Yes, I have seen God. When I was just 3 years old he came to me as I was
playing out in the side yard under a large oak tree. He told me in comparison
who I was, who he was to me, and to entire existence. That was more than 50
years ago. Today he is still the same to me. During my life walk his son joined
me on many occasions giving me scenes from my future of which have come to pass.
Once when I was a young mother of three in my twenties I came down with blood
poisoning and needed to be hospitalized as I was near death. My troubled abusive
spouse at the time would not let me be hospitalized. Instead he took me home.
The doctor put a paper in my cape pocket and told me to call my mother. When I
got home I asked my spouse to give my mother a call. She came over and all I can
remember was telling her to look in the pocket of my cape on the bed post and
her saying, “Oh My God!” More than a week later I awoke from what seemed to be
just a night and dream. I was surprised to see my mother on the couch with my 6
month old daughter.
 She was more surprised to see me up and speaking as I had
been out for more than a week, in which she had stayed by my side nursing me to
health and carrying out my duties to my home and children. She even carried me
to the hospital each day for intravenous and antibiotics. I told her I wanted a
shower. When I was finished she got me a cup of coffee. As we sat on the couch I
told her of what I dreamed. I dreamed I was walking with Jesus on a dirt road
with a dense but welcoming forest on all sides. We talked and walked and walked
and talked. There was such peace with him holding my small hand. He was dressed
in a flowing white robe. His feet were bare and eyes blue. When I looked into
his eyes I could see forever and ever no end. When we reached the end of the
road there was a barrier with a luminous light (brighter than anything
imaginable) flowing through it in small beams. Like the sun shines through the
early morning forest. But this light was so much more. I wanted to go with Jesus
to the other side with the light. He told me as he took a step up into the other
side that I could not go. He told me I had to go back my time was not yet. I did
not know where I had come from or what I was going back to, only that I had to
go back, which made me sad. During my walk with Jesus there was such peace
beyond all knowledge and understanding. When my mother told me of her long
journey of caring for me I was moved to tears as she exclaimed, “I wouldn’t let
you die!” I fell deathly ill on January 1, 1980.My life journey since has only drawn me closer to my God and existence. He answers prayers before I can ask them, when they are still just a thought. His wisdom surpasses all understanding. No one can tell me that there is no God for I have seen him and he is with me all ways. If you don’t see God or hear him trying seeking and listening. He is there, He knows all, HE forgives ALL. Corpus Christi |
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GOD
Letters (scroll down to see all of them)
George M. D.
When you get to telepath city
Being still and at peace I knew I was God as I in him and he in me. We are
one.
I connect heaven and earth.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
As you have done unto the least of these,
you have done unto me.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know
I have given them the glory you gave me,
so that they may be one, as we are one.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
Is it not written in your law, I said, ye are gods.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
Be Still and know that I am God.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
I and the Father are one.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
I in them and you in me,
that they may be brought to perfection as one.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
Your gift to me. I wish that where I am ,
they also may be with me.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
that they may see my glory that you gave me,
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know
you loved me before the foundation of the world
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
the love with which you loved me may be in them and I in them.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
It is written in your hearts and minds.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
Before we saw through a glass, darkly;
but now face to face:
now I know even
as also I am known.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
We love you and support your journey.
that they may be one just as we are.
And now abideth faith, hope, Love and charity.
Breathe deep, be at peace.
When you get to telepath city you will know.
Breathe deep, I am peace.
Breathe deep, I am peace.
Breathe deep, I am peace.
Your gift.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel joy now I know even
as also I am known.
Mission Control repeats this important bit of news: The Law of Karma has
been repealed
and the Law of Grace enacted to assist you in your manifestation of
divinity. All
debts have been forgiven and all court dates canceled. You are free to
proceed outside
the jurisdiction of karma and in the state of grace. The blessings of all
the Councils
go with you all.
TelePath City
We sat in a circle in many places around the world. The circle was Tp
Cities (TelePathCities),
villages, communities built by those who joined minds and built their homes
together.
The age of wonders and tribulations arrived with light triangles of prayer
full
connections. We were the survivors of planetary change sharing our stories
of connection
in the communities we built.
Telepath cities came to me in waking dreams as I reached out to the masters.
We
had become the first masters of the world we built first in our minds, than
in the
virtual worlds as we perfected and explored our best technologies and social
community
models.
Prayer in telepath cities was the gateway to communion with the greater
community.
Galactic community was other minds of this world and soon we learned of the
minds
and spirits from greater communities for in our fathers’ house are many
mansions.
"I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Counselor to be with
you forever--the
Spirit of truth."
I am thee and thee are me
and we are one
aching for the light of that burning sun
I am thee and thee are me
and we are one
reflecting light from a billion suns
I am thee and thee are me
and we are one
for we all come from the infinite sun.
A few years ago I was going through a troubled time and started to search for answers to questions about God. Then one day I was discussing some ideas about God with a friend and experienced anger bearing down on me after. It was apparent I was experiencing God’s anger at what I had just said. We soon shared empathy for each others situation. I felt that God was lonely, sad and very frustrated. Thoughts were shared as I asked questions and expressed how I felt. It is ok to express how you feel about God, God respects honesty. On one occasion I was asking why he felt the need to not only have people killed but to burn them to the stake too. Something I thought was an unnecessary evil. It was then that God decided to share something with me. I was overwhelmed by a sense of guilt so strong it had my whole abdomen rumbling. Straight away I new what it was and started to cry. I had been so blatant about how I felt, about how God has wronged mankind I did not realise he was trying so hard. He then told me he could not cry and that he could not even move. He is not only guilty but also suffers so much because of the suffering in the world that he is completely paralyzed. So if there is anything you can do to alleviate the suffering in the world He would greatly appreciate it if you did it. Because it is only these good things that keep Him going.
Yes, I have seen God. When I was just 3 years old he came to me as I was
playing out in the side yard under a large oak tree. He told me in comparison
who I was, who he was to me, and to entire existence. That was more than 50
years ago. Today he is still the same to me. During my life walk his son joined
me on many occasions giving me scenes from my future of which have come to pass.
Once when I was a young mother of three in my twenties I came down with blood
poisoning and needed to be hospitalized as I was near death. My troubled abusive
spouse at the time would not let me be hospitalized. Instead he took me home.
The doctor put a paper in my cape pocket and told me to call my mother. When I
got home I asked my spouse to give my mother a call. She came over and all I can
remember was telling her to look in the pocket of my cape on the bed post and
her saying, “Oh My God!”
More than a week later I awoke from what seemed to be
just a night and dream. I was surprised to see my mother on the couch with my 6
month old daughter. She was more surprised to see me up and speaking as I had
been out for more than a week, in which she had stayed by my side nursing me to
health and carrying out my duties to my home and children. She even carried me
to the hospital each day for intravenous and antibiotics. I told her I wanted a
shower. When I was finished she got me a cup of coffee. As we sat on the couch I
told her of what I dreamed. I dreamed I was walking with Jesus on a dirt road
with a dense but welcoming forest on all sides. We talked and walked and walked
and talked. There was such peace with him holding my small hand. He was dressed
in a flowing white robe. His feet were bare and eyes blue. When I looked into
his eyes I could see forever and ever no end. When we reached the end of the
road there was a barrier with a luminous light (brighter than anything
imaginable) flowing through it in small beams. Like the sun shines through the
early morning forest. But this light was so much more. I wanted to go with Jesus
to the other side with the light. He told me as he took a step up into the other
side that I could not go. He told me I had to go back my time was not yet. I did
not know where I had come from or what I was going back to, only that I had to
go back, which made me sad. During my walk with Jesus there was such peace
beyond all knowledge and understanding. When my mother told me of her long
journey of caring for me I was moved to tears as she exclaimed, “I wouldn’t let
you die!” I fell deathly ill on January 1, 1980.
My life journey since has only drawn me closer to my God and existence. He
answers prayers before I can ask them, when they are still just a thought. His
wisdom surpasses all understanding. No one can tell me that there is no God for
I have seen him and he is with me all ways.
If you don’t see God or hear him trying seeking and listening. He is there, He
knows all, HE forgives ALL.
Corpus Christi
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This recently came to me, so to speak and the only thing I can do with it is share it with you. I hope you feel the same and pass it on.
A Glimpse Into The Eye Of God
by
GrimmJoke
1. The Eternal Paradox
Infinity equals zero.Nothing is infinite.Infinite is nothing.
Imagine a black hole, it has infinite mass as such it has infinite
gravity, even light cannot escape its pull. As a result of this the
physical
laws of the universe/reality no longer apply, as it's existence is a
paradox
i.e. an impossibility which negates or removes it from this
universe/reality. It in fact becomes a hole in space and in time.
The only impossibility is impossibility itself.
Nature abhors a vacuum and will fill it at every opportunity, fill
it with
everything even light. Hence the properties of black holes or
singularities.
A black hole is simply a particle of matter that has broken a
fundamental
law of existence: that the faster you go the heavier you become.
Until you
reach the speed of light. Once that barrier is broken you become
infinite,
and you are no longer a part of this universe/reality. You are a
paradox.
Accordingly the universe is NOT infinite. If it were phenomenon such
as a
black hole would not exist as they ARE infinite. To beings that
exist in
spacetime the universe appears infinite indeed but that cannot be
for as
1 >.9999999 ad infinitum and always will, this universe/reality will
one day
end.
Or will it?
Infinity negates both space and time, and time and space, as time is
space
and space is time.
Infinite is all the space in which to travel and all the time in
which to
do it. The only thing infinite in spacetime are the holes in it.
Holes into
which all matter is drawn or pushed into, as they are the paradox of
the
infinite. They are the vacuum of spacetime and into all of the
universe/reality goes. Not just matter, but the time in which it
exists is
drawn into infinity, for it, at least in this space and time is
NOTHING.
Nothing is impossible but impossibility itself. And into nothing all
will
go ........eventually.
But do not let this disturb or frighten you, for out of nothing came
everything, i.e. the Big Bang. Simply put, a black hole is a hole
from
spacetime into the infinite, the Big Bang a hole from which infinity
pours
spacetime.
The end of our universe/reality will occur when last bit of
spacetime
enters the infinite and only the holes remain, the last two meeting
and
joining at just over the speed of light which will create a paradox
and as a
result everything that went into these holes will come streaming out
and
ANOTHER universe will be born. This will definitely happen again,
the
existance of black holes in this universe/reality proves that, and
will
continue to happen as long as the paradox holds up. For if there is
a
universe/reality that is eternal it must be one that has no holes in
it.
Gravity is a function of matter interacting with spacetime, or
spacetime
interacting with matter if you prefer. All matter from the smallest
particle
(other than a black hole) to the largest galaxy, moves through
spacetime. It
can also be said that spacetime flows around matter.
The reason that we and everything else on this and other planets are
pulled
or pushed toward a point in its center is a physical manifestation
of this
interaction.
Matter in motion has gravity which is not a property of matter, but
its
existence in spacetime. The only thing that is not in motion is a
black
hole, as they are not a part of spacetime but a hole in it. If you
were to
observe two black holes that appeared to be moving toward each other
it
would in fact not be so. What you would see is the disappearance of
spacetime between them, into them. They would not move toward each
other but
eat the distance between each other. Black holes are stationary in
spacetime.
At sometime in the future they will all merge and join but only
after ALL
of spacetime is gone, and the speed that they will meet will be
infinite.
After that anything is possible, except impossibility itself.
But wait, if nothing is infinite and as such cannot exist in
spacetime then
what of God, something purported to be both eternal and infinite?
How can
something or someone like that exist in our universe/reality?
It cannot, except in our own imagination. God or the concept of
perfection
that it represents exists only in that realm, the realm of
consciousness. We
create (or re-create) God after God has created us. How else could
God
survive the trip through the white hole of the Big Bang, by the
reaching of
the conscious mind to the state of perfection, to the infinite.
We, beings of consciousness, are
but tiny pieces of that perfection in the process of creating (or
remembering) itself, the mind of God, and that our very existence is
due
only to the imagining of that mind of our existence. A mind that we
(all
conscious beings) are all a part of.
Our creation of God will in turn create us from God. Thus the circle
of
existence is complete.
It seems to me that all this fighting over the nature of God to be a
form
of consciousness-suicide, for the mind of the other you kill is a
part of
your own, connected by the infinite.
Death is only the returning of that part of the God/mind into
itself, and birth its return from the infinite. The only thing that
is
required of us is the incremental imagining of this perfection. All
life in
its myriad forms is a function of this God/mind remembering(if you
look at
it from the end) or creating (or from its beginning) itself.
So if you want to be a part of God I suggest that you close your
physical
eyes and open the inner one that God gave you and imagine that God
into
existence, so that after the last two holes become one, God can
imagine YOU.
But if God as we define it does not exist in the sense of something
infinite and eternal, then where does God exist in the physical
realm of
spacetime? The answer is NOWHERE, as the infinite cannot exist in
spacetime.
There is a point in which God CAN exist and that is within the
paradox.
In the moment before the Big Bang, the moment after the last two
black
holes collide there exists, in fact HAS to exist a moment in space
and in
time in which there is only....ONE.
Only one point in space and at only one time, and at that shortest
of
moments, in that tiniest of places God does in fact exist in the
physical
and the imagined.
For there and only there are all things possible...... even the
impossible.
Are all things infinite.
All things ARE.
Perfection made real.
Zero-point.
Nirvana.
Heaven.
God.
Nothing = Infinite.
And at that point in space, in that moment of time.......a black
hole in another God/minds reality.
Send questions and comments to Grimmjoke@gmail.com or GrimmJoke on AIM
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From Sahrin Topon
"Before" does not outstrip Him,
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I HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH In the year 1981 I had a near death experiance Where my spirit body
cameout ofthe body and let through a closed window in the hospital and up
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Iaven't actually "seen" God but I have felt him many times in my life.
I am have had many experiences of being
undeniably guided, assisted etc. Often times it is as though someone is
talking in my ear with warnings or directions. At other times it
is actual physical experiences of presence.
Once I was rushing to get onto a bus
which was full already and I was the last person in line. I was
physically held back by an unseen force. The bus driver just sat looking
at me and I stood there staring at him, unable to move. He looked back
toward the people standing in the aisle realising the bus was
overcrowded and was about to move off when a man in a suit bolted up
along side of the bus, and pushed me out of the way to get on.
I caught the next bus only to find around
the corner that the first bus had been involved in an accident and the
man in the suit had fallen through the front window and was lying on the
road apparently dead.
 I rushed home with a mix of excitement and
reverence to tell my family that I had been saved.
Next, quite a few years later I was a
single mother in a refuge hiding from a violent husband. I was attending
the church which administered the refuge when out of the blue the
minister launched an attack against me as part of his sermon. I was
absolutely horrified and completely humiliated and still to this day do
not understand what happened or why, however, as I ran out of the church
with my baby in my arms, wondering where on earth I would find the
strength not to collapse right there in the church grounds I felt my
self being sort of carried, I was still walking but there was
suddenly a presence of support walking with me, as though a friend had
walked and put a reassuring arm around me. It was the night Jesus walked
me home.
There are many experiences, many ways in
which I am guided and protected..........led on a daily basis really.
There is no doubt for me not only that God exists but that he is a BIG
God and he really has the power to do anything, if only we will ask.
Blessed Be
Susie from down under
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This was probably
fall 1959/spring 1960, and I was at primary school. It was called
Eccleston Lane Ends Primary School and was a low brick built Victorian
building, similar to many other purpose built schools constructed around
the 1870’/80’s, particularly in the industrial areas of northern
England. As a child I often
felt quite alone and was described as diffident; I found it hard to join
in games and was probably not invited to....I seem to remember playing
with others in a 1 to 1 situation rather than being part of a team, gang
or organised game. I seem to remember being on my own often too, in the
playground or standing on a low parapet and holding onto iron railings,
looking through them at the lorries and vans passing on the main road. At
that time they were often beautifully sign written, hand painted, with the
name of the company, the telephone numbers and where they were
based.....decorative cream or ivory lettering, often outlined and
shadowed, painted onto the cab doors or the sides of dark blue or bright
red wagons. That was in the big
playground. Round the other side of the school was a smaller playground,
surrounded by old brick walls, with a scruffy patched tarmac surface and a
large old hawthorn tree that flowered in the spring, cast shade in the
summer and dripped from bare black twigs in the winter. To return to the
school buildings, one had to go through a doorway in a wall, out of the
small playground. To the right of the doorway, within the playground, was
a shed that contained sports equipment. It was a day that
was neither sunny and warm, nor cold and grey....it was what people used
to call a mild day. I was about 6, maybe 7, and I was standing on that
spot, just a few feet in front of that doorway, with the grey painted shed
to my right. There was playground noise ....boys pretending to be
aeroplanes, a football thudding and scraping around and the shouts of a
game, girls bouncing balls against a high wall....shouts and screams and
footsteps running around me, the sounds of that semi organised freedom
that is compressed into 15 minutes before the bell goes and the playground
empties. On that spot a voice
started saying my name in my head, quietly but insistently at
first.....Mark Evans....Mark Evans.....Mark Evans.....Mark Evans over and
over and over, and as it repeated these words, it became not only louder
but somehow bigger, emptier and with more echo, and as it expanded in this
way, the words began to cease to contain their meaning. The playground
noises faded away, the sense of standing on the tarmac surface
disappeared, the buildings and my sense of place were replaced by a vast
darkness that was unimaginably enormous. The voice continued but no longer
sounded like a voice and the words had ceased to be words, but the sound
continued to expand and amplify....becoming like an endless wailing
bellowing howl, unimaginably loud and continuous, echoing in some vast
black space without edges or boundaries. The sound just kept on
growing....ceasing to become sound and becoming just a huge booming
universal resonance that was like witnessing something primordial and
fundamental, as if this was the root of all sound, the raw material of
sensation. Any sense of space and time or awareness of contrast was gone,
there was nothing to see, or to feel and it seemed that the noise reached
such a pitch, such a resonance, such unfathomable depth, that it became
truly nothing; not ‘nothing’ as something small, but nothing so big
that it contained every imaginable thing in the universe. When the sensation
began to subside, like thunder rolling away, I had an incredibly intense
feeling that I had been hurtling at unbelievable speed through, up or down
some vast spinning vortex of darkness, completely alone. I really felt as
though I had been picked up by a gigantic hand and been thrown across the
universe until I had reached the absolute zero limits of something, and
then deposited back on earth, as if by a reverse whirlwind that spun
itself down to a tiny point to leave me exactly where I had been standing
before. I remember feeling
strangely and completely stunned. The activities going on in the
playground were as if I had missed about 2-3 minutes. The bell had gone,
most people were going in, and I was kind of in the way, standing as I was
just a few feet in front of the doorway. The playground was emptier and
children were walking and running past me through the doorway, back to the
building. I had no one to tell this to, either at school, or when I got
home, and it was a long time before I told anyone, I was perhaps in my 30’s,
and since then I have only told about 3 people at all....and this is the
first time that I have written it down. Looking back over 40
years, to that moment, it still seems that it was the most real thing that
has ever happened to me somehow. If I try and make sense of it, why it
happened and why it happened to me, I can’t. If I try and find
explanations....was it a fit?, was it a religious experience?, was it a
symptom of mental illness?..........I have no success. The only way I can
describe it, as an adult, is in the most general terms. It is as if I had
been given some form of insight into the personally specific and the
totally universal, and the relationship between them; how they co-exist in
reality. I don’t know if it was a gift or a curse, I went back to the
same spot and stood on it about 18 months ago. The buildings and
playground is still there, though they have a different use; it is no
longer a school. The wall and the doorway near where I stood have gone, as
has the shed, but I can still identify the exact point were it happened. I stood on it.
Nothing happened, nothing at all. The same person, nearly 40 years on, in
exactly the same spot. Just a gritty scruffy piece of tarmac, no children.
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hi ya my name is bunk. i have not seen god but in life we all are god. i give this. u should always be god. he sees u god love us and pray with us . god wee love u and pray u . thank u god 4 being there 4 us and helping the ones that love life and u 4 god is life and we are god so give as much as u can and life will give u a god lovin chance by i love all of u peace. bunkp@msn.com
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Bunk// yes I have seen god. god is every day we
awake. if u love god. god will see u and u should see god. hi
my name is bunk I live in okc I have been going to church latly
and i must say i love god . it is some times hard 4 me to see god but i
just stop and listen.god hears me even in my sleep. if u love god u should
always listen no matter whut u do god him self will always see u. it will
not matter if u steal hate or burn. god will always love u god is the best
of the good inside .the bad u should not Judge or hate. god is the only
one to say. do u lOve god if u do than say god is good..... if u hate
some thing iN life than e mail me.. and I will talk to u about any
thing on your minD pleASe love your brothers and sisters we are all one so
think think think. we should always love. and god will do the rest
thank u. may god be with u on this life .and may u too love GOD.
. bunkp.. thank u 4 reading this have a good day and a god life. thank u
god 4 being in my life gog bless u all. BUNKP@MSN.COM |
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little over 2 years ago i was awaken by what felt like a hand on my back,
sitting me up in bed. then a voice behind me said "this is GOD"
and i sawwhat looked like a doorway with very bright white trim and inside
was filled with many different colored lights. i thought GOD must be
inside this door, i wish i could get closer and see. then i felt like i
was moving closer just by thinking it. as i got closer i realized this was
not a door, what looked like white trim was more like a white light and
inside was filled with many different colored lights. as i got closer it
looked like a see through curtain in front of the lights. then i realized
this is not a door i am looking at, This is GOD! then it got dark
again, i could not see anything, then a picture of a man appeared and the
voice behind me said "this is JESUS" it was not like any picture
i ever saw of JESUS. all i saw was the head and shoulders of him, it was
like he was looking down, but his eyes where closed. again i got closer
just by thinking it, i could not believe what i was seeing, it was not
like a dream, it was like i was wide awake looking at him. then he
disappeared and i could see my room again so i got out of bed, i could not
walk very good i was shaking so much. i sat up the rest of the night, for
some reason i thought i was going to die. i waited 2 weeks before i told
my wife about what happened that night. i did not think i should tell
anyone about what i saw until something else happened that made me feel
that it was OK to tell other people about it. many strange things happened
before and after this night, this is just part of the story. i don't want
to bore you with the details. if you are interested i would be glad to
share everything that happened with you.
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Excuse me for my bad english!
The only thing I can tell is that I didn't experienced
anything.
It was something undescriptible that happened a couple of
months ago: I was sitting trying to meditate when... I just stopped
trying to control my thoughts... Something went from my belly and rose
to the top of my head... it was an explosion of light and I was thtat
light and there was nothing else but that light: inside as well as
outside, from the region of my heart there was a kind of ray of light
that was 'connected with the universe and at a moment, it was like all
the energy that was projected by the "explosion" was coming
back to me...but huge!!! My heart was trembling of all this beauty,
it was as a dream and I still can't believe that this happened. No word
can really explain what it was, because words are just approximations.
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I was in Dominical, Costa Rica at the stroke of midnight. I was facing the Pacific Ocean as the last timezone of the world celebrated the new year. I can't get into detail, for I am still trying to understand what happened to me. I was taken over by a humble feeling of pride. I striped myself of all of my cloths in the face of god, and was changed for ever. I am now a very loving Christian, and my family and friends noticed the change in me imediatly. I am happier than I have every been, and I thank GOD for changing my life in an instant!
God Bless!
LOVE TO ALL
T. Brandon Barker
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Hello.
I have seen God.
Why?
Because I am pure of heart and have cast out
my evil spirit.
and the Holy Ghost Lives inside me. mmmmmmm
How do I know it?
cause I saw it.
call me crazy
call me love
I just am
So, what does God look like?
He is in all things.
A great white aura
beautiful in all respects
Love at it's best
Love
Love it is.
Nothing less, everything more.
Can you still see him?
Yes
does he not live always?
Does the sun not rise in the morning and set
at night?
God is always there for me to see.
mmmmmm
So special
The light that never goes out
The light that is
just that
all things
DIVINE
mmmmmm
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Well, I hope you liked my divine rambling!
God Bless your little heart.
MsFINE
Keep searching and you shall find.
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I @m I am HE, I am SHE I'm your Laughter, I'm your Tears I'm your favourite colour, your greatest Fear I'm what makes your World go round I'm your Teacher, I'm your Child phillipo Arizona May 1999
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Then at 12 1/2 years when I was in 7th grade, I was given another far more articulated experience. I was a dyslexic, subjectively muddled, socially odd, not very attractive little bird, given to despondency. It was Sep. 1953. I was studying science for the first time and we were sent home to memorize the scientific method. Our science teacher had earnestly taken pains to instill the importance of the scientific method to all mankind. He explained that before man had this rational tool, humans had resorted to superstition and myth-making to explain phenomena around them, but, with the scientific method, man could rid himself of the blindness of superstition and get at the truth of the universe. We now could study and understand reality. I was impressed and dutifully went home with my book, took it to my room and sat at my desk, working on memorizing all the steps. I became thirsty and walked downstairs to get a glass of water. As I descended, I somehow asked the question inside myself, "Is the scientific method the way to understand the truth of reality?" And as I turned the corner to walk through the dining room on my way to the kitchen I was stopped dead in my tracks. A deep sweet voice lovingly spoke to me. It said something like the following which was accompanied by visuals demonstrating and clarifying what was being communicated. "Man has a particular makeup, is equipped with a particular set of senses to use: sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste, etc. And the nature of these senses and the mental processes which synthesize them, create the world man "sees' as "a reality out there"and considers real and solid. So, actually, the observable reality of science is but a portrait of these sense and mental mechanisms, nothing more!" It is hard to describe, but all this was shown me as well as told.
I was rapt! amazed! for I could see that it was so. And then, still
deep in contemplation, I asked within, "What is reality then?"
And suddenly the dining room was swept away and I was shown an empty
vastness beyond anything, anything that I could have possibly
imagined. I was stunned, breathless, absolutely blown away.
Then it all disappeared and I was back in the dining room. After a
few minutes, I walked on to the kitchen where my mother was beginning to
prepare supper and tried to explain my experience to her. She was a
good mother, reliably kind, and she responded, "That's nice,
dear." Though I struggled with what this all meant, my relationship
to 7th grade science, and all of life, had gained a very different but
very privately held perspective. As I grew up and in graduate school
took a course in Hinduism I began to comprehend this experience more
fully. But I believe that its teaching will be unfolding throughout
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i spoke to God/dess this morning. i restlessly lay in bed about 3am and imagined i reclined in the loving lap of the Mahadevi.
i heard a thousand harmonious whispers all speaking
directly to me of thoughts and prayers. i asked a question about prayer
and was told "do not pray for things you think you 'want', rather
ask for the recognition of that which already exists ."
" The most important relationship is the one
you have with yourself and God. Pray to manifest into your reality that
which already exists as a divine reflection of who you are."
I was also told not to waste time, as it is the most precious element of present reality, the NOW is here. are you?
This clear and divine question and answer period was as
frightening as it was profound. I felt i began to burn with fever and
was told my vibration was intensified in the presence of God; therefore
my body generated more heat. I could feel the waves of pulsing
vibrations and knew i was home.
What was so remarkable was the actual VOICE...it was so
melodical and harmonious...like a chant of a thousand tones that
ranged in octaves to create almost an echo, but a sound encased in
itself. A thousand feminine voices whispering truth and affirmation. I
was also told " conscious choice is the path to personal
power."
For this i am grateful. I pray for greater awareness and
recognition.
In peace and gratitude i share this with you. Namaste.
If you've had similar experience or would like to comment
e-mail me at godesstefanie@sbcglobal.net
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acknowledgement
and recognition is always appreciated and welcomed. the divine always
accompanies me in my daily life; but to hear it mirrored back to me
is truely blessed. when i paint, i am forever aware of this presence. when
i begin , i have an idea, but as i let go and let god the line between
myself and what happens disolves and there is no stronghold left for my
ego not even as a passive witness. it
is like the moment when you first got the knack of swimming or riding a
bicycle; the feeling that you are not doing it yourself, but it is somehow
happening on its own,and you wonder whether you will lose it-as indeed you
may if you try forcibly to hold onto it. then
i remember,a leaf as is blown about by the wind... i am both the leaf and
the wind , the world outside is just
as much as the world within. all
space becomes my mind...and time carries me along like a river, and never
flows out of the present;the more it comes the more it stays, and i have
learned to surrender to this ...and BE! blessed be & namaste......
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do the eyes of truth ever close?...even
for a moment?.......
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It's so
securely interwoven within my mind, my first realization of an image of
God. It's a simple image, that struck me when I was a child of about 3 or
4. Some other children and I were coloring, (maybe it was even the kiddie
waiting room, of sunday school) Anyway, maybe from a picture someone was
drawing, maybe from just the act of everyone drawing, but I looked up, and
all of a sudden realized that God was a big purple triangle, in the sky.
the edges aren't straight, they're sort of bend-y, like flowing to the
ease with the wind, and the two long 'points' that make the 'base' of the
triangle-shape are actually his arms, as he's hugging the earth, and the
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While on retreat with Gangaji, I have the profound experience of the |
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I was feeling such inner contentment that it made me wonder if I was |
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Enjoying an early morning concert |
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NEW LETTER!! Hi,
I've seen god.........Words can't describe, that's why I
paint.......If you have a minute I would love to reciprocate what the
website has shared with the paintings on my website..........
www.krisd.net
Thanx,
kris d
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I love your paint . I think that god is energy
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I see Jesus, and hear God in my
dreams. In one Jesus told me that he would come back and save us once
more. He said he would be tortured once again in some way. In another
one God answered my prayers and helped me know who my true friends are.
Sometimes I wonder if Jesus is coming back like he said in my dream.
Love always,
Strawberry Shortcake
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Hello, dear fellow god-child,
Besides the times I felt I saw
God-presence glowing everywhere, in everything that I usually see in my
normal blindness, there was the time I was blasted upward out of my body
into a blazing column of white light surrounded by a huge vibration like
a roaring wave coming in from all directions. In the
sound there were three words: ONLY GOD ETERNAL. So was that
God? That's the part I remember anyway, although I have always
felt that this was followed by something that I never had words or
images for, maybe a finer vibration or void. This vision was
preceded by Sufi practices and some fasting. I wasn't under any
chemical influences (that I was aware of.-- who knows what kind of
chemistry was going on?)
Recently I spent a full night in the
radiant presence of the Mother/Lady Wisdom in the Amazon under the
influence of ayahuasca. For hours I was in a jaw-dropped
state of wonder, at times nothing to say but "Oh my
god....." She was a vast and powerful being of intelligent
love, and yet I didn't feel that "this is God".
More like "She is in God, worlds are born and die
within her and the totality God is even more than all of
this". As if my definition of God is the Ground of
Being within which all of this manifests.
Thanks to you for your contribution to truth
and beauty!
Kismet
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My name is Shawn Thompson and I want to talk to you about certain experiences in my life that have opened my eyes to the fact that God is real and that Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation. I will explain to you why I have come to believe this and why it may be vitally important information for you. |
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He Was wearing long blue coat,a green pant and a purple
triangle logo on his chest.His image was like white
as snow
with blue eyes.This was in my dream as he was opening
the darknes of the universe with his two hands and
stretching his right hand and flying to the world.
After three month as I was walking in the street I
saw him on the sky this time he was wearing a blak hat and a sun
glasses.He showed me a Bmw logo with his left hand.
he was big as the size of one city Mesfin Mengistu |
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Hey you! I just want to tell you something about my experiences I had with God. I'm not really sure, wether it's been God or my higher self, but it has been a very strong and significant part of my life. It accured due to the fact that my grandma died in 1998. I was very sad about it, because we had a very tight relationship. She used to be like a mother to me when I was at the age of 2, because my parents got devorced, so that I had to live with her for nearly 2 years. My mother did not realize my sadness and I did not know with whom I could speak. About 2 months after her death, I was lying in bed in deep grieve and the feeling that everything is senseless. I was absolutely down and thought seriously of suicide, when suddenly I supposed to feel a hand grabbing at me and trying to help me up. My grieve turned to enthusiasm. I felt strong and safe. Something or someone was there - right next to me. I felt the warmth of a body and its love. Up from this experience I learned to live with my grandma's death and felt much better. I know that someone is there -always. And again I have to say that I don't know wether it is God or my own higher self. Thx, Claudia from Germany
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A few months back I was haveing what was like a dream, but then not. I say this as the experience was so over -whelming that I just cannot get it out of my mind. He (God) was about 2 ft. away from me at the most and consisted of the brightest most beautifull light Ive ever seen in this exzistance! He was within the light, and yet was the light.
He was communicateing with me about my life,
and as I was comeing out of the dream/vision I found my self saying...
please dont leave yet God, please dont leave me yet, and that was it.
I cannot recall the conversation except that it was about my life. I
also feel that God saved me during my last pregnacy as I had to hace a
c-section and after the baby was born they had to do emergency surgery
on me as I began to hemmorage. The last thing I remember was the
Drs. saying that they were looseing me, later I woke up in a private
room and one of the nurses told me that I should pray to God for thanks
as the drs. did all they could for me and left my life in Gods hands. I
do remember during this time while I was unconcious that I spoke with
whom I can only say was Jesus and he told me that It was not my time
that I had things in my life that were unfinished. Ive had other
experiences such as suddenly feeling the most wonderfull joy, love,
peace, an abundance of wonderious feelings and at the same time feeling
a loveing presence. This has happened on numerious occasions and I look
forward to all as they last only a little while. My youngest son
has had some enlightening experiences as well, like playing with angels
on the north side of heaven, where Gods throne is, or rules from. This
is what he told me and at the time was too young and was not that
knowledgeable about God. Hes had some negative experiences as
well. God is whom I constantly seek, he is my path and I long to be near
him.
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Today I have seen this homepage the first time and I red the experience
Ana from Portugal made. I had exactly the same imagination beeing in a
garden and realizing that Jesus smiles to me. Than he gave me his hands and
the warmth, love, peace and energy was owerwelming me. Suddenly I felt that
Jesus and me are identical, I was Jesus, no separation, I felt like he felt.
This was real love, unity and one of the most spiritual experiences I made.
Now I do not wait for such feelings any more. I know that God is in me and
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In a time when I was in the greatest pain I saw
God.realized then that I could have all the love I want through forgiveness
and giving love. So simple yet such a gift I was given in this
realization.and to this day I know God exists
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first, saw me pacing and
frantic, felt the aching of my heart, the shortness of my breath, the lump in my throat, and my utter helplessness and need for reassurance. My
little brother was dying (one year younger than me, my only sibling), my
best friend and the only other person in the world who understood the crazy
life we had led and the unique childhood experiences that had shaped us.
We had a forever secret BFF club of two. He and I were so close, he was
like my alter-ego, a part of me, of who I am. He was in a motorcycle
accident just days before, he had been burned and had broken some bones,
but his head injury was what eventually killed him. He was an incredible
guy, full of seeming contradictions, of weakness and strength, tenderness and cold calculation, supporting and critical. What I was thinking about, when god intercepted me, was my brother's tattoos, and how he had been burned. He had recently gotten new tattoos on his left arm, they were stunning works of art, like something Michelangelo would have done if he ever did tattoos. The problem with the new tattoos was the subject matter, they were of religious figures, including the Virgin Mary, doing things such as partaking of drugs and alcohol and leading little children astray. One of his friends told me that when he first saw them he jokingly told my brother, "your going to burn!" Irreverent was how I would describe them, an ironic social statement with the kind of shock value my brother savored, but the nurse who treated him used the word "satanic," he wasn't sure what to make of them. My brother's friends, his girlfriend, and  I all knew they
were not a religious statement on his part, yet he had been burned the
worst where he had his new tattoos, and he would have lost them all had he
survived. In the backs of our minds we were all thinking what a weird
coincidence it was, and wondering despite ourselves if maybe god hadn't
spanked him or something. So there I was, pacing through a neighborhood
near the hospital, the knowledge that he was gone (brain-dead) just sinking
in, the whole tattoo thing weighing heavily on my mind, not knowing quite
what to do with myself, hoping for some kind of sign, wondering what I
would tell my parents when they finally arrived, when a little calico cat
came darting out of the bushes in front of me. The cat interrupted my
forward motion by rubbing up against my legs and demanding attention the
way friendly cats often do to strangers on the sidewalk. So I sat down and
started petting her, and just hearing and feeling her purr made me feel
better. As I sat there stroking her and talking to her, her owner peeked
out the front door, smiled, and said, "her name is Magdalen." I was
floored! At that moment I knew I didn't need to worry anymore, a little
cat named after the other Mary, the saint who embodies forgiveness of sins
and was the first witness of Christ's resurrection had stopped me dead in
my tracks to give me comfort when I needed it the most. Later I e-mailed
this story to some of my brother's friends, and his best friend wrote back
immediately. He said that it was very strange, because he had just been
talking to one of his friends about the whole tattoo/burn coincidence and
wondering about it himself, but at the same time he had caught himself
thinking, for no apparent reason, what a lovely name "Magdalena" was.
Shortly after their conversation he got my e-mail, and he too was floored!
So there you have it, god can be a little fluffy purring calico cat, the
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While on retreat with Gangaji, I have the profound experience of the divinity of every being present. In the dimly lit meditation hall, each sitting Buddha appears larger than life and illuminated by a warm glowing light from within. Delicate threads of light connect one to another. Breath stops. The next two and a half hours pass like mere minutes as I delight in the scene, both walking and sitting in meditation. You are all Divine… It is my hope that you can see your own divinity.
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I was a being of Light. I lay on the floor, bathed in a cushioning world of Light. The Light came through me, and about me. I was/am the Light. I could not move, because there was no movement. There was no me to move. There was no end to the I-ness. There was no beginning to my Self. There was only the pure, white, Bliss. I became aware of two large spheres, globes of energy, one cool, and blue, the other hot, and red. One was that which is. One was that which is not. One was the hard, the other, the soft. One, the sweet, releasing Feminine, and the other, the raw, fiery, Male. And I lay there, at the junction of opposites, my Being the very clash of hammer to nail, the carress of the painter's brush to the canvas, the moment the Word was spoken. I knew that all is as it should be. There can be nothing that is out of balance, for all is the play of Life and Death, the dance of Joy and Sadness, the turning of a world in Grace. There is nothing to change. There is no place to go, no one to become. There is only the sound of Being, in Harmony, God and Goddess united in the embrace of their divine and wondrous Selves. I give thanks for all that is, and for all that is not, in the Now. Firefeather.
Some 23 years ago I had what can only be called an "experience", it
certainly was the focal moment of my life. Everything from that point on has
revolved around this experience.
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Dear Seer & Seen,
The experience of Seeing God involves us in a paradox. God is
nobody's "object," such that God may be seen with conventional vision (or
even contemplated with ordinary thinking). But we have to start where
we're at. Where do you see your attention and care going? That's a fine
place to start seeing God. God shows up in/through the "place" where love
is focused. So push that experience further: concentrate your love on
whatever your desire naturally flows toward. Whatever pulls the love out
of you is God. Magnify the affectionate attention through generously
lavishing love on the lovely.
After practicing this concentration of love, we develop "love
muscles." Our love, now strengthened, can take on less desirable objects;
we can now direct love (like a force) toward the unlovely. When the
unlovely is loved, it shows up more lovely. When the undesirable is
desired, it is transformed into the desirable. This works for difficult
people, a dirty car, a dead-end job--whatever. Targeting the unlovely
with love leads you to treat it in a fundamentally different way. And
your love is usually rewarded with a reciprocal response.
Finally, this promiscuous love will spill out in all directions at
once: at this point Lover and Beloved are not-two; God and worshipper are
con-fused; Seer and Seen are One.
Thank you; I love you;
Kailash (Mountain Abode of Shiva)
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I My father was sick .. he was a very strong man but one day he called and
said I am so sick I need you to take me to the doctor.. II I experienced a visit with god when my mother was dieing of
cancer.. I dreamed I went to my grandmothers house and as I walked through
the house from the front to the back.. I stopped at the screen door leading
to outside.. the sun was so warm and bright I held up my hands and let it
evelope me from the door. My grandfather motioned for me to come outside and
sit on what seemed like rocks.. as he talked to me the light like a sun was
behind him all shining and warm.. he talked to me for a long time and then
said its time for you to go.. I didn’t want to leave but got up and went
back into the house.. where I stopped again and let the light of the sun
warm me through the door.. when I left and walked through the front door
where I entered I immediately woke up.. knowing I had been to a very special
place. A place which helped me to understand my mothers death and a spot
that gave me comfort in the arms of the lord.. I truly believe that light
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I can imagine how many people out
there have the time and imagination to elaborate on a dream or thought
enough times to consider it a "vision" of God. Like many I am searching and
scouting my way through life for some sort of connection to God; trying to
surmount the infinite distance between myself and the creator. This quest
can make anyone feel so insignificant and unimportant. My quest for a vision
of God started to pick up speed after I had read a passage from Exodus. In
it, Moses had already talked audibly with God and saw his presence, but he
still asked something of God; not to prove his existence, but to simply be
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Yes, I have experienced our ultimate home. Have you?
Once experience, there is no doubt about there being a God. :o)
Please write back.
Kris
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I work in a catholic church as a caretaker and after years of bad luck and health problems I sat in the church alone one afternoon and spoke my mind to God. I stated that I have had enougth of this world and was sick to death of what I see others doing in his name, making money, hiding behind God and that I was going to pull the plug and end my life. That night in my sleep I was confronted by the bright head of the lord his eyes where so blue they would have melted ice. On awaking I recalled this vision stright away it was so beautiful and I feel honered to have seen him for whatever reasons I dont know. Yours Terry Anthony |
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I have seen. |
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Inspired by the cerebral feel of Alex
Grey's work...would like to share these images with him.... |
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YES. I have seen God. I saw God in 1993.
I tried |
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I have been searching for many
years to find others who have had similar experiences. Thank you for giving
this topic a place to be heard. Following is the condensed version of my
story. To read the full version or comment, please email me at nancygian@msn.com. |
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The Election in Paradise of Jeffrey Morgan Foss
It was early April, 1981 during the preparation of Passover. An
attempt had been made on President Regan’s life a few days
before. I was living on Stock Island in the Florida Keys at the
time. At about eleven at night, I was compelled to fall on my
face alone in the dark to pray on the floor. For three and one
half hours, words rolled out of my mouth about every sin and
unkind thing I had ever done. I kept nothing secret and opened
every darkest closet. Then for the next three and one half
hours, words rolled off of my tongue about every dark and
terrible act being committed among the nations of the earth. The
floor was puddled with my tears.
With seemingly no strength left, I dragged myself onto the fold
away bed in the living room and fell face up on it motionless.
Just then, a beautiful place opened though the ceiling just like
an ancient scroll opening with a living image of a beautiful
green environment in it instead of script and I stepped though
it into this place. I ascended a steep ridge effortlessly and
all my senses were acutely functioning better than ever before.
There were young hardwoods on the way up the ridge but at the
top was a magnificent, spruce/fir/pine forest which seemed to
have been given the utmost care. In front of me was a gorge and
on the opposite side a great and wide waterfall which made yet a
gentle wisp of sound because of the straightness of the gorge.
I stood frozen in awe. There were places to explore throughout
the opposite side and everything was extremely well cared for.
If this were not enough, a man in a long white robe emerged from
a thick stand of firs farther down on the other side and walked
across the gorge in the air without ever breaking stride or
looking down. There was no bridge or fallen tree beneath his
feet though I strained to see one. This man’s gate was a noble
gate and I immediately knew who it was without ever having been
indoctrinated by religious orders or sects. Still frozen in my
tracks, he approached on a path which ran parallel to the edge
of the gorge on my side cutting its way straight though the moss
and young firs.
These words came from the depth of my spirit and I could not
prevent them: I said, "Good morning, Precious-Wonderful Lord
Jesus!" with the excitement of a little child who was receiving
a thousand wonderful gifts at once. At this, The Light of The
Eternal Father radiated from his heart and I was enveloped and
filled in the Light of God. I asked him, "Is this the Light of
the Father?" and he replied, "It is as you say." Then his eyes
moved toward the gorge. I followed them with mine and could see,
appearing out of the mist of the air, a golden palatial
structure. I asked, "Is this the Father's House?" And he
replied, "This is the place we have prepared for you." Then I
asked, "Can I go over with you so that I might meet the others
who will be there?" And He said, "No, it is not yet time. First,
you have much left to do." Then I said, "Let me fly to the
summit (on my side of the gorge) and circle it three times and
return before you. Then let us embrace at length before I must
go."
 And he nodded saying, "Go." I lifted into the air, the tips
of the spruces and firs passed beneath me at a rough distance of
fifteen feet, I circled the summit and was then set back before
him. After a long embrace, I descended the ridge eagerly toward
my mission with full knowledge I would return and that time was
no longer a concern.
At a halfway point along the descent, there was a futuristic
circular structure nestled in a level area with every kind of
hard and softwood. The structure was filled with all kinds of
media, music and motion picture equipment. Descending the ridge
further, I then returned to my body on the fold-up bed which was
miraculously kept alive with slow and shallow sinus rhythm and
breathing.
I sprang up with a jolt glowing and bathing the room in white
light. I was completely cleansed and as light as air in feeling.
A golden sun had risen and my first act was to befriend a little
child who was on his bike riding in circles alone beyond my
front door. I put my hand on his shoulder, smiled and offered to
show him how to play Yahtzee. Then I said: "If you believe you
can roll five sixes, you will." On his first roll, five sixes
stretched across the table close together in a straight line
with all the dots pointing in the same direction. The next small
miracle was when I wrote a spiritual song, “Glory To You, Lord”,
where a butterfly landed on the tuning keys of the guitar I was
composing with. In the years to come, there were of course
events, miracles and acts of far greater significance but this
was the beginning as it happened.
For a long time, people from various places and walks reported
that brilliant white light was radiating from me. Seven years
before this 1981 event, my voice thundered saying that I stand
on the stone of destiny and behold the wisdom of the ages. I
knew it to involve the universe as well as the nations. Seven
years after 1981 came the Conservation Exchange* vision while I
was managing at Bigelow Preserve. And seven years after that
came confirmational visions that I had been given authority to
address nations and worlds. There were also confirmations from
spiritual leaders and spiritual people though the 1980s and
1990s who have been kept untarnished from the politics and
meanderings of modern religions. I, myself, was kept safe by
miraculous angelic intervention—and not only from this but from
physical harms and discomforts along my journeys across North
America. And some who were mean came to utter ruin overnight.
*Conservation Exchange is in fulfillment of the Prophet Isaiah.
Global military forces and civilians work together in a Forest
Recovery/Enhancement and Crops to End World Hunger Pact. Lasting
global peace is achieved within a single year by common mission
and no longer merely observed philosophically. That is just the
beginning. Trillions in monetary units and resources otherwise
earmarked for weapons and weapons platforms can then be ruddered
to Advanced Individualized Education, Fuel-less Technology,
Medical Cures, Affordable Energy and Environment Savvy Homes,
Long Life Products/Materials, Major Costs and Tax Relief, The
Needy and all people, environment and technological reformation
programs that are designed to benefit all people/all life and to
succeed. Rich or poor, we can no longer tolerate the violation
to life, the natural wonders and the common liberty, happiness
and well being of all.
How does this impact other worlds? It will become the
universally accepted principle of right governance and the means
though which peaceful open contact will occur. It takes all
kinds of individuals to make this happen. The reward is that we
will have overcome technological deprivation, wars, planetary
devastation, disease, poverty and death itself under the most
grueling of circumstances historically and will become a light
indeed on the very Throne and Footstool of God: Earth. Once we
were the children of God and now we become the light of God.
Jeffrey Morgan Foss
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I sometimes feel that
it is something that I was given but have never discovered how to use; at
other times I think it was random, without rhyme or reason or purpose. I
have never met anyone who has had a similar experience.....but then maybe
many people have and have kept it to themselves, because they don’t want
to be thought of as crazy or can’t make any more sense out of it than I
can......I just don’t know. And maybe that’s the whole point......that
I have some proof of sorts that we really do not know, that we have
absolutely no idea at all. 
It soared up into the night sky and pierced me through to the depths of my heart. It was awe inspiring. I turned and people were just streaming by ignoring her. I will state here categorically that it was impossible that I was the only person out of hundreds who would have been stopped dead by the haunting beauty of that voice. It was just inconceivable that no one else was stopping. She had a hat out (it may have been a cup I can’t recall) for change and I remember struggling with myself as to whether I should give her my bus fare. Finally I decided not to because I wasn’t sure if I would find my friend or not and I lived far away on the outskirts of the city. I eventually tore myself away and moved on down the street again looking for my friend. After several minutes I ran into him coming up the street towards me. I told him about the woman and he told me the exact same story. A woman who looked exactly as I had seen with an unearthly voice and everyone except for him was streaming by ignoring her. He underwent the same struggle about whether or not to give her some money. He said he had seen her back the way he had been coming from and I told him I had seen her behind me in the direction I had been coming from. We both went to the mall entrance but she was nowhere to be found. Both shaken by the experience we decided to head home early that night. 
Then I was standing on a barren world where there was no life. Nothing except a choking black sky of darkness and pollution. Somehow I seemed to be able to rise above this planet to the starry sky. But then as I was rising away from this world I felt suddenly naked as if I had forgotten something. I looked behind me and huge mass of darkness gathered and began to close on me. It caught me and it was like oppressive clouds of the vilest pollution began choking the life out of me. In my hopelessness, not really knowing what I was saying. I began almost casually saying to myself that I wish the sun would come out. It was said in the tone of one expressing a wish that he has no faith in. But then suddenly there was a glint of light and it was like a bolt of lightning through my entire being. Then another and another. Then the sun came out. The clouds parted and God appeared to me. I felt my heart open up and heard a high pitched beautiful sound like a bell. The shock of this is beyond words. There was God exactly as the bible had described him. I can tell you that when you see god you will not have guess about who it is. God is unmistakably God. He looks like the sun in a clear blue sky except He radiates intelligence, love and life. At the same time I also saw/felt beyond all doubt that he was the center of my being. My source. My truth. Please understand that God is real and He is a person. We are distinct from him but not separate from him. We are all living a lie. Where we exist within ourselves. What you would call the seat of our consciousness is in fact not our seat. It is God’s throne. The reality of God is a million times greater that physical reality. Beside God the physical world becomes the puff of smoke illusion that it is. 
From that simple act of forgiveness and
God's physical form or backside
as Moses did, I saw this beautiful light. I was praying late at night in my
dark room and experienced something I'll never forget.
When I relocated to Los