One Story and One Poem

Animals naturally notice and size each other up – is this a friend or an enemy, prey or threat, dominant or insignificant? We’ve kept some of that survival behavior and, although it wise to be aware of strangers, we often load up our noticing others with clouded judgment about what people are worth.
Here is one story and one poem about seeing clearly.

First, Bob Nunley’s story:
His father, C.L. (“Cap”) Nunley, was quite a storyteller in the mining camps of southern West Virginia during the 1930s. Bob Nunley retold one of those stories a few years ago in BRIDGES Magazine:

“One of Dad’s favorite stories was one he picked up from a friend of his who knew Edgar Cayce. Cayce was called “The Sleeping Prophet” because of his ability to give highly accurate psychic readings while in trance.

 According to Dad’s friend, Cayce was with a lady benefactor in downtown Detroit when they walked past a tramp resting on the sidewalk. 

‘What a horrible waste of a lifetime,’ she said in a voice loud enough to be heard by the tramp. Edgar was troubled by her comment but said nothing.

 Later that day he went into one of his deep meditations, checked the Akashic records on the tramp, and was astonished! Taking the risk of offending his benefactor, Edgar said, ‘How wrong we were in our assessment of the entity this morning.’
‘You mean that tramp?’ she inquired.

 He proceeded to tell her that the tramp was the most highly evolved soul either of them would ever meet in this lifetime. He explained that the tramp had completed not just one but two perfect life times, and twice had been offered the choice to turn into pure light for all eternity. Instead he had chosen to experience this life of great humility.

 Dad would end that story by observing, ’If we are that wrong about the tramp, what chance do we have of being right in our judging
of anybody else?’ ”

 And here is Dorothy Walter’s poem:

Sensitive Ears

The elderly and the infirm –
they have to be careful
or the traffic will run over them.
Often they are the ones
who carry the secret
in their vest pockets
but the others
don’t stop long enough
to listen.

There are books
that describe such matters
but these hurriers don’t read.

Beautiful music is playing
but they don’t care to hear it.
They prefer the din of the avenue,
the roar of the market floors.

Those with sensitive ears
know what I am talking about.
They live in quiet dwellings.
Often they wear worn clothes
and walk with a shuffle.
Yet they are the ones
who have found the treasure.


Bob Nunley (1931 – 2016) earned a PhD from the University of Michigan and for 45 years was a professor of Geography and Latin American Studies first at Wayne State University and then at the University of Kansas. He was also the guitar-playing timekeeper, a troubadour, at the Council Grove and ISSSEEM Conferences. BRIDGES Magazine was published by The International Society for the Study of Subtle Energies and Energy Medicine (ISSSEEM). Bob’s story is reprinted with permission.

Dorothy Walters wrote Gifts of the Serpent for the March 9, 2018 post –
She is the author of SOME KISS WE WANT: Poems Selected and New,
and UNMASKING THE ROSE: A Record of a Kundalini Initiation.
Her blog can be found at

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  1. Jack Stucki says:

    Outstanding! So well thought out and put together—thank you for your gifts–jack

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