At that moment I heard the roar of a massive force of wind rushing towards me. Then total silence – save the voice of rev. Reese. I knew I was in the presence of God. The awesome power of that sound and the vastness of God’s presence were only matched by the tenderness with which they completely surrounded and engulfed me – enfolding me, filling me, and moving through me. I felt as though it was holding and caressing my very heart. As it did, the heaviness of a thousand hurts, disappointments, and fears was lifted from me. Images, scenes, and faces of people I once associated with those feelings flashed through my mind, and I realised I no longer felt any pain. Tears of relief, release, and exultation poured down my face. I felt as though my soul was being cradled and lifted with love and by love itself. Every cell in my body was being lifted up, and I felt my soul expanding, filling, and then encompassing my entire body. My being was at once within me and outside of me. All physical sense of my body and surroundings fell away. I was one with God and God was within me and was me. Everything within me was outside of me and was me. There was no separation. There were no boundaries. There was no sense of individuality. Only oneness. I was part of a vast ocean of consciousness. Everything was God and nothing but God existed. In that moment I remembered who I was, whose I was, and I knew I was home. My entire being vibrated with the joy of that knowledge, as though I was joy itself. There was no beginning and no end. There was no past or future: All time was now and eternal. And I knew this was eternity. There was no death, only Life. I knew Life is God, and God is Love, and I was inside of that Love that is God. I knew that everything material – all sadness, sickness, poverty, wealth, success, and fame – was all an illusion. I realised that what I was experiencing was the one and only reality there is.
From ‘A Spiritual Baptism’ by Tina Tevas Ingram.
With thanks to all readers, I hope you find inspiration in these words. Namaste from Amras.
Artwork ©Francis Moloney.