Blog- Are we listening When The Universe Speaks To Us

I don’t know what your spirituality is founded on, but I came out of the Christian church. I have spent about 40 years of my life devoted to the study of the Hebrew Scriptures.

I also began studying other ancient scriptures and discovered they, too, we’re basically telling the same story as the Hebrew Scriptures.

I was surprised to learn this, yet I shouldn’t have been because there is nothing new under the sun. The creator has been speaking to the creation from the conception of time.

I am going to share a story of one of my significant encounters with the creator whom I sometimes call God, and other times, I call Source Energy.

I remember my father had this large antique picture of the virgin Mary holding baby Jesus. The artwork was breathtaking, and I loved the intricate carving in the old wood frame.

The picture probably belonged in a museum. My dad picked it up at a high-end estate auction. I remember there was an intense bidding war for that piece of artwork.

I was surprised my dad bought the picture. Religion or spirituality was never a topic in our home.

For a while, we did go to Mass once a year, and I heard my dad’s father, whom I never got to meet, was an ordained minister, but that was the extent of it.

A few times in the wee hours of the morning, when I get up to use the bathroom, I would find my dad silently keeling in front of the picture praying.

I was taken back by this. The question that ran through my mind was, what is it about that picture?

My dad was not the type of man to bow down before anyone. So, what was it that cause my dad to humble himself in such a way?

One day I got the rare opportunity to be home alone for a while, I was too young to be left alone, but jumped at the chance to feel like an adult.

That day my mind was on the last time I saw my father kneeling before baby Jesus. I decided to pull a chair over to the picture, and I sat there, examing the artwork.

I had this weird feeling come over me, almost as if the picture was talking to me in some mysterious way, which I didn’t understand at the time.

My mind suddenly drifted back to the Christmas Mass’s we attended and seeing all the old artwork, stained glass windows, and carvings. The smells of incents and seeing the priest dressed in his priestly garb.

I remember there was this feeling that would come over me when I enter the large church in the town I was born.

It was a feeling of deep reverence that always caused me to become emotional and tear up. At times I had to fight crying out loud.

It was like nothing else mattered as this feeling engulfed me to my very core. I both loved it and feared it because I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

As I snapped out of those fond memories, I looked back up at the picture again, this overwhelming feeling washed over me that somehow I knew this creator, yet I didn’t understand how. This would be the second time I experienced that feeling.

I could feel the deep reverence I felt in the Catholic church, and at that very moment, I understood what caused my father to bow in the presence of this magnificent creator.

I didn’t necessarily understand the experience I had when I was a child. I had thought you could only feel the reverence at church, but from that day forth, I knew I had to seek an understanding of this creator.

Many events took place that eventually lead me to the church when I was twenty or so. It was also many events that took me out of the church many years later and placed me on a path to a much deeper understanding of the creator and who I am in that creator.

We are a refection of the creator.

Thanks for taking the time to learn more about my life.