Sunday, August 17, 2008

White Light of Christ Consciousness

In 1980, something happened to me that changed my life. I was living in Hawaii at the time. I had been married for eight years and I had a beautiful little boy, age three. I thought my life couldn’t get much better. I had many blessings. I was living very close to nature, digging in the dirt and creating a vibrant garden on the land that surrounded our home. And my home was located on the North Shore of Oahu, a place filled with awe-inspiring majesty and daring young people who surfed the waves.

But I was also beginning to experience some of the phenomenon that has stayed with me throughout most of my adult life. After my son was born, I became aware of my astral body for the first time. These early out of body experiences didn’t come about through meditation or active seeking. I was not practicing any kind of religion at the time. The little green surfer shack where we first lived in Sunset Beach, just steps from the beach, was “haunted.” And an annoying disembodied spirit was disturbing my sleep, taunting me and hovering too close to my newborn son who slept in a crib beside me. My maternal instincts were aroused, and so I left my body to deal with him. After we left this initial home on the point at Sunset, we moved into a new home a couple of streets away, the one where I turned a vacant yard into a colorful garden. And I had another out of body there, this time in response to an inquisitive astral who, while harmless, was nonetheless, watching my son too closely for my comfort level. As I re-entered my physical body, it raised up off the bed, like it had been touched by a small jolt of electricity. This experience opened up the door to questions about energy, substance, what we're really made of. After consulting with my mother, a medium whose abilities I had run from as a child, I was able to send these spirits away, "to Jesus."

Despite these startling experiences with the astral world, I was quite content. And, of course, no one else in the household was sharing in this phenomenon. I was quite alone in this new awareness.

And then I was greeted by the white light of Christ Consciousness, Divine Love, while washing dishes. The sink where I washed dishes in the new house was located in a sort of alcove in the kitchen. Above the sink was a large window facing the side yard. I would stand there after serving my family dinner, handwashing the dishes, looking out the window, the warm water smoothing away any rough edges of the day, lost in my thoughts, and feeling very relaxed and blessed. One evening, a white light filled the window and a telepathic voice said to me, “Know that I am here and that I love you.” It wasn't a white light that one could see with the human eye, but with what we call the third eye. And it did not alarm me or cause me to act in any way. Two more consecutive evenings, the same white light filled the window and the same message was delivered. I simply absorbed this at the time, without alarm and without discussion to those around me. And somehow, I knew. It was the omnipresent spirit of Jesus Christ. The love was nothing like the love I had felt from those around me. It transcended every human emotion.

Eventually, quite casually, I shared what had happened to me with my husband and a younger brother. I knew their thoughts…Oh, there she goes. What a vivid imagination she has. Let’s humor her. “Well, how do you know it was Jesus? How do you know it wasn’t Buddha or some other religious figure?” I knew.

I did not immediately join the nearest Christian church. I simply stored the experience away, along with all of the other mysterious events of my life up until that time, and continued on with what I thought was a relatively trouble-free existence. "Know that I am here..." he had said...

Years later, I would read in the Bible the passage where Jesus says, “My sheep hear my voice and I know them, and they follow me.” How glad I was when I read this. Yes, I had recognized his spirit. And it would visit me again in California on the darkest day of my life. (See post 9/19/08)

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