Communion

In March 1972 the Presence of God came upon me through a series of subjective experiences (visions, dreams, insights, raptures, voices).

Thus countless times over the years, usually when in a very receptive state of meditation, contemplation or upon waking early in the morning and just resting there, letting be, and, sometimes, even while dreaming, the Presence reveals through me the most marvelous insights into the human psyche and spirit. Yet it is the Presence, not myself as ego, who makes everything crystal clear to my mind, as to be transparent, filling my heart with understanding Awareness (Love of God).

For example, in one of the more significant dreams of March 1972, I was being married to the spirit of Christ. The spirit was conveyed to me in the image of a woman dressed completely in white, symbolizing purity of heart. Jesus was there as best man, standing in front of God, who had no image (form). But it seemed to me that Jesus was an open portal representing Jehovah, the Godhead, whose Depth went into infinity.

I remember feeling great joy in what was taking place. The spirit of Christ was not somebody else, but my interior being. I knew for the first time in my life that we are spirit, and that all life was sacred. This may have been a dream...but what it was saying to me was more real than anything I had ever known before.

After taking our wedding vows, I kissed my new bride, and instantaneously realized my head was open to the heavens! Energy just seemed to pour into me from everywhere! In my astonishment, Jesus stepped forward and handed me a wedding present. It was a holy book. In fact, too holy for me to hold onto, and it fell through my hands into a pit of vipers--breaking into countless pieces. I was paralyzed. But my new bride said: "Fear not!" And jumped into the pit totally unafraid. Then, without being harmed by any of the vipers, she retrieved every piece and handed them to me as I lifted her up out of the pit. Subsequently, she told me that she would help me put all the pieces back together again.

When I awoke the next morning there were two things I was immediately aware of: the Presence (comforter) located in my forehead between the eyes and an overwhelming urge to write poetry. I quickly took pen to paper, and as I sat there without a clue as to what I would write, the poetry just poured out of me in a great rush of creativity. But the verses came in pieces, much like a giant cosmic zigsaw puzzle. So, during the next nine months, under the influence of the Presence, I continued to experience these creative rushes and penned the rough draft of The Heart Speaks (it would take 33 years to put all the pieces together).

Now a few days later, I was lying on my bed meditating on a point of light when suddenly the light, like the sun, began to descend! I was transfixed! As the sun came closer, it filled the room with light, almost blinding me. Yet the light was alive, and spoke to me: "I am in you and you are in me and we are in spirit; we are Christ Jesus!" The interpretation of this was immediate: Christ meant God and Jesus mankind, and the name meant God in man. But the interior heat of this experience was too much for me to bear. I was greatly afraid I would perish, and cried out: "I can't take the heat! Draw back! It's too much!" The sun began to ascend again, and I was relieved of the pressure...but not of the message.

As many such insights have come to me in conscious streams of energy over the years, I have done my best to articulate them in my writing and conversation and in the manner in which I live my life on this planet. The spiritual path I follow has chosen me as much as I have chosen it. Such is my rationale for living, even for speaking out on the subject of our spirituality or universal Humanity (One Adam). I have been blessed by God, our innermost Being, and I know it. So I give my witness and let the cards (events) fall as they may; for I know from personal experience that the Love of God conquers all!

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