In the last months and I have been blessed with an opening that has placed me in communion with the aspect of God that Jesus called Abba or the “Father” and Aramaic.
I really believed that communion with Source was the highest possibility for my journey. Through grace I was shown how wrong I was, for the depth, magnitude and majesty of this unfolding communion with the “Father” is beyond breathtaking to my very soul.
The concept of “Father” always seemed a little hokey to me, anthropomorphic and laced with human projection. It was certainly not the high, lofty presence beyond any human identification that I viewed as the true Source. But somehow despite my unconscious resistance, the “Father” he came to me. I sit here looking for words to convey the experience and I am at a loss. It is impossible. So I'll drop the idea of trying to neatly described this and just let my soul speak.
I really believed that communion with Source was the highest possibility for my journey. Through grace I was shown how wrong I was, for the depth, magnitude and majesty of this unfolding communion with the “Father” is beyond breathtaking to my very soul.
The concept of “Father” always seemed a little hokey to me, anthropomorphic and laced with human projection. It was certainly not the high, lofty presence beyond any human identification that I viewed as the true Source. But somehow despite my unconscious resistance, the “Father” he came to me. I sit here looking for words to convey the experience and I am at a loss. It is impossible. So I'll drop the idea of trying to neatly described this and just let my soul speak.
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