My road to Catholicism stage one: Just Another Vision From God
In my post Foraging Squirrel, I talked about having a “vision from God – that was kind of like the Blue’s Brother’s but without the back flips.” It has been fifteen years since my vision and I am only now comfortable with calling it that. I know it was not a dream or a hallucination and I wasn’t on crack because crack is wack. I simply had a vision from God. As it turns out, visions from God are common enough that I’m really not that special for having one. People have experiences like mine all the time all over the world, we just don’t tend to talk about them for fear of being ridiculed or maybe we just don’t understand them yet. For me it was both. For fifteen years I didn’t mention my vision to anyone other than my mother and my husband. My mother cried and thanked Jesus and my husband gave me a little “that’s nice dear- I love you- even though I think you are insane” pat on the shoulder. What is insane to me now is that I was able to ignore God for so long afterward even while being strengthened and sustained by the memory of my experience. This is what happened: I layed down on my bed to rest after work. I heard a loud roar very similar to what a tornado sounds like as it barrels down on you. I felt myself being pulled out of my body and I realized I had left it. I was surrounded by a cloud of light and at it’s center was a glowing white sphere, like a sun, white hot, it burned brighter than anything I have ever seen. I was enveloped within an intense, profound love so strong and pure it was almost too much to handle. I realized there were others around me and that the light was calling to them. I watched as their ethereal bodies went into the light. I then felt it call to me, pulling my soul. I got scared and pulled back, rushing back into my body where I lay paralyzed and breathing as if I had just run a marathon.
Although I was able to ignore what happened for so many years, I never forgot how that love felt and never stopped wanting it back.
My road to Catholicism stage two: Gambling on Salvation. Do I feel lucky? Well do ya punk?
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