My Trip to the Buddhist Temple
March 31, 2019
Today Colleen and I went to a Buddhist temple in Florida. As we went in and sat down I began to talk to God about why I was there. Almost immediately, I knew something was happening to me. My eyes were closed shut and my fingertips were touching. I was aware that each of my fingers was representing one of my five common senses. When I put the least bit of pressure on a pair of touching fingertips, that particular sense would transport me through a lifetime of that sense, at a very fast pace. I could if I wanted to, stop and reflect.
After I went through the five senses on each finger, I immediately started to get a slight, but definitive pain in my palm. I knew this indicated that my other many senses were requiring attention, but not more than the five. If I gave proper awareness of them, to myself, they would serve me better, as I progress with consistency. It felt like a long while. I felt my fingers were starting to misshape and become more crooked. I was aware of my anxiety about this, but chose not to open my eyes. I just told myself I’d have to straighten those out later. A metaphor for something, I’m sure. Then, my hands started to tilt downward to my right side and I thought I was about to drop something out of my hands. My immediate instinct was to try to catch what was falling. I opened my eyes ever so slightly, and saw that I was standing over water and lotus flowers in huge abundance. They were falling out of my hands. I opened my eyes wider to see where they would flow.
Across from me, I could see young children, gray, dark, ashy, void of color, everything looked black, gray, and soiled white. Closer to me, as I turned to my right, I could see the flowers floating into their reach. As they did, the colors were floating into their whole being. I stood farther back to see the whole view and there were children eating good and plentiful food. I sat there in my chair and I just started to cry. This was so beautiful to me. It felt like God letting me know that He was truly blessing me wherever I am, whoever I’m with, and whatever I’m doing. I was also aware that He will show me where I can do the same - where I can be His hands and His feet. Surely, where He turns ashes into beauty. This was an incredible morning for me. I love you, Jesus. Thank you.
