I
used to tell people to see Hawaii before they die, now I say visit Norway. The country is so clean that I felt as if a
Disney crew had travelled right ahead of me.
Pristine water, no litter, clean bathrooms and restaurants and polite
fresh faced Norwegians who all spoke English.
My
top favorites were the waterfalls, fjords and my experiences at the fantastic
Alexandra Hotel in Loen. I could gush on
and on about the hotel swimming pools, the majestic mountain view, the
incredible food, or playing a Petrof grand piano in the lounge, but the best
part came from The Voice. I feel sort of
crazy talking about it, but I have always heard what I call a psychic
voice. The voice is male and sort of booms
with strength. After my swim and a
shower at the Alexandra Hotel, I watched BBC in my room. I was just not ready to join the lovely group
of tour friends I saw on the bus every day.
The
Voice boomed at me. Go downstairs at
6:30 and you will have a spiritual experience, it said.
Even
after all these years of knowing I should pay attention, I ignored it. The Voice repeated the instructions so off I
went.
A
man in a monk’s robe strolled into the lounge, followed by 28 boys in like garb. They sang a requiem like angels in three part
harmony. The tears rolled down my
cheeks. My heart oozed happy. My life felt complete. The music was as beautiful as the
children.
Maybe
you don’t hear The Voice, but I know you can seek out music and children. Both will inspire a spiritual experience.
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