Song of Eve

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The Touch of the Masters Hand

“Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile; “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar”; then two!” “Only
two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three..” But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust
from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody
pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.”

Last night, I was once again privileged to learn from my teacher & mentor, Dr. Bruce Berkowsky. The subject of the class was how to potentize a blend of essential oils by the use of his magical protocol called Spiritual PhytoEssencing. The blend that was the subject of our class is called Song of Eve.

A potentized blend carries the spark (the essence) of the essential oils blend after the physical elements of the actual blend have been stripped away.

“In order to reach the essence of the fruit…we must relate to its innermost aspects, its spiritual dimension. This dimension is called the Godly spark of the object…Each and every object has its Godly dimension, which is the reality revealed when the material aspect is stripped away.”
— Rabbi Yechiel Bar Lev

 Here’s a video that beautifully demonstrates how water has memory. It’s similar to the potentizing effect that we are utilizing in Spiritual PhytoEssencing.

I want to share a story of another Eve that I remembered during last night’s class. Years ago, there was an old violin maker and his wife that owned The Violin Specialty Shop on Lemmon Avenue in Dallas. His name was Earnest Lindsay. His wife’s name was Thelma.

When I was in high school, I used to go play violin for them and spend time with them. He was a paraplegic and didn’t get out too often.

There were violins hanging on the north wall of the shop. Mr. Lindsay would let me play any violin I chose except for one: Miss Eve. Miss Eve was made as a gift to another young lady who would frequent his shop. She was a young Jewish girl named Eve. She also would play the violin for them. Apparently, Eve fell in love with a Muslim man when she went to school at a nearby University (the same University where I got my degree, coincidentally), married him and disconnected herself from her family and friends 100%.

Mr. Lindsay was heartbroken. He would only let us (I brought friends along to play for him sometimes) play Miss Eve occasionally, to keep the violin from deteriorating. He once told me that he was always hoping that she would come back to play it someday.

What happened to Mr. Lindsay? He passed away from a heart attack. The last time I saw him he was at the hospital. He didn’t want me to see him in that condition and he rushed me away. I never forgot him. He loved the Mountains.

What happened to “Miss Eve”? – an old preacher named Bob inherited Miss Eve when Mrs. Lindsay passed away. I don’t remember his last name. He was one of the people that used to come and watch over the couple.

I once tried to find Eve on campus. I started asking around about her. One day, an Immam came up to me and asked me why I was looking for Eve. He instructed me that she is married and has a new way of life and as such she is not allowed to have contact with anyone associated with her past. He warned me to stop trying to find her because she did not want to be found.

I remember Mr. Lindsay telling me how her Mom and family were heartbroken when she “disappeared”.

Last night, I couldn’t help but feel that the blend, Song of Eve, can help to heal the soul of all those affected by her story.

Once again, I am blessed beyond measure that Dr. Berkowsky has created such an amazing protocol and I thank him for bringing us this amazing gift.

One last thought:

On the back of his business card, Mr. Lindsay had an excerpt of this poem:

The Touch of the Masters Hand

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile; “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar”; then two!” “Only
two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three..” But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust
from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody
pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
said; “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make
it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and
gone,” said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not
quite understand what changed its worth.” Swift came the reply: “The touch
of a master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A
“mess of pottage,” a glass of wine; a game – and he travels on. “He is
going” once, and “going twice, He’s going and almost gone.” But the Master
comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul
and the change that’s wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.

-Myra ‘Brooks’ Welch

2 Responses to Song of Eve

  1. HELLO RUTHIE, I AM ALSO IN DR B’S CLASS. IM STARTING MY 3RD YEAR AND OUT OF 100 OR SO STUDENTS I DO NOT KNOW ANYONE. I JUST TYPED IN SONG OF EVE BECAUSE IVE BEEN PLAYING WITH THE POTENTIZED DILUTION, AND I JUST FINISHED MAKING ONE FOR MYSELF CALLED “MY BEAUTIFUL HEART”.

    I WOULD LOVE TO CONNECT WITH YOU REGARDING OUR SCHOOL WORK AND OUR AMAZING MENTOR/TEACHER.

    YOU SEE MY EMAIL AND I AM ON FACEBOOK..SHARON BYORICK BIBB.

    I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU.

    SHARA

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