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The Language of God
by Katelyn Mariah
She awoke within a dreamlike landscape that was unfamiliar and yet so familiar.
The ground beneath her feet felt like water and as she looked down she could see
a face reflected in the mirror like surface. Shimmering light shined from the waterblue
eyes that gazed at her. They drew her in and she stepped into them. Within a tunnel
of sparkling, glowing, pulsing light she went forward as she moved closer to a radiance
so bright she could barely look at it. As she reach the place of brightness, she
was transported into the unknown beauty of all that is. Through the Eye of God into
the landscape of God's Love. From that vantage point she was able to look back at
her self and see as God saw and the world was filled with beauty.
Who am I to think that I know who God is? To be able to describe the indescribable
is an impossible task. We all experience God in different ways and it is all universal.
For weeks I have been wanting to write this article about God, but nothing came.
Does that mean that God is nothing. Does it mean that I know nothing about God? Or
is the concept of God so big that I can't get my mind around it. I empty the contents
of my brain and there is nothing and I wonder "have I now discovered God?"
God is all and God is nothing. I reach my connection to God through the portal of
my heart. From my heart there are no words, only sensations, deep knowing, imagination,
a touch, a whisper and ancient chant.
When I was a child, I was told that God created everything thing. The thought challenged
my little girl mind and I began removing things one by one, the birds, the animals,
the trees, the earth, the sky, the stars, the sun and the moon, to see if that would
lead me to God. In my mind everything was gone. Then I would say, " this is
impossible, if everything is gone, where is God! It confused me and I sat in wonder,
looking up into the sky.
That was many years ago. Today I am still saying" Where is God? What is God?
And what am I in relationship to God. The questions still challenge me as an adult.
My adult mind is more expansive and yet I still can't get my mind around the concept
of God.
I think of an acronym for the word God. Grace Of Divine. It is comforting to think
of God, as grace, for grace is the energy of pure Love. I have seen grace as it poured
down from the heavens onto a crowd of worshipers in a church in Mexico. A numinous,
barely perceivable, liquid light falling on me, permeating my cells and telling me
that God is real. God is real, in me and all around me.
There is a language of God that is liquid light, the language of symbol, metaphor,
image, music and poetry. When God whispers, we listen. We know it is God because
our skin rises up in little prickles, dancing on the surface and we feel we have
been touched by truth. When God touches me my skin dances and I cry. The liquid light
of God is all around us and all that is required to receive this gift is only to
BREATHE.
There is only Love.
There is only love
when I take in a breath of air
and fill my lungs I connect with all that is
and in an instant I am blessed.
There is only love
shimmering on the edge of a rainbow
as the colors meld and dance together
rejoicing the return of the sun.
There is only Love
in the hand of a stranger grasping tightly
with Sorrow filled eye and hungry belly
hoping you will share your abundance.
There is only Love
on the wing of an Eagle freed from near extinction
soaring above us from a higher prospective
ready to experience the harvest.
There is only Love
in the sound of a bird song a symphony of music
rising like a curtain in the sky
as she welcomes the dawn of a new day.
There is only love
in the trail of dust left by a shooting star
as it crosses the sky
before my awefilled eyes in the darkness.
There is only Love
a numinous, barely perceivable, liquid light
pouring down from heaven
a gift from God to help us remember
that there is only Love...
As I went to the save function on my computer to save my document a sing songy techno
voice came from my computer and sang “Alert--it is not my fault. Replacing existing
‘God.’ " I sat in front of the screen dumbfounded and laughed until I cried.
Katelyn Mariah BFA, MA, LICSW, is a visionary artist and writer who explores the
expression of the Divine in her creative work. To view her art work and find out
more about the author, visit her web site at www.katelynmariah.com
Copyright (c) 2002 Katelyn Mariah
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