I am grateful, too, for the Native American flute music of R. Carlos Nakai. It sends me into a wonderful realm.
I'm grateful to be able to share this story culled from a book written by a former teacher of mine, Eknath Easwaran. Goes like this:
In ancient India, a king named Vipashchit breathed his last breath and journeyed to the afterlife.
He had been such a kind ruler, a model for all kings, that the devas in heaven were all anxious to set him up as their teacher and guide. When he reached his destination, he was welomed with smiles and embraces and even tears of gratitude.
Some time passed and Vipashchit settled down in satisfaction to his new life. Heaven, he remarked to one of his new companions, was a happier place than even he had ever dreamed it could be. "Heaven?" the man replied. "This isn't heaven, your majesty! This is hell. The people here are miserable. But in your presence their suffering turns to joy!"
Just then some heavenly messengers arrived with abject apologies; a terrible mistake had been made. "All of us in Heaven are waiting for you, O Great King," the said.
Vipashchit looked around and smiled. "I am staying here," he replied. "I have already found my heaven."