“It is a radical commitment to try to remember who we are in a world that does all it can, every moment of every day, to persuade us that we are who we really aren’t and that we aren’t who we really are.”
…. Marianne Williamson, Tears to Triumph.
Sometime last year, I was driving along on a country road, listening to music I can’t recall now, and thinking about nothing in particular other than enjoying the day. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I had an overwhelming feeling that a golden white light was enveloping me. As I was observing this on a sensory level, I heard a voice say–remember who you are. It was so clear that it jarred me. My conscious self kept an eye on the road while my soul became immersed in those four words—remember who you are. It was like the Biblical story of Saul falling off his horse and being engulfed in a heavenly light, and hearing the voice of Jesus. This revelation came out of the blue. I wasn’t thinking about it. It just happened. Then I realized I was being given a gift, for in that exact moment an aspect of me emerged into that light and I knew exactly who I was and why I was here on a most profound level.
The truth of that message was more empowering than anything I had experienced before. In that moment, I felt loved and protected. I knew I wasn’t alone then, had never been alone and never would be alone. I was excited at the prospect of the work ahead and vowed that nothing and no one was going to keep me from my soul’s mission. I would no longer be influenced by what I perceived to be limitations imposed on me by those with their own issues that had nothing to do with me.
It was a transformational moment. I thought about The I of the Storm, by Gary Simmons, which became the pattern for a class I took at Unity many years ago. Its premise became more relevant than ever before: “ . . . to awaken you to the Truth that there is only one presence and power at work in your life, and that this presence and power lives in you as the Spirit of God. For this reason no one or nothing can be against you.” That last sentence was always problematic for me, but at that moment in the car, I understood and felt its truth. I was embracing the love of the universe.