Can you see it now?

In posting my second entry, I queried about how personal I should get in such a public forum.  Well... I think I'll take it "step by step" rather than a huge leap!


Let me take you into the unseen realm of my past, and paint a picture of a wonderful memory with my words to make it a present reality for you....



When I was four years old it was apparent to my family that I had been given the gift of drawing , and to play music by ear.  I spent hours and hours drawing portraits and caricatures, as well as playing little tunes I heard on the piano.  My parents were always so amused, and encouraged me to do more.

It was that same year, 1963, that I had an extraordinary experience in our backyard.  For the first time in my young life I "walked" into what Bill Johnsons' wife, Beni, calls "a thin place"  (www.happyintercessor.com).  It's a place where the membrane between two dimensions are so thin that they disappear.  I walked "into" the place where the "unseen" and the "seen" occupied the same space at the same time....heaven and earth co mingled together.

Out of nowhere a powerful yet gentle voice audibly spoke to me. I remember looking up at my mother as she hung our sheets out to dry on a beautiful sunny summer morning to see if she heard the voice, but she merely continued her duties. I looked down and in my clenched little fist was a beautiful sapphire blue stone. I remember how fresh smelling, clean and white the sheets were; staring at the bluest sky I can remember to date; and how mesmerizing that blue faceted stone was. I hid that experience away like a secret between two childhood friends.

Later on, when I was in my twenties I had a similar experience when I was at one of the lowest points in my life.  The memory of that summer day came back to me like awakening from a dream...straining to remember every detail of that moment. 

What was spoken to me was very personal, yet it has remained with me all these years to guide and comfort me.  I know Who that voice belongs to...I've known Him for 30 years now and His words are still echoing and calling out to me to remember.

The experience changed me forever.  I have never been able to be satisfied with only the things I can see...but I have relentlessly pursued, almost compulsively pursued, the unseen dimension where ALL things are conceived.

So there it is.... my first step in bringing out of obscurity an "unseen" memory.  Can you see it now?