Almost five years ago, a friend of mine and I went to see Paul McCartney in concert in New York City. While there, we decided to visit the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Annex. It contained an exhibit about John Lennon designed by Yoko Ono. The exhibit itself really moved me. It was altering.
The exhibit contained a collection of personal items and photographs. It was pretty amazing to experience them up close. My experience came to a grinding halt towards the end of the exhibit. Behind glass was a bag full of the bloody clothes Lennon had on the night he was murdered. I cried. To stand there, in that space and energy, and see something that horrific just changed me, humbled me, altered me. I cannot even begin to explain everything I experienced, especially energetically.
Suddenly, this was more than a nice journey through some musician's life. A man was murdered, and that bag contained not only evidence of that crime, but the energy of last moments he spent on earth. The lesson for me was very clear: it doesn't matter who you are in life: a king, a queen, a secretary, a janitor or even a Beatle, the bottom line is that we're all one. In the end, no one is above anyone else. It affected me profoundly on deep levels.
Not long ago, I was in process of cleaning and I found a bag full of posters. Most of them were Beatles posters that once hung on one of my walls in some place where I resided; some were University of Kentucky posters left over from my collegiate days. But, there was one poster all wrapped up in brown paper and I didn't know what it was. I opened itand I immediately realized where it was from. I'd forgotten that I bought a poster at the Annex. It wasn't so much because it was a poster that had John Lennon on it, but it was a reminder of the lessons I learned on that trip to NYC. I unrolled it completely and just sat there for a few minutes, in remembrance.
I pulled the brown paper off completely and something fell out onto the floor. I started to cry just as soon as I picked it up and looked at it. I had no idea it was there, I'd never unwrapped the poster before. But, there was a small note inside: "I love you Boo... muah"
Now, I realize that this was probably some kid that worked at the Annex who wrote this little note before wrapping up the poster. But, there is no such thing as coincidence. I think it's more like the Universe saying, "Hey Boo, I love you. Just thought I'd remind you in a really awesome way. Oh, and by the way, remember those lessons you learned about a few years ago? Keep them in mind; they'll be around again. Kisses! Peace out!"
If the major lesson that I learned from my RRHOF Annex experience was that we're all human, we all come from One, and it doesn't matter who we are as long as we learn and grow and walk our paths--then I got that one. It's also really nice to receive a reminder of Divine Love every now and then; even if it is wrapped in a John Lennon poster