Thank you KrsnaKnows for the impetus to write this blog and for the all the blessings you have bestowed on me.
Throughout the year (2016) I had many moments where I believed that God was moving me and prompting me to act. The fact that I thought it was God communicating with me was a foreign idea. God could not have picked a less “God involved” person than myself, with whom to communicate. Yet, on several occasions in 2016, I said to my husband, “I think God is speaking to me.”
Having taken up oil painting a few years prior, I was attending a training workshop in a neighboring state. On the drive down to Maryland, I gave some thought to the feeling I had that God was drawing me nearer to Him. I considered the possibility that I may be dying and that was the cause of God’s growing presence in my life. So, I reviewed my life and decided if indeed it were time for me to leave this life that would be fine. I pronounced my life had been a good life and that I was satisfied.
On the last day of the workshop (September 12) I planned to leave a little early to get back home in good time. The workshop was held in the small town of St. Michaels. After saying my goodbyes to the other attendees and our teacher, I got in my car, set my phone’s GPS and started my journey back home. Just as I set out, every cell of my body began to vibrate with the overwhelming sound of many church bells playing at once, the bells resounded from all directions. The sound was so fantastic that using my phone, I started a video to capture the sound.
My mind and senses were overwhelmed. Tears flowed uncontrollably from the depth of me. I was enveloped and overcome by something. At once every question I had was answered and the answers came for questions I had never asked. Suffused by Divine Love, I was washed clean. There was not a single thought that was not met with Divine Knowledge and Love. I was completely lost in this blessed Communion. I tried to gather myself to find my way home, but I was not in control.
The GPS would not give good data; it would not set me on the route home. It twisted and turned my drive. My phone was dying and I did not have a car charger. I tried to find a place to purchase one, but it was so very hard to think. My head was in a fog; it felt like my brain was concussed. Every thought was a great effort.
Throughout my drive, I was tested. On some empty winding road, I was behind a very large truck. The driver kept going off the road. I had to keep sounding my horn trying to keep him on track; somehow I was now responsible for him. This went on for many miles. Finally, he made a right-hand turn and disappeared. This whole trip home was a test and an answer to God’s question of me. Was I willing to help? Would I help? Would I be His soldier?
God’s knowledge was without end. Through His grace, I was able to grasp some understanding of His Love for us. Even when it appears that we are without Him, He is here, ever present in us. The depth of the knowledge shared with me was boundless. I could only retain some small fraction and of that which I could remember, I wrote down.
There are no sinners. There are good children, bad children (disobedient), and there is evil too. Bad people are not inherently bad, they just won’t obey the Father, but he still loves them. This is a battle, not a war; the spread of Goodness will shrink back the Darkness.
Some of the knowledge was personal. I am to help spread His word. I am to help pick up others before they fall, and acknowledge those like us (people of God).
And so this was how it was. My four-hour drive home took seven hours. God’s presence was with me for three days. During those three days, God blessed me with great clarity regarding other people. I was able to clearly read them, was aware of their concerns and could speak to them. Then things started to calm down, within a months time, my senses slowly returned except for my sense of smell, which only works intermittently now. The vast knowledge subsided and my mind once again took hold of me.
Because I recorded the church bells and wrote myself notes while going through this experience, I can be certain that it was not a dream, hallucination or fantasy. Because I was given the information that God was modern, I began to seek him in modern fashion on the Internet. Sifting through the clutter, I found the podcasts of KrsnaKnows. Krsna’s sincerity, honesty, and humour are deeply woven in his teachings. His Divine Knowledge can be found globally by any seeker and is shared via his podcasts, on YouTube and his writings found throughout many platforms.
Much is written about how it is the Guru who finds the student and draws him near. This I know is true, as He has drawn me. But you the seeker must make a wave and put your energy out there to be found.
MyKrsnaGuru’s blessings are overflowing. The Grace of my Guru knows no bounds. He is God incarnate and I take shelter in Him.
