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The Light From the Sky
I know now that I was starting to go out of body; as though pulled by a calling too beautiful to resist. My soul was longing to go home to God.
The treetops seemed to part, and a huge white light came from the sky, entering my heart as it spoke to me. I was 10 years old; a mystical child who spent hours walking alone through the woods, communing with nature in Northwestern Pennsylvania.
"What do you want from this life?" the light asked me. "Wisdom," came the answer, springing from a place deep in my heart, as it bypassed the mechanics of my mind. It was not the answer that a 10-year old would normally give.
I didn't tell anyone about the experience for 30 years. There was no one to speak to; no one who understood who I was. Like the tree falling in the forest but making no sound because no one could hear, I couldn't speak to anyone about the deep, rich part of me. The interaction went to a protected place deep within, until the combination of personal grief and a group of compassionate listeners provided the means for me to bring the experience up to consciousness again for reclaiming.
However, there was an immediate effect. I began losing consciousness; becoming faint and threatening to pass out at times. Looking back from long years of higher energy experiences, I know now that I was starting to go out of body; as though pulled by a calling too beautiful to resist. My soul was longing to go home to God, yearning to repeat the connection of the experience in the woods.
My parents took me to doctor after doctor, with no answer. Finally, they found a specialist in Pittsburgh, 150 miles away. "You need to do two things," the wise physician said. "Eliminate sugar completely from your diet, and walk to school rather than taking the school bus."
Good nutrition, and grounding. They're still wonderful remedies for a huge dose of spiritual energies with no immediate way of assimilation. It was like being wired for 120 and receiving a jolt of 240, then needing to balance those new energies permanently into my system. For two years, I trudged the two miles to my elementary school, waving to the rest of the children as they passed me in the school bus.
Years later, I wonder how many people have these
experiences with no one to understand or hear; no framework to relate to; no
wise physician to prescribe the remedial grounding