A Higher, Guiding Inner Voice

Porch of the tomb shrine of Avatar Meher Baba, India

Meher Baba said, “I am never silent. I speak eternally. The voice that is heard deep within the soul is My voice—the voice of inspiration, of intuition, of guidance. To those who are receptive to this voice, I speak.”*

1990, June, Longmeadow. Two months after I’d stopped anti-depressants, an inner voice spoke for the first time,

My cup runneth over

. Surprised—I accepted its reassurance.

1990, October. After

A Course in Miracles

meeting, an inner voice said,

I like you,

but I didn’t like this man

.

As I told him, he leaped up, revealing, “I have always loved you.”

2003, December, Meherabad. Facing a permanent separation from the man who brought me to Meher Baba, I sobbed as a mandali, a disciple, (in her eighties) comforted me. Later I heard,

Child, I have taken you on my lap and comforted you, as you deserve, and now you are fine.

2013, April, the Boston Marathon. That morning, I uncharacteristically put Meher Baba’s photo in my pocket. Our family moved through crowds as two explosions sounded, followed by sirens, fifty minutes after my daughter had finished. My brother: “This is serious.” Me: My inner voice says,

You have to get out of the city. You’ll be fine, but you have to get out of the city—now!

 Subways closed. We walked miles to a train—unnerved but safe.

My realization is, “There is spiritual writing that may awaken us to what we have experienced but not understood for its source.”

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