Inside the Mind of a Trans(cendent) Artist

It was a warm, rainy, December night in San Francisco. During a lull in the rain, I was taking a break from providing tech services for a client, strolling across a mostly empty parking lot, pondering something, in intimate conversation with Spirit. As I stepped over a worm that had made its way 1/3 the way across the parting lot, Spirit said, “Pick that worm up, and take it back to the soil” that was along one side of the lot. As I continued walking, I thought, “That may have been me. It was just a worm.” Ugh-ugh; nooooo—Spirit wasn’t having’ it!! With clear seriousness, She said, “Go – Back, – Pick – Up – The Worm – And – Take – That – Worm – To – The Dirt!!” When God speaks like that, a certain feeling comes with whatever the message may be, that compels the listener to say, “Abort!” to whatever she, or he may be preoccupied with at the time, and immediately get with the Divine Program; which is what I did.

Immediately, I stopped, turned around, and went back to find the worm. It was not easy to find either! After a couple of minutes, I found it, then located a flimsy, but adequate piece of straw with which I could pick it up. Carefully, I picked it up, and, with it hanging on a part of the straw that was nearly about to bend downward, I slowly walked toward the fence that ran along the side of the parking lot that was closest to me.

The fence was basic chain link, with plastic slats vertically woven through the holes, somewhat like pickets. When I reached the fence, I was going to simply place the worm on a sliver of dirt at the base of the fence. But, Spirit said, “No; put it on the OTHer side of the fence!” The straw was too flimsy for me to use it to flip the worm over, or through the fence. I wasn’t going to hold it, and toss it over. So, I carefully put the straw between two of the pickets, just to see if I could use it, (against practically all odds), to leverage the worm to the hill, immediately beyond the fence. When I withdrew the straw, the worm stuck to one of the slats. That made it easy for me to gently flick it into the dirt, and grass beyond.

As I returned to my stroll, I asked Spirit why that particular worm was soooooo important. She said, [paraphrased], “There is a child who has cancer. He is going reach the point where he may choose to give up hope, and die. The worm feeds the bird, so the bird has the energy it needs to be outside that child’s window, singing, instead of looking for other food. He needs a bird to sing to him; its song will elevate his hope, and he will choose to live. …He has something for all human civilization, and he must not die!” I thought,“That makes sense!”, and pondered that answer as I walked the 50-60 yards back to the entrance of the building to which the parking lot belonged.

Several hours later, circa an hour after dawn, I was out walking in the parking lot, again, deeply pondering how to facilitate major disaster recovery, [from a computer crash]. Certainly, I was not being mindful. On the fence, near the building’s entrance, a bird sat, repeatedly singing a simple, bright, piercing song; as though it was trying to get my attention. For me, the song was way in the background, however, as I neared the building entrance again, I became fully conscious of the bird being there. I greeted it, and shortly after I did, it jumped up, and gracefully glided along the top of the fence, until it reached the spot where I had flicked the worm. There, it looked around, and disappeared on the other side of the fence.

eat-worms3Now, I can’t say that it was the bird God intended to send to the boy, BUT…
I think that particular bird having breakfast is why God was so remarkably insistent on my getting that worm to the other side of the fence.

THAT was a FAT, juicy worm;
the worm that saved a child’s life!


Written by Alyras
Copyright 2016. All rights reserved


“His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me!” are words from a song that is well known in African American churches. It is based on the following scriptures.

“Do not fear those who kill the body but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”

~ Yésus Hristo/Jesus Christ
The Gospel of Matthew 10:28-31

God cares so much about that little boy, that His Spirit had someone from the top of the food chain take a creature from the bottom of the food chain to where a bird could eat it, so the bird would be where it needed to be, with song–a strong, worm-fueled song. Considering how clear, and penetrating that bird’s song was, [if it IS, in fact, “the chosen one”, I am deeply honored to have participated in greatly advancing human civilization by doing such a simple act for God.

Here is one rendition of the song:





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