I’ve always been taken with the phrase, “For the love of God!” often followed by a frustrated or hyperbolic statement.
I’ve found it funny, frankly. Maybe due to mostly hearing it in a joking context. I wasn’t raised religiously. Sure, there was religion in fits and starts in our household, particularly around the major Christian holidays. There was always spirituality in some expression – words, being & music mostly. But Jesus Love? Bible verse recitations and regular prayer? No.
Intellectually I knew what people were alluding to in speaking of God’s love.
I’d experienced the Holy Spirit in splinters, particularly when I visited holy places. Even more so as I walked through nature or swam in oceans. I could imagine as I watched evangelical types on tv, writhing with the love of Jesus what that must feel like. My tendency was to connect more with the desire to experience it – in each person that it appeared to be touching. I wanted to know what it felt like to each person, not just me, to experience that love of Spirit. Not surprising then, that I now enjoy my life’s work as a psychic, medium and energy healer. Daily I commune with Spirit and move energy through me, move Spirit through me, as a channel for the healing of others.
As a Spirited professional I’ve experienced many, objectively cool and powerful moments involving many of the players in world religions. I’m blessed to be in right relations with me and my purpose. I’ve always viewed myself as a denizen of all religions and belonging to none. Imagine my surprise when, beginning 12 days before Christmas, a new relationship with Jesus began for me.
Some chaos upended our family 12 days before Christmas.
No one is hurt, that much I’ll say. What this set in motion though, has been profound for me. I witnessed in another, the power of forgiveness and compassion with a depth of love that was palpable. Profoundly so. Heart-openingly so. What occurred in me in that moment and for many days to follow was an experience of and a communing with Jesus. As I witnessed this level of forgiveness I felt him. The son of God, as the story goes. I saw him and felt his love. So I prayed at night and was blessed with his presence, in full apparition, in my bedroom. However, I faced some tough choices throughout the week and was guided by his love and enduring presence.
As I strengthened, his presence dissipated. Not for ego dominating over Spirit – but for less need of bolstering by this regular man who also happened to be a holy man. This is where it got hard. Going from feeling the heart-cracking open type of love – to a dimmer light. I began to chat with Christian friends. Have you felt Jesus? How was the experience for you? Have you experienced him showing up to pull you through and then moving along when you are standing strongly?
What I’ve found in these 12 days leading up to Christmas, through discussion and prayer, is that many people feel this love of Jesus on faith. Many go through their lives not necessarily seeing and feeling him as I did. They know and have faith in his healing power and depth-of-love…and that for them is enough. It seems I have experienced the fireworks version of Jesus’ love and for this I am grateful.
It’s brought new meaning to this season for me.
I’m grateful for a new knowing, of Love and Light. This won’t send me rushing into religion. I still choose to surf the goodness and lessons of all of them and dismiss the dogma. It will shift my knowing and stretch my compassion in loving ways. It strengthens my belief in all that is unseen and propels me deeper into my love of Spirit. It broadens my peace.
I wish you all deep peace, a knowing love and a bright light within you, during this season of holy days.