002-The God Formula
How to See and Hear Your Creator
By Jim Moore
Having lived in cities such Chicago, Kansas City and Nashville as well as hidden among acres of trees in rural America, I ultimately chose the rural. It is the best place to be quiet and to see and listen to God.
Many of the greatest spiritual leaders of the human race, including Moses, John the Baptist, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha and the unknown spiritual leaders of known and unknown tribes the world over spent much of their lives in the wilderness.
Moses and 12 Tribes of Israel spent 40 years in the wilderness. Jesus himself spent 40 days in the wilderness. John the Baptist lived his whole adult life in the wilderness.
With a few exceptions, I have spent the past 20 years living in the wilderness of southeastern Hickman County, Tennessee near the top of a ridge that overlooks a large valley split by the Duck River, one of the most ecologically diverse rivers in the entire world according to National Geographic.
On a spring day, I can sometimes hear the exuberant squeals and laughter of small children down the valley, the sound carrying up the valley into my narrowing ridge like an amplifier.
I have been blessed to sit beneath old forests to hear the songs of birds, frogs, mammals and insects and to become aware of the Grandfather trees and the Mother trees and their songs, each with their own physical individuality, faces and even personalities.
Likewise, I have sat back in a simple lawn chair at the edge of a meadow surrounded by forest – still and quiet and beyond time – and have a large doe come unknowingly into my field of vision.
When we simultaneously became aware of each other’s presence there was a moment when we both froze, holding our breath, wondering what our reactions to each other might be.
Would I raise a high-powered rifle and kill a trophy?
Would she flee like the wind at my smell?
In that crystal, timeless moment we each acknowledged that common “radio signal” that all creatures on the planet (yes, even the planet Earth itself) use to communicate in some little understood holographic way to every other organic molecule in the world.
Some would call it telepathy, something “supernatural” and thus to be feared and ridiculed as being something of the Devil.
Physicists would call it an Extremely Low Frequency (ELF) band of electromagnetic waves, lower than sound, between about 7 and 30 cycles per second, that is shared by all of Mother Earth.
Geologists call it the Schumann Resonance when applied to the planet as a whole. While it is commonly known as 7.83 cycles per second (Hertz), it is actually a combination of various harmonic subsets of that frequency.
You don’t hear it as well in the noisy cities because of all the manmade EMF (Electro-Magnetic Frequency) pollution.
But that day in the nature world far from that manmade cacaphony of noise, the doe and I sensed each other’s thoughts clearly.
My own mind was peacefully blank as it had been for hours. Because I had been in this situation before, I let my mind stay blank and simply watched and observed without making any movements.
Hers was a combination of fear and curiosity, as she was confronting for probably the first time in her life a human who radiated no thought of hostility, violence or death.
She sensed my own peacefulness and that, in turn, strengthened hers. We watched each other for many long seconds, I noting her grace, her color, her markings, her perfection as a creation of the Creator. Me eyes and hers held steady, eye contact unbreaking.
After a time in this world where time had stopped, she took one cautious step toward me. Then, as I did not react, she took another step, and then another. Her fear subsided and her curiosity increased. She edged closer.
I smiled at her, still not losing eye contact, and very, very slowly extended my hand out to her, raising my arm only a tiny bit. She stopped and blinked. Then, maybe one step every 10 seconds or so, she came closer – and closer – until she was maybe about five feet away from me.
That was as close as she came, lowering her head and stretching her neck toward me, registering my smell but still gazing deep into my eyes as her brown and my blues maintained a psychic “energy rope” between us.
Someone once said that the eyes are “the gateway to the soul.” I don’t know what she saw in my eyes but in hers I saw a gentle wisdom as old, if not older, than humankind itself.
On that beautiful spring day I knew I was gazing upon the face of God. And deep down, I had the feeling she, too, was aware that we were One for that frozen moment of time, linked by the commonality of our Creator.
After we mutually acknowledged that bond between us, she raised her head and took one step backwards, then blinked and slowly turned and unhurriedly walked off into the forest.
Now you may think me a madman, a heretic, a lunatic, a sad deranged excuse for a human better suited for an insane asylum.
But have you never heard of horse whisperers, or seen the movie “The Horse Whisperer”? The secret is not to speak, or even whisper … but to simply listen. If we listen, they will speak from their mind to ours, from their soul to ours.
Just as a great artist pours his or her soul into their art, as a great songwriter pours his or her soul into their song, so God, the greatest Artist of All poured its own soul into its creations – all of its creations. From the smallest subatomic particle to the hugest canvas of the universe.
“Whatsoever ye do to the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” This from the same God who knows every hair on our heads and who knows the fall of every sparrow.
I saw her, and others, over the next year or two. A few times she brought her fawn with her and somehow, however it works, she let me know this was her daughter in whom she was proud.
The next fall, as the hills around me rang with the gunfire of hunters at the opening of deer season, I prayed for her soul and that of her fawn, knowing in sorrow I would never see her again.
We mighty humans are so arrogant, thinking that when God gave us dominion over the earth that this gift gave us free rein to kill and destroy with abandon, never realizing that the gift of dominion was a trust and that we carry the responsibilities and obligations of honoring and preserving that trust we call the planet Earth.
Copyright © 2014 by Jim Moore.