My formative years were spent in the Province of British Columbia in the Kootenay Lake district where mountains, rivers, lakes and streams made my relationship with Mother Nature my way of life. On reflection, these were idyllic days about which poets write.
Inspired by my high-school music teacher, I began studying instrumental music by developing performance skills on the clarinet and saxophone and, early on, set my goal to become a teacher of instrumental music. I eventually made my way east, graduated from the Faculty of Music, University of Toronto and taught high-school music for nine years. My first and only job interview was for that first teaching position. From then on I was in the right place at the right time and for the next thirty-two years taught at my alma mater and retired from it as Associate Dean overseeing the very active divisions of music education, performance and opera.
Life can present challenges that threaten our very existence. I count five of these occurrences where situations arose that could easily have lead to my demise. In each case help came from somewhere beyond the normal events and cures. It is my opinion that these were divine interventions, two of which presented visual evidence of spiritual nature and it seemed to me that I was being saved for some future purpose.
The reality is that I am eighty years of age, suffering from chronic COPD and everything in my life moves at a snail’s pace. I reflect on a successful teaching career, a family life that was interesting and productive, leisure time that was invested in fishing, golf, skiing and examining and adjudicating music performance in Canada and the United States, plus some art works and poetry.
On New Year’s Eve 2014, an event occurred which would change direction in my life. The phone rang. It was a friend phoning to wish me well but all she got from me was a sputtering and gasping for air. She called 911 and I spent the next six days recovering from a poisonous substance that I had used to clean my CPAP machine.
She visited me often and we talked of many things, among them Higher Self Yoga, a spiritual discipline which had virtually saved her life. I felt that this might be the answer to my questions about the divine interventions and from then on I have been an eager and dedicated follower of the principles of Higher Self Yoga.
I am inspired by those in HSY who have twenty to forty years of spiritual work and have reached a peak-level of high achievement. I, on the other hand, have only been to a handful of classes and a week-long retreat where I witnessed participants who were able to see deep into the souls of others at a similar level. I am nowhere near this but hope that, in pursuit of this wonderful teaching, I will prepare myself for a meaningful existence in a future life.
My attitude has become optimistic since working with the meditation, writing and exercises in HYS and I have a new way of living with a new lease on life. I wait for the solutions to the mysteries of those five divine interventions that happened early in my life.