Good afternoon from KCMO, everyone.  In between unloading the dishwasher and loading it up again, I felt led to respond to this discussion.  Silence is the only place I have ever experienced the most profound and life-changing spiritual events....those which, it seemed, changed my very DNA, my entire viewpoint(s) were either reversed or evaporated.  I have had many smaller occurrences, but those I tend not to remember as clearly as the very few huge ones that changed me in a nanosecond.  Those happened while we as a family were living in Saudi Arabia.

Silence was key, I think...not that nothing was occurring or that the flat was engulfed is a quiet state.  Yuri had taken the babies to the souq to buy both gas canisters and water jugs and was going to stop by the US Consulate on his way home.  That left me in an empty flat, but then in the living room, on a huge reel-to-reel that someone had given us who was returning to the States, was playing Handel's Messiah ever so softly.  It was Christmas time for the few of us western expats who were living in Riyadh....December, 1975.  No, the ''silence'' was internal...mindlessness, stillness as I washed and dried the dishes, not thinking of anything, nothing intentional or not intentional, blankness, just going through the motions, not even identifying with the music,  When suddenly, gently but intentionally, a presence entered the space...something took it over and me with it.  I saw no one, but something/someone unexplainable was there.and the walls/ceiling/floors/dishes/brinks-and boards shelves melted into tiny dancing points of brilliantly colored lights.  I had no strength of my own ...and collapsed onto the floor.  Even my eyelids had no strength to open them.  The presence entered me, surrounded me, impregnated me if you will with Love beyond description to comprehend much less explain in the limits of language.  I had no power to even breathe, and in a nano-second I knew who and what it was...That who has no need to be named....I was safe, secure, Loved and A-Lighted and my being joined with this Presence more and more.  The more I was joined, the more of Love that was poured into me, so that I lost shape and everything/anything I thought I was identified with.  I was nothing and yet everything but I had no thought of all this.  It was just a knowing...

Finally I gasped for air, which brought me back gently to my body, the hardness of the tile floor, the kitchen in Riyadh, the walls, the shelves, the faint Halleluia Chorus playing in the flat...somewhere....still no strength to get up, still blank but now transformed in my mind, everything the same but everything was different...very, very different.  The Visitor of Love now departed but yet not, not ever. I struggled to sit up, kneel up, stand up as the sound of babies calling ''Mommy Mommy came from the carport outside...Staggering to the door I opened it and ''saw'' for the very first time....how Holy and Divine EVERYTHING is, in spite of what is going on, regardless of what is going on, or not going on...

It is as though it were yesterday...and of course, in the reality of time, it wasn't.  It happens still now...again.

Namaste