Hell of a Guy

“Conversations with God”...

06/29/2007

I am really digging this book, big time.  I feel as though this one was written for me.  I feel much the same about this book as I did going through the Millennium Workshops in Dallas (http://www.millennium3education.com), in that the workshops were very much meant for me to attend at that particular time in my life.  This book comes to me at a time when I truly needed to get in touch spiritually, to have some questions of my own answered.  My questions were many of the same offered by Mr. Walsh to God, and way to many to list in this blog.

Much to my surprise I found my God (The God of All Things) in the middle of the Millennium program.  It was serendipity, I might add.  As a borderline atheist and a flirting agnostic, I had no intention of looking for a God in a program about discovering who I really am and why I do (hopefully “did”) dumb shit (you get to blame your mother).  But fortunately for me, somewhere along the line I was hit right in the face with the fact a God does exist and this God is “all things,” and that I am a son of God (a son, not the Son) and therefore, a part of God. 

My heart was immediately put to rest.  I was overcome with emotion at this realization, but with reservations.  “Conversations with God” by Neal Donald Walsh is removing these reservations.  You have to read this book.

As I was reading last night (page 215 and 216), I read a passage wherein God is telling Neal, “Good, use me.”
“Do what it takes. 
Each of you has your own construction.  Each of you has understood Me – created Me – in your own way.
To some of you I am a man.  To some of you I am a woman. To some, I am both.  To some I am neither.
To some of you I am pure energy.  To some, the ultimate feeling, which you call love.  And some of you have no idea what I am.  You simply know that I AM.
And so it is.
I Am.
I am the wind which rustles your hair.  I am the sun which warms your body.  I am the rain which dances on your face.  I am the smell of flowers in the air, and I am the flowers which send their fragrance upward.  I am the air which carries the fragrance.
I am the beginning of your first thought.  I am the end of your last.  I am the idea which sparked your most brilliant moment.  I am the glory of its fulfillment.  I am the feeling which fueled the most loving thing you ever did.  I am the part of you which yearns for that feeling again and again.
Whatever works for you, whatever makes it happen – whatever ritual, ceremony, demonstration, mediation, thought, song, word, or action it takes for you to “reconnect” – do this.
Do this in remembrance of Me.”

I read this and the same intense feeling overcame me as the day of my epiphany two and half years ago: A lasting peacefulness, a lasting happiness.  I lived for over forty of my sixty-three years in search of a God I could understand and love.  Now I have one.

This blog will not become a pulpit or a place for pontification or proselytizing, but this I just had to share.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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