I mentioned briefly in the blog post called the Roast about the day that I became keenly aware that I was not alone.
It was 1988, an afternoon in June, when I desperately cried out to God for help.
Almost immediately, I became cognizant of a comforting presence in the same room. It was baffling, but at the same time strangely familiar.
I knew this invisible presence, but I didn’t know how I knew. I recognized the one who was swaddling me with a warm blanket and lovingly calming my violent screams.
I completely relaxed as I surrendered to a level of peace that I had never experienced before that moment.
As if being infused into my spirit, I suddenly understood the words of Christ about being born again. A spiritual term, that unfortunately, has been hijacked by the Christian religion.
Funny thing is that I had been a dedicated Christian for years and had NEVER experienced anything like that before.
What happened to me that day was a spiritual rebirth, and my life has never been the same.
So, what presence was in the room with me?
Hints to the answer can be found in the original language that Christ spoke which was Aramaic.
It’s no secret that Christ spoke about his relationship with God, calling Him, Father.
Jesus also stated that his brothers and his sisters are the ones who do the will of the Father.
But, where is the mother?
Interestingly, the term for Holy Spirit in Aramaic is feminine, rather than masculine. Through out the entire Bible, God has always been referred to as a male, so what is the deal?
It took me years to realize that the presence that comforted me that day was the mother part of the spirit of God, that Christ called the Holy Spirit.
Jesus taught in the Gospels, that the purpose of the Holy Spirit is to comfort you, teach you, and will show you things to come.
There’s no better description of the attributes of a good mother than that.
Over that next six months, I was comforted, I was taught so many things, and I knew the future with uncanny details.
I binged on the teachings of my older spiritual sibling, Christ. I was taught so many mysteries of the kingdom of God, but most importantly, I was shown how polluted the religion of Christianity truly is.
Interestingly, God never had me read the writings of Paul, and it wasn’t until years later that I would discover that his doctrine is not harmonious with the teachings of Christ. However, one thing Paul wrote rings true.
Christ was the first born among many, you know, that perfect oldest child that all younger siblings aspire to be like.
Over the next few years, I was on a great path, and life could not have been any better, except my heart longed for a human with whom to share this magical journey.
I had fallen in love with a man who loved to talk with me about the things of the Lord, but he was in love with another.
While all alone, on a getaway to Sedona, Arizona, to ease the pain caused from rejection, God spoke to my heart like a loving Father.
He said that things were going to change between us, because He wanted me to have the desire of my heart.
He said that you will be married soon to a man who I have hand-picked for you, and I will always be with you. However, it will be different as the two of you learn how to walk with me together.
Nine months later, I was married by a creek in Sedona to the love of my life, my soul mate, the perfect match for me, and we formed a family.
It has been an amazing journey, but not always easy, learning how to walk with humans and God at the same time.
We are so blessed to have a beautiful family full of love, with no shortage of human affection, and I value each one of them more than anything else on Earth.
However, if I was ever deserted and isolated on a remote island, I know that I would never be alone, because of what I experienced that day in June of 1988.
It is the day that I was born into my spiritual family.