In the area where I live, new age spirituality seems to be trendy these days. I am not trendy. In fact, I have always actively gone in the opposite direction of what is popular. Tolerating followers is not in my personal handbook.

However, I am also not on the same wave length as traditional religions either. Recently I realized that I never have been, despite being required to attend church services three times a week from birth, not counting mother’s lectures on scripture on the off-church days, words that felt so meaningless they echoed off the boned walls of my skull and bounced right out of my ears.

It just never felt right to me, the way Christian religion was taught. Something was wrong. I thought it was me. What else could it be? Like I said, I’m just not a follower.

I admit to being ignorant about my family’s religion. I just couldn’t get it. It did not resonate in my belly at all. You know what I’m talking about. It’s that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that tells you unequivocally if something is true or not.

For the record, I believe wholeheartedly in God, Jesus, the stories of Moses and Noah…but, something in the delivery of the message was not right. It was skewed. There were too many holes. Going to church began to feel like being on a carnival tilt-a-whirl with loose bolts.

It would take something drastic, supernatural even, to help me find the truth and balance. And, that’s exactly what happened. Something supernatural.

It was around twelve years ago. That’s how long it has taken me to feel even somewhat comfortable talking about it. Details aren’t really important. In fact, details would only distract from what is important. I will tell you this much. What I saw, which occurred directly in front of me within arm’s reach, is something most people would never believe. If I hadn’t seen it for myself I would not believe it either! And yet it happened.

For some time I thought it must have been a symptom of too much stress. Maybe I had a schizophrenic episode. But, I am not schizophrenic and I did not ever experience anything else like that either before or after that single event. I went through months and months of doubting what I had seen. Yet the image was so vivid and easy to recall in my memory.

Eventually, I made the decision to do some research. Where would I begin? What terms should I look up? I had no idea. But, I had to start somewhere. It did not take long to find what I was looking for. I’d never heard of it before, but others had.

Still not ready to talk about it, not sure if I would ever be, I did quiet research for years. The path of this research is what ultimately guided me towards the truth I’d been seeking about the religion I was taught, and the truth of what Jesus actually taught during his time here on earth.

That single experience lasted less than ten seconds, yet it reshaped my perception of everything I thought I knew. It made me think deeply about what really matters to me and how I will choose to live the rest of my life.

This blog documents the way I see the world now with new eyes.