For those of you familiar with my blog you could probably guess that the Kirbmos is a binding, metaphysical, and ubiquitous power found on, in, and around Planet Kirby. In practical terms, some people might call it a sixth sense, an intuition or a feeling. The origins of the Kirbmos go back into my childhood.
The first manifestation occurred when my father was a patient at John's Hopkins hospital recovering from open heart surgery back in the 1960's. A few days after his operation, he flat-lined in the middle of the night and for all intents and purposes was dead. The team of doctors and nurses worked on him for several minutes and finally got his heart to beat again. The next morning the hospital called my mother to update her on my father's condition and told her what had happened during the night. She asked what time the near death incident occurred and then turned and looked at me. You see, at exactly the same time my father flat-lined, I woke up screaming that I didn't want my dad to die and that I didn't want God to take him. My mother was convinced that my dad and I were connected on some higher plane.
My wife will attest that over the years I have turned to her many times and said, "I sense a disturbance in the Kirbmos." It might not be until many days later that we learn that there was an accident or an incident that affected the life of someone in my family or one of my friends. Over the years I have learned to pray for an individual when I sense a disturbance and then their name comes flooding into my mind. You see, I believe that most of who and what we are takes place in our subconscious, rather than, our conscious mind. It is when we take time to be still before God that He allows us to connect with one another on a higher level.
Some people reading this have gotten emails, messages or phone calls from me telling them that "they had been on my mind" and that I had been praying for them. Sometimes the response is uncanny. They will say that they had been facing a difficult situation or in one case they had been contemplating suicide but had felt an overpowering sense of love in their life and sought counselling.
Back in December, I once again told my wife how I sensed a disturbance in the Kirbmos. It related to a friend of mine that I had worked with many years ago. I told her it was unlike any feeling I had experienced in the past. It left me shaken. I prayed but it felt useless. I learned several days later that my friend had died in a terrible skiing accident on the day that I sensed the disturbance.
Yesterday, during my meditation, I once again sensed a terrible disturbance in the Kirbmos. As I prayed for understanding, God brought the name and face of a dear friend into my mind. I was unsure how to pray, however, I just continued to ask God to provide and protect my friend. Today I learned that he had been admitted to the hospital with an irregular heartbeat.
I have learned over the years how to be quiet before God. I think praying is not so much about speaking as it is listening. It is during those quiet times that I have felt the spirit of God directing me as to how I should pray. I like to have fun calling it the Kirbmos; but I really know it is just God speaking to me in a quiet voice. I wonder how much we miss out on because we would rather speak to God than let Him speak to us.
Glad to hear you are doing well, Brother Tim. I love you.
Be Well.
Bill
