which can command the forces of nature and attract higher beings. It is not the spoken word which created the world, but the Divine Word. Speech is the means used by the Divine Word to implement the work of creation. The Divine Word is the first element God put into action, and it is by means of the spoken word that this Divine Word is able to express itself.

Very cool. I don’t know what a “magus” is, and I don’t need to. What I do know is if I want my words to reach people, my heart needs to be open in the speaking. Or in the singing.

I want to sing beautiful songs that already have magic in them. And I want my voice to enhance the beauty so that people will let them come inside.

When I write, I trust that my words have an underlying sweetness that will contribute to lives. I don’t think much when I write. Something kind usually just comes.

Samuel told me about a moment in Thailand. At a red light he made eye contact with a few fellows who were riding in the back of a truck. There was such peace in their gaze as they joined with his. Even though no words were spoken, the silent connection was “impregnated with the light”. There was a blessed transmission.

And then there was me, 35 years ago, walking across a parking lot in Lethbridge, Canada. A woman, perhaps from India, smiled at me and said “Hello.” That was it … and I’m still affected by the moment.

It is by means of the spoken word that this Divine Word is able to express itself

So … will my future (and Samuel’s) be resplendent with Divine Words?

I say “Yes”