I confess to stumbling a bit off the path of late. Mostly this was due to worldly concerns, which include but aren’t limited to sparring with buggy software, nonstop work day and night, and something of a financial surprise when it came time to buy a new Apple computer for my assistant, Elena. In order to remedy my issues, though my straights were not dire, I set about reclaiming my Father in heaven.
I’ve acquired many tips for kingdom seekers during the course of six years on the narrow road. Since August of 2011, I’ve been graced to experience a great deal of God’s love, wisdom, and glory. At the same time, my journey has brought me a lion’s share of unease, distress, and dismay. Don’t be put off. It’s all good in the end. Here I share some hard-earned truths and tips as I seek the keys to the kingdom of God.
Tips for Kingdom Seekers #1
Don’t trust what your church, me, or anyone else except Christ says about the kingdom of God.
These orb photos at Shrine of St. Thérèse, captured unawares, are just as silent and unusual as the little shrine itself. Such is the nature of spirit – God’s greatest gifts are not always so obvious. Set in Juneau, Alaska, cloaked within a rain forest enclave on a tiny island paradise, the shrine’s rustic beach-stone chapel is invisible to the casual passerby. But few people pass by here, beyond the outskirts of town.
Back in 2008, on the last day of the Alaskan tourist season, we were probably the only non-Juneaites within 30 miles. Despite a deeply mystical air that surrounded the lovely garden paradise, visions of orbs (or ghosts) had not come to mind.
Both the light and the black visited me last night. After working with Christ’s teachings at Thomas 11 for a year or so, visible clouds of light appear quite often when I am praying, resting, or making light inside my body. Cloud events are always joyous, never scary. Last night, however, after a moment of high spirited swirling and face teasing (normal light behavior) an immense, intimidating black thing burst into the group of frolicsome white clouds in my room.
My rather unsettling journey into chaos raises an important truth. Those who seek spiritual truth need only ask God for help. When I did, I also asked Father to show me the kingdom of God. I’m fairly sure that I didn’t say “kingdoms,” but that’s what I got. There exists an infinite number of kingdoms. Some are ruled by living beings, some by God, and at least one realm doesn’t seem to have a ruler.
That would be chaos. Imagine yourself cast adrift in a realm where thought does not exist. Whose name will you call on when you can’t remember your own?
I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it: “I know that you’re God’s pen because everything belongs to him,” I said. Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen seemed to know what to write. My memory of the day held missing time. So I stared into the virgin white page, decided to jot down whatever came to mind, and trust the rest to God’s pen. As I began to write, I had no idea that this would be the most important night of my life.
Our soul journey to Mother began one May afternoon when I asked my soul if we could travel. Can you take us somewhere? My eyes were closed to the daylight filling the room, but to me it seemed oddly dark. Black, in fact. Then blacker, and blacker still. I wasn’t scared, just excited. I’d witnessed this strange phenomenon a few times to date. Each time had brought with it the awesome presence and wisdom of the Holy Spirit.
While lounging there in my room with Abigalé (she’s my soul), I felt a gentle lurch. It seemed as though we were moving.