Prologue
“This earthly world is a place of spiritual training for the soul, and therefore spiritual development is the purpose and meaning of life,” so I’ve been told. Supposedly God, the Great Spirit, or whatever created the universe, proceeded with the objectives of progress and harmony, and instituted the guidelines for the evolution of the human soul. An old acquaintance of mine once related that the system of reincarnation between this world and the spirit world exists, so that we can cultivate infinite experience, gain enlightenment and ascend to the highest spiritual level. He also said that the core of the spiritual body through spiritual sight when the mind is in its original state, is located at the center of the soul. This philosophy is shared by Christians, Native Americans, Buddhists, Hindu, and probably most all religions. Different areas of the mind define emotion, intellect and reason. The mind is the center of the soul and it possesses the same qualities as the spirit. It contains attributes such as love, compassion and the internal quest to understand the true nature and essence our eternal existence.
Well I don’t know if there is a divine essence that develops spirituality and enlightenment, however I believe something is out there in the vast space we call the great beyond, and that this higher intelligence designs and possibly designates our lives here on Earth. But think about it. What if this superior intelligence likes to play with us by throwing a few rocks into the primordial soup of human existence, just as a lark? A lark besides being a song bird, means a brief but daring departure from routine, a flight of fancy, a bit of fun, or a cosmic joke. The generally provincial tone of this definition fits well within the enigma of The Red Lark Café.
An anomaly is referred to as a deviation from the common rule or arrangement. It’s an abnormality or a peculiarity of sorts…a glitch, a fault in the time-line, or a mysterious intervention. Yeah I buy it because it happened to me, occurring through some phenomenal or spiritual interaction.
I am going to tell you my story and what transpired inside a remote café in a little town in East Tennessee. You can believe me, think I’m crazy, or regard it as a practical joke. Because you see my friends, it not only happened to me, but to others at different times and in different places, according to my acquaintance, the friend I mentioned earlier, Cherokee Charlie. This is what he presupposed.
“The Red Lark Café contains a portal, a passage, or an Oracle of some kind. It is a mystical, spiritual venue into another dimension, a time travel turnstile, or a dimensional gateway. It allows movement between certain points in time analogous to movement between different points in space.”
Now before you commit yourself to reading any further, I want you to consider this adage. A song is a lark, and life is a lark.In the beginning of both a song and a life there is creation. At the end there is confirmation. However it’s in the middle where perception and conception takes place.
Larks are known for singing in flight. According to Shakespeare’s Sonnet, “The lark at break of day arising, from sullen Earth, sings hymns at Heaven’s gate.” Okay maybe, but I know initially that they are indeed mystical guides, conductors of souls through the unfathomable dimensionsof time and space!
