The Veil Is Thinner Than We Know

Over the last 4 years, I have had several very spiritual experiences.
I've talked about them, but I haven't been writing them down. So this is the beginning.
I must write them down, because if I don't, they may be lost forever someday. 
And I don't ever want to forget. 
I don't want anyone to forget, that I KNEW.

Sometimes in the early summer of 2020, I found a TikTok video of a choir practicing in an auditorium I recognized. I had practiced for all state choir in that school auditorium. 
The song they were singing was ethereal and beautiful. It touched the deepest part of me, recognizing the sound but knowing I had never heard it before.
So I dug through the comment section, desperate to find the name of the piece.
It was written and directed by man named Eric Whitaker.
The name is Lux Aurumque.
Mr. Whitaker created a virtual choir, where people all over the world sang and filmed their parts Acapella, then submitted them online. Mr. Whitaker and his team went through every submission and worked whatever technological voodoo they had to in order to create a virtual choir.
The sound was nothing less than pure magic.
I went out and sat on the patio looking east. It was getting on towards dusk and the eastern sky had that foggy periwinkle color creeping up the sky from the horizon.
I put my earbuds in and pressed play.
What happened next is probably the most deeply spiritual experience I have ever had.
As the music began to fill my head, I literally saw the heavens open to the east. 
Legion of beings came forth and kept coming. They surrounded me and I knew who some of them were. My dad and his ancestral family were there, and I believe my mother's family was as well 
But what has never left my mind was that the Father stood on my right and my Mother stood to my right.
I was shaking and crying and I reached out my left hand. She stopped me by saying that I couldn't touch her or they would have to leave, that they didn't want to leave yet. 
So I sat there. 
I FELT rather than saw all of this. But I know it happened.
I will forever be grateful for this singular moment. What a gift. To be given that precious moment where I could SEE, even if it was only with my spiritual eyes...
Words fail to be descriptive enough for the emotions that flooded through me. 

While this was probably the most spiritual experience I have had, I do have several others. I intend to write them each. 
Because remembering that I am still important enough to experience something so very special is a humbling honor. 
One I will always be grateful beyond words for.

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