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.
The orb photos from Shrine of St. Thérèse were as unpretentious as the shrine itself. Such is the nature of spirit: its greatest gifts are not always obvious. The small beach-stone chapel hid within a thick rain forest enclave on a little island, nearly invisible to the casual passerby. But few people passed by here, on the outskirts of Juneau. We were probably the only non-Juneaites within 30 miles on this, the final day of the Alaskan tourist season. Despite the deeply mystical air of this lovely garden paradise, thoughts of orbs were not on my 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.
“Evil is a lie. Only the Good is real.”
I am the only person I know who believes evil is a lie. Correction. My soul also believes this. In fact it was she who initially informed me. Early on in my journey, shortly after I met my soul, she compared us to a horse and rider. I’m the horse. My job is to carry my Beloved safely home, without fear, to the earthly kingdom prepared for us since the creation of the world.
Her imagery was wonderfully compelling. And utterly terrifying.
Did you know that the Holy Spirit is a feminine entity? She is God’s spirit, Father’s wife, and my perfect Mother. It’s helpful to know that heaven is not populated entirely by masculine energies. Long ago, in ancient Rome, the pronouns used in Hebrew and Aramaic texts to describe God and the beings of heaven got changed. When the Scriptures were translated to Greek, the Holy Spirit and many of the angels became neuter. When the Church translated the Greek text to Latin, Mother became a “man.” Thus, for over 1,600 years, western Christians have had two male Parents. The irony? This radical idea originated in Holy Rome.
“This fundamental point, traditionally obscured in scriptural translation and largely ignored by commentators, clearly has the most far-reaching theological implications.”
T.P. Brown: The Maternal Spirit
My rather unsettling journey into chaos raises an important truth. Those seeking spiritual wisdom need only ask God for help. When I did so, 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?
To find the life God intended for you, find your soul. Your soul is none other than that “perfect someone” you’ve been longing for all of your life. When you make a conscious effort to create a loving bond with your inner spirit, a sacred space forms. You’re less concerned with conflict and daily drama. You feel much more peaceful, and life seems to flow more smoothly. Better still, when you find your soul you’ll receive unlimited spiritual help, love, and healing directly from God.
You have just been called. You chose to read this article, which means that your loving soul is asking you to say “hello.” In this moment, your perfect companion eagerly invites you to unite with him or her—and accept the blissful life the two of you were destined to live.
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
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.