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And So I Began To Listen.....................1

Updated on April 7, 2016

The Sweetener Experience

My whole experience of discerning communications with the Holy Spirit began one morning sometime in March 1997. As you read this, please consider that this hub is one of four parts that have to be read in totality in order to get the full benefit of the experiences.

I was preparing to do some voluntary teaching at an Adult Education Centre, ten minutes away from my home. I had put on a few stones and blamed it on drinking far too much tea than I should've - averaging thirteen cups a day. I then decided to substitute one of the two spoons of sugar I put in my tea for one tablet of Canderel sweetener.

Just as I was drinking the last drop of tea, one morning, before setting off for the Centre, I got a strong impression to put the little 2x2x1 container of Canderel in my pocket. Now I know some may say that was not the Holy Spirit but my intuition that was at play here, but please indulge me and read on. To this message I retorted rather audibly, that it was a ridiculous suggestion because I'd been to the Centre on a course and knew without a doubt that there was a steady supply of sugar, in the kitchen, for staff. For this reason, I did not see the need to take my sweetener with me.

I went on to argue that if for any reason, I was not allowed to make tea in the Centre and I was desperate and gagging for it, then I could go to any of the various cafes up and down the road from the Centre. Anyone watching me would have thought I was losing it- talking to no one present. In retrospect, surprisingly, I was unaware that I was talking back. It just came so naturally. To some this may appear somewhat scary and certifiably a recommendation for any psychiatric assessment.

Anyway off I went to the Centre to do the shadow teaching which was a requirement for the Post Graduate Certificate in Education course, I had intended to pursue. I arrived at 9.45am and was introduced to Tanya, the teacher I was to shadow. At 11am Tanya offered all of us tea. We gave her our orders. Mine was to be a strong cup of tea with milk and two spoons of sugar. She returned several minutes later, laden with the orders and handed them out. My mug of tea was the right colour and temperature and I was drooling at the sight of it. As I took the mug to my lips, Tanya said, 'Sorry guys, it is quite unusual but we have run out of sugar in the kitchen. I was gob smacked and almost spilt the piping hot tea on myself. Unbelievable! The cup looked like a perfect cup of tea. I could almost taste it. I bursted out laughing and when Tanya asked what was so funny I could not help myself but say that she should remind me to tell her a long story one day. I was in awe. I just sat there with my mouth open marvelling at what had just happened.

Need-less-to-say, for my chastisement, I drank the tea down without protesting. Anyone who knows me knows that I love sugar in my tea. Anything else and it would feel like being in purgatory. I could not believe what had just happened. Possible questions in my mind at the time were, how hard would it have been to carry the 2x2x1 sized Canderel as suggested by the Holy Spirit? Was this the Holy Spirit or what? What was the motive of the message? To listen and obey? But how would I know that I was not under some possession? I analysed that the message was not harming anyone least of all me. My argument for not taking the little container of Canderel showed just how little I knew. His wisdom came through to guide me for my own comfort and safety. Therein was the lesson and if I was not going to listen with regards to small things how would I develop the discipline and confidence to listen to guidance for the big, life threatening and important things?

On my way home, I realised that I had learnt another lesson, that all is not always as they seem. My knowledge of what a nice cup of tea looked and tasted like affected my perception of the mug of tea Tanya had given me. I apologised fervently to the Holy Spirit for being so obstinate and promised to listen and obey the next time such an advice was given. Little did I know of the profound experiences to occur over the next two weeks.

(An excerpt from Sighted But Blind by Marie Jean-Marie)


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    • Eiddwen profile image

      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      A wonderful share and here's to so many more by you.


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      ThussaysNanaMarie 5 years ago from In my oyster

      Thank you for stopping by Tamarajo. I think it is awesome to have such experiences and you will be surprised at how easily it comes to us.

      I learnt the hard way because of our conditioning.

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      Tamarajo 5 years ago

      I think we would all do well to listen to the promptings of the Holy Spirit. I do believe He is always speaking and leading if we will only pay attention and cooperate.

      A reminder to me today to seek Him at all times and in all situations.