Originally posted by ellieN
That is an incredible story of enlightment!!! It is very rare that people can tune their body into this realm. I will have to tell my daughter to read
your post. I know she will benefit greatly by it and so have I. I will read your post tomorrow.
I'm glad it meant something to you.
But surely, I am not enlightened, just because I saw the light....
I'm still riddled with confusion and flaws, just like anybody else. There's no such thing as a finish line or an end goal, really.
It introduced intense confusion and disorientation, as I have struggled to understand what happened to me, and what to do about it.
But I can tell you this much - perhaps the only thing I know for sure - that light, that love, is what we are, and nothing can ever change that. Of
that much, I am absolutely 100% certain. At the end of the day, the universe is good. Very good. Better than we can imagine.
This interlude of darkness we call life, is just a phase, despite the horrors it can bring upon us. One way or another, we find our way back to that
light. All of us. Every single person, plant, animal, dog, and insect. Even Hitler. Even Mao. Even Stalin.... because there's nowhere else we
can go, and nothing else we can be. Not for long. Not forever.
Don't ever think you're anything less, or that there is such a thing as failure on the road to 'enlightenment'. All I got was a glimpse of the
origin, which is also the destination. There is no hurry. There is no time. There is no pressure. There is no failure. Everybody makes it
The experience has very little to do with me per say. I'm not special, and I didn't do anything in particular to deserve it. I always prayed, I
always hoped.. I wasn't raised religious, but yet I would look up skyward and beg, 'if you just show me why i'm here, tell me what you want me to
do, then i will do it'.
Sometimes I think that's all that it was - an intense desire to know, over years, and a total willingness to submit to its 'request'. When I saw
'it', I felt as though everything was clear. My mission was to spread that light. But now, I really don't know how. Sometimes, I lose track of
it. Forget it. Doubt it. Even resent its upheaval of my little life.
When I hear that my story actually does something for somebody, it makes me happy. Maybe that's enough - just to share my tale. Maybe that gives
people hope. If so, then I am grateful, just to be useful to somebody. That's all I really want to do - help people find their way home.
Life could be so much better than it is right now. Only a sliver of our potential has been realized. If people only knew what lay inside of us - or
rather who they really are - they'd be amazed.
Thank you for listening to my story. It really feels good to be able to tell it, and have people believe me. Most of the time, I just keep it like a
secret in a box.
Thanks for letting me share. You made me feel useful again.