On Monday, with a car loaded down, I settled myself into the middle of the seat, and proceeded to plug in my flashing light, and I jostled a dime that rolled perfectly into the cigarette lighter, which responded with a crackling sound.
The sound rang familiar, and I immediately knew that I had blown a fuse.
This one little fuse, also controlled my radio, and while I could dare drive without a flashing orange light, I didn’t want to be in a silent car.
I turned up the volume on the radio, praying that it wasn’t so, but all that came forth was white vacant noise, a loud sound of nothing.
Imagine the speakers still work, but they are standing separated from the instrument that uses them, a mouth with static and no words, or maybe no mind to form the words.
What occurred to me is that the radio is like the mind/ thoughts, the speakers like the mouth spilling forth what ever we tune in to.
I didn’t just miss the noise; I missed the message, the insightful thought provoking talk that I usually listen to. I missed the delightful music I hear when I select a certain channel.
So I spent 5 hours in a car with a silent radio, although for the first few miles I was speaking in utter disbelief that I had to go all day without tantalizing information and that I was to just simply ride along with the sounds of the car.
It took a while to for me to realize no one was going to entertain me on this ride that I had to entertain myself.
I became familiar with the sounds of the car, and near the end of the route, the wheels began making a squeaking sound, which then turned into a grinding sound, the sound of break pads wearing out.
I brought home this car with troubles, and yesterday took out the ‘backup mail car’, which I am so grateful we now own, for I had to work again.
This time all the features of the car worked, but the radio wasn’t hooked into the wide assortment of channels that satellite radio has.
There is a difference between local radio and what is offered on the satellite. Some choices are better and others are much worse.
You get to decide what it is you will listen to.
I have had the wonderful opportunity to tune into the Oprah and Friends channel, where she had wonderful authors and doctors on that delve into subjects I love learning about.
She now has mostly herself and past TV shows and a smaller variety of others, but still I always hear something that I hadn’t heard before.
Deepak Chopra has a show on Saturdays, and he interviews people and shares noted doctors and scientist, authors etc, all pondering life. Here too I am always hearing a new prospective, or at least thought provoking words, that keep me excited as I ride along.
Who knew that my learning could stop on a dime! That this one little dime could stop the flow of information to me!
I learned that our bodies are much like radios, our mouths like speakers, and I am not sure who decides what comes out of our mouths.
Can we exercise our minds, stretch them into new areas and become more like a satellite radio?
Maybe by asking the questions, “Who am I and what is my purpose?” or by simply being willing to ask questions, to observe and view life from a new point of view, we can change the amount of channels we have.
Perhaps we can look at our thoughts like different channels, how we can focus on the negative or we can focus on a better channel, or let it play out like a bad song.
How interesting to learn that we have voices/speakers, that we also have either a limited radio, or one that has volumes of interests, and that we are the ones with our hands on the knobs selecting what we want to hear/speak.
Imagine our mouths are speakers, we can either shout, or say wise things, curse or saying loving words, give direction or scream orders, sing wonderful songs or lament at life’s drama, oh the power of our mouths.
What I do know is that some people are locked into a very narrow station, with limiting beliefs and thoughts, so you will not hear variety coming forth from their speakers.
People are not so easily controlled as radios, and so far I haven’t seen an ‘off’ button.
What radio station are you hearing? What is coming from your speakers?
I love that I am the one who controls my speakers!
