Catching the Holy Ghost

Visions of the Holy Ghost

It was her faithful friend reminding her to make the effort to see him. Sick as she was, she prepared herself. At the gate the lady who offered a ride to her was a devoted catholic and wanted to catch it or part of it. In the car, they joked, she thought to herself, she's very ill, I will pray for her. At the church she met her faithful friend, a true believer of catching the Holy Ghost. They all sat together and watched as the sick hedged up to be healed by a man especially brought in for the service. And what she saw she pondered, could this be all a pretense? Do people really catch the Holy spirit?

She was there really to observe it, to see if seeing it could make her better. Then it was their turn. She just followed suit and prayed for the woman, the one with cancer, much sicker then her and too, her faithful friend. This was a gamble of pure faith, some caught the Spirit, others didn't. Their belief was that of the hand, the touch to the head, a judgment of truth. It did not happen, She felt sad for her, the lady, the lady who went to church a prayed, three times a week or more, a respected catholic, a pillar of devotion. It did not happen.

What she remembers, is falling back collapsing into the arms of the two helpers who stood behind her. She fell so far that they laid her on the floor. when she woke, she saw it, the Holy Ghost , it was to her a shadow, a cloud that hovered just above her and left her side. Struck with an emotion, orgasmic, blinding that she's never felt since her birth. There she felt, drunk with an overpowering sense of enlightenment.

What could she say? What could she tell them, a non believer, a non Catholic. How could it be? The ride back home, with tears in her eyes, what words could she describe her grief, her sorrow at her corporeal experience. So she kissed them both on the cheek. " You'll be healed"

Two lefts confronts genius

The Pan tuner and arranger, Two Lefts, so named because he always had his left hand in his pocket was invited to a pan yard to train some guys and introduce new songs he had composed. He got to the yard a bit early and saw some young men playing basketball not too far from the yard. He waited and waited, then he got a bit impatient and decided to spend his time going through scales and trying out some of what he planned to show his late arrivals.

After more than an hour, the person who invited him to the yard casually showed up. He was naturally incensed by then and said to the guy, “Boy, you have me waiting here for more dan ah hour, boy! Where dees people I suppose to see? ” The guy casually pointed to the basketball players and said that they were there all the time. A bit miffed, Two lefts introduced himself and decided because he was pissed, to ask them what they understood about pan. One of the players took his sticks from him and proceeded to copy precisely all that he had played while they were dribbling the ball on the court. He was so shocked that all he could sheepishly say was, ‘Fine, let’s get right into the song I am here to show all you.” True Story - Adele

Above: A Steelpan arranger airbrushed on the interior wall, located at the Smokey and Bunty bar in St. James, Trinidad, West Indies.

Article courtesy of Point of Departure