Faith.
For some reason I was blessed with a deep faith in God and Jesus. I have a close connection with the spirit world, the ascended masters and the angelic realm. Since I was a child I’ve had this connection. It’s something that’s always been there and it’s something I don’t know how to describe except to say it’s a knowing. I just know he exists.
It’s true I was raised in an Irish Catholic family, which would make you assume that’s where my deep faith comes from. Actually it doesn’t. Being Catholic gave me the tools I needed to learn and develop, but my foundation was already laid before I came into this world.
There was a very short time when I doubted that God existed. I was taking a mandatory philosophy class in college and suddenly a whole new world was opened up to me that not only shook my Catholic upbringing but was cracking my foundation as well. It was a dark and lonely road I needed to travel, the only way I would be able to discover my own personal beliefs away from the influence of the church and my parents.
I came to the light at the end of the dark road and was comforted that I was never really alone on my journey, Jesus and my guardian angels were with me the entire time, providing comfort and love, yet giving me the space I needed.
Although my beliefs about organized religion have changed, my belief in God has not. In my darkest hour, I am not alone. I feel love. I feel comforted.
I don’t know how people who don’t believe in God – or a higher power – get through difficult times. What do they hold onto? Do they really believe they walk alone?
They ask me how I know God exists. What proof do I have? I don’t need proof. I know, deep down inside of me, that he is real. I don’t know specifics, but I know his love.
They say: If there was a God why is there so much hate, loneliness, sickness and war? Hate, loneliness, sickness and war come from humans, not from God. I believe people learn compassion, forgiveness, healing and love from these things. When terrorists flew planes into the World Trade Centers, the phone calls made weren’t about hate; they were about love, people reaching out to tell their families they love them. After the buildings collapsed, people of all colours, races, and nationalities came together to help. It was a time of bonding, of love, and of healing.
In times of distress comes hope; in times of loss comes comfort; in times of sickness comes healing. God is love. It’s all he knows. Only love is real. When you’re confronted with something other than love, look closely at it and find the truth behind the action. Perhaps someone is acting out because of fear? loneliness? hopelessness?
How do I know God is real? Witnessing the miracle of child birth; watching nature unfold: trees budding, grass growing, flowers blooming, birds flying to and fro, butterflies migrating…
I am comforted in knowing that I am surrounded by benevolent beings that are here to help me, console and comfort me, and to guide me. I am blessed to believe in a higher power – for me that higher power is God and this belief helps me through the dark times.
I know I never walk alone.
Creativity is the calling of the soul 