Here it is, part II of the spiritual experience in Jamaica. If you haven't read part I yet, I recommend scrolling down just a little bit to see how this story starts.
As we continued down the river on our bamboo raft, things started to get even more magical. The way the light looks in this photo is an accurate reflection of how the experience felt. Lennox kept giving us more tidbits of wisdom and sharing some stories about his daughter. At one point he pulled over the raft, climbed up a tree, and pulled down two beautiful flowers. The vibrant pink made your heart feel full and the smell was so fresh and sweet. He pulled some allspice leaves so that we could smell those as well.
We are taking it all in. Smelling the flowers and allspice leaves. Sipping our punch. Noticing every shade of green. Dipping our toes in the water. The water was surprisingly clear, you could see the sun dancing amongst the rocks. Lennox explained to us how the river was created by a volcano eruption and the majority of the rocks on the surface were flint stones. He smiles and tells us that he is going to get something very special for us. He pulls over the raft and starts digging out stones with his hands. He hops back on the raft and hands Jenni and I each a few pieces of flint stone. They are the most powerful stone that I have ever held. I am infinitely grateful. We grip the stones tight, feeling their vibrations and being mindful to not let them fall back into the river. These stones are so special and will forever be my most prized stone in my collection.
We express our gratitude for the stones and Lennox explains that he finds us very special and that he was happy we liked the stones, but that wasn't even the special gift. He paddles down the river a little more and pulls off to the side again. He insists that we can trust him and that he will leave our sight, but not to worry because he will come back. He didn't need to insist, we completely trusted him. We see him go under a barbed wire fence and disappear out of our sight.
Jenni stands in the river and I stay sitting on the bamboo raft. We are still holding our stones, still taking in every moment, understanding the beauty of where we were. Suddenly, an Rastafarian man with dreads down to his ankles comes around the bend on his raft. He is singing. "Don't worry... about a thing... 'cause every little thing is going to be alright..." I smile and I cry. I look at Jenni, she is smiling and crying too. We start laughing and crying together. This magical moment is in our DNA forever. I can still feel the sun, I can still hear his voice, and my heart recalls that exact magical feeling. It was a miracle. It showed me the potential of how amazing life can be once we start paying attention, staying in alignment, and having an open mind.
Lennox returns with handfuls of what looks like red seeds. He explains to us that these seeds are very special and they are used to make jewelry. He wanted us to have something to remember Jamaica by. As if there was anyway we could ever forget it.