When my mother was in a nursing home in New London, Connecticut, she would tell me about the native American spirits that visited her there. She said that there were three of them, an older gentleman and a woman with an infant. They were accompanied by a large white dog.
Last night I was visited by the spirit of Rev. Sampson Occom. Please look him up on wikipedia. This learned man died in 1792. He was a Mohegan Indian from the New London, CT area. He presented a wonderful lesson on the positive and negative aspects of stoicism. Like all my lessons lately, it was done in rich living color. At the end of the lesson he insisted that I remember occom. He said it over and over so that as I awoke I was saying it out loud. It was 3am. I took my little flashlight and got my dictionary out to look up occom. I was not sure what occom was. I did not know it was his name. No luck in the dictionary. So, this morning, at a reasonable time, I googled occom and found the Rev. Professor. Its great to know that those in charge of my spiritual education can find such talented people to help me. It is also nice to do this in my sleep.
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