The Story of Namastae....
In 1994, I had the
opportunity to go to Egypt and the Holy Land at a time when
news of kidnapping and shooting of tourists permeated the news.
Needless to say, this
paralyzed my enthusiasm to travel.
My friend, Pethia, who was
arranging the trip for our church group, tried her best
to talk me rolex replica into going but I was very reluctant. She finally said ?
andice, you disturbing my peace --where is your faith?
She was right! So, I made out my will and I went.
At that time, TV footage
of O.J. Simpson, former football hero and celebrity, fleeing from
police in his now famous white Bronco, heading south to the Mexican
border, played over and over again. His ex-wife, Nicole Simpson, had
just been brutally murdered and he was the number one suspect. The
ordeal made worldwide coverage so there was no escaping it even when
we landed in Cairo.
On our tour, we were a
very diversified group representing all races and faiths from around
the country and replica watches we were cautious and respectful to hold back our
assumptions and judgments of his guilt or innocence. However, you
could feel the underlying tension in the air.
On our first day, we were cruising up the Nile
River, the breeze baked by the sun
to over 100 degrees did not diminish our enthusiasm as the view from
the ship was breathtaking. It
was like time stood still along the fertile banks. People were
living as they did thousands of years
ago; still riding donkeys, pulling water from the Nile
to irrigate their crops while elegant, white cranes gracefully
swooped and glided over the
As the day progressed, I moved to the starboard side
of the top deck all the better to take in the panoramic view. The
boat slowed as we headed into Aswan. The heat of the day was
now cooled by a gentle breeze while the soon to be setting sun
lit up a beautiful amber sky.
Off in the distance, I began to hear an unfamiliar
yet alluring sound. The sound
grew louder and louder as we began to dock and by now, I was totally
mesmerized by it. Like Pied Piper had
beckoned, I was drawn to the other side of the boat.
As the sound continued, I found myself against the railing in
between two female
African-American Muslims from our tour group dressed in their
colorful, traditional garments. We couldn have been more
different. We were drawn together by this ancient sound, which later
I learned was the all to Prayer? It wasn important
whether I understood the words ?it was only important that I was
I looked to my right and met the eyes of one of the
women who, at that precise moment,
was looking back at me. It seemed as if a beam of light and
wonderment connected us. I then turned to my left and met the eyes
of the other who was also looking at me in a similar fashion. The
three of us, together, were experiencing the same moment. We were
standing on the edge of magic, our souls connected by sound,
light and unconditional love. It was instantly clear to me that
there was no separation between us and regardless of what evidence
is displayed throughout the world, the truth is -- we
are all one!
There is a saying, of myself, can do nothing.
It the Father within that doeth the work? I believe that this
higher power used uk replica watches me as a conduit to pay tribute to this sacred
moment by writing a song entitled amastae? which means he
God in me sees the God in you.?nbsp; May it message bless and inspire you!
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