I come to you with a message and know I am the vessel for this greatness I have found. To appreciate the words I speak, you must hear my story. I am no more special than you, if anything, I crawl out of the darkness covered in mud and despair. Through my desperation, I prayed for something to bring me peace inside. Full of anxiety and fear, I walked through my days a shell of a person. In my desperation, I decided to try and verbalize my need for help. After all, I had nothing else to try because nothing else had helped relieve my pain and anguish. I prayed out loud every day at least five times a day, “May the grace of God shine down on me”. I began to search in other people for my answers but I could not talk to anyone without crying. Communicating my thoughts was a challenge because I couldn’t identify with what I was feeling. I knew that I had lost my motivation to live. I couldn’t be with other people yet I couldn’t be alone. My body shook all the time from the anxiety that became a part of my everyday life. I had a difficult time getting through the moment, let alone the day.
I was going through treatment for breast cancer, addiction
and divorce all at the same time. My
life was at a crossroads with little hope down any path. It was all I could do to get up in the
morning and make myself go to work. The
only thing that kept me going were my children who needed their mother.
The next morning, I felt a presence around me that began
talking to me. I was told to write a
book with the title “In the Mind of Something Greater”. On March 16, 2013 I began writing what I
heard in my head and knew that what I wrote was my responsibility to share with
others. The voice was strong in my mind and it gave me knowledge that I could
not have acquired by myself. It wakes me
up in the middle of the night with the urgency to write with no consistency to
when this will happen or for how long I will write. My
writing changes as my awareness grows.
“I”, “We” and “You” are all used interchangeably. There are times in my writing that I cannot
do anything but write and when I go back to read it “you” is written regardless
of my attempts to keep this information just about me. There are times that the voice inside my head
becomes so strong, my words are written from the “I” perspective when the
information is from Something Greater than myself.
This is my journey into the other worlds through desperation
and hope that there is Something Greater out there. I see changes in my understanding of what the
darkness and the light is inside of all of us.
The evil is the fear that turns into the ability to intentionally take
away another person’s ability to grow.
To repress another person’s progress is the greatest of all sins and the
fear turns into a cesspool of misery for all those involved.
I have learned that the world around me responds to my
thoughts and feelings and will travel through space and time in attempts to
create whatever I think and feel. The
times I question why things are happening to me and think someone else has done
something harmful to me, I find lessons in these experiences with a greater
understanding as to why things occurred the way they did for me. I have learned that sometimes things were
taken from me so I could replace them with a new found understanding for who I
am becoming. My reflections of the
things that have occurred have turned into a sadness of what I was and what I
am no longer and at the same time, I find a new appreciation for what I am
becoming.
Without the darkness, I could not see the light. I had to reach up from this darkness of
despair to find that the light of happiness was always there. I struggle on a daily basis to understand
this new level of awareness. I am
accepting that I will not be able to comprehend the greatness of the source
that lies within me. It is difficult at
times for me to understand why this knowledge was given to a scared and
miserable person such as myself. What I
have inside my thoughts and emotions bursts from my pores to share with
others. I catch myself thinking of what
others will say about what I write and I remind myself that I cannot carry who
they are inside and they have their own journey to walk.
My disagreements with others are turning into the truth of
who I am and the freedom of this knowledge brings me to a new understanding
about myself. I am humbled through this
process with gratitude that brings me a strength from what lies inside. I see the pain that others experience as
their journey with the ability to give them a new understanding through my
words. I find that as I speak the truth
to others, the words activate something inside of them to find what they seek
as well. I now know that it is in all of
us and it is my responsibility to give pieces of my strength to those who will
listen. I have been given a gift that I
must share. I am opening the blinds to
my eyes with caution so that it does not overwhelm me with the light as I share
what has been given to me.