A man must not swallow more beliefs than he can digest. Henry Ellis (from Ireland and became a colonial governor of Georgia in the 1700’s)
Someone anonymous (I’m protecting the innocent) sent an email, “I’m personally trying to connect to Divine – not sure what that looks like or feels like but, I’m trying to stay open to the experience of belief. Any thoughts?”
Are you kidding? That’s all I do is think about this kind of thing. My blog is filled with answers to my own questions like this. So here’s what I responded.
“That is exactly what I have been working toward, connecting to the Divine. Sometimes I call it God, sometimes The Universe, sometimes The Universal Spirit, and there are more titles. What I think I know is that it doesn’t matter the name; it matters that you are open to it. Some people have great stories about connections that are bigger than life and others say you’ll know when you’re there. So far I usually know after the fact. By that I mean it’s not like God taps me on the shoulder and says hello. But it seems that after something has happened I realize there was something bigger than me there. I too do not know what it really looks like but I do know that I feel safer. I am not sure how to explain that. I don’t feel quite as alone I guess. I rather feel like I’m sitting in a waiting room with the Divine just behind the door. I even feel like it knows I’m there but it’s waiting for me to figure out what it is I need and then ask. Maybe then I’ll be able to walk into that other room and have a chat. Until then the Divine is there and helping me even though I may be unaware.”
In my previous life (not a past life) before this part of the journey, I wouldn’t have spoken of my belief about God. I hid that because it so often felt like I was talking about ghosts or angels or some unbelievable spectre. By the way, I believe in those things now too. What and how I believe about them is different though. It’s more a belief in a “we are all one” not the physical beings of artwork, and folklore. God isn’t a man with a white beard. That’s Santa! Instead it’s a sense of all of us being connected is some great sphere. We come and go as humans back into the space of spirit. I haven’t figured out why we do that yet. So far anything I’ve heard doesn’t make much sense to me so I have to keep looking for that answer. I do feel connected as a whole to everything, not just people but animals and plants. I suppose it explains why I talked to the last Christmas tree we had in the house. Every day I told it I was sorry but thanks for the Christmas cheer. I am not having a live tree again by the way! I haven’t quit killing bugs but I do apologize every time I squish one. Sometimes I catch them and free them outdoors. I pray for road kill when I see it. Okay, maybe this is too much information. My point is that I feel like everything is one. I’m not perfect with that thought but it is what I am choosing to accept as my belief.