Which voice are you listening to?
In April 2009, I was resting on the floor in what had become my empty apartment in Rochester, New York. My mother had passed away the year before and, for months, I had been contemplating whether or not I could return to Los Angeles and reignite my career in the entertainment industry — at 48-years-old.
That night, I had just returned from my bon voyage party at a local club, where I performed a few happy songs, surrounded by loving family members and many good friends. It was only a few days prior when I had finally sold the last few pieces of my furniture, gave away to friends my prized possessions and, in the process, dismantled the shrines and remnants of the past.
Once more, it was time for me to leave Rochester, which I had done several times before. Those other times, my parents would still be there if ever I wanted to return. But now, both of them were gone — as my father had succumbed to lung cancer in 1995.
Would I be able to succeed, to start again in L. A. at nearly 50-years-old with a lot-less-but-more gray hair?
Would I have the stamina and the guts that once drove me so steadily through the 1980s and early ’90s?
I wondered aloud if anyone would care.
I Had A Dream
Then I fell asleep — and had a dream.
Or at least I thought it was a dream — because it sure-as-heck felt real, with apparently, a little “hell” on the side.
In this dream, or nightmare, or whatever it was, I heard a very dark voice tell me that “Nobody cares.”
Fortunately, another voice would chime-in — a light-er voice, a voice from the Light — which seemed to counter that dark vocal with, “LOVE cares.”
But then the dark voice would reiterate, “NOBODY cares!”
The Light voice countered once again with, “LOVE cares!”
The banter between these two articulations continued until LOVE won, and I awakened.
It was then realized that it “I” who was the Light voice responding to the darkness that was attempting to stagnate my life.
“I” was in control of every good thing that happens to me in my life — just as each of us are in control of our own destinies — and that we should never let any dark or negative “voice” derail or detour us from what we know to be a solid and happy destiny that awaits us.
The Morning After
The morning after I had that “dream,” I got on a plane in Rochester, flew to Los Angeles and commenced my new life — with a renewed confidence in knowing that everything is on track…because…
Love is our true heritage.
At least that’s how I see it.
While the love that our parents share with us on Earth is the same love that some of us are blessed to then bestow upon our own children, there seems to be a greater parent in Heaven than the mothers and fathers we know on Earth.
Ultimately, in my opinion, the love we share for one another and all of humanity — IS God — the very stuff of the love of Heaven.
So, we have the power to make Heaven on Earth.
Here’s A Helpful Guide To Love
On it’s YouTube channel, Crossmap Inspiration offers an illustration of a few comparative words of Good vs. Evil. They go something like this:
The Good voice stills us. The Evil voice rushes us.
The “Good” voice leads us. The “Evil” voice pushes us.
The Good voice reassures us. The Evil voice frightens us.
The Good voice enlightens us. The Evil voice confuses us.
The Good voice encourages us. The Evil voice discourages us.
The Good voice comforts us. The Evil voice worries us.
The Good voice calms us. The Evil voice obsesses us.
The Good voice convicts us. The Evil voice condemns us.
The Deciding Voice
So, when we may find ourselves in the midst of spiritual warfare — like I was that night in April 2009, may we find the strength and courage to listen to the “Good” voice — those sweet whispers from Heaven — that still small voice.