“The purpose of life is… to live, simply.” And one can only live by weaving links with all the existences that populate the universe: The Spirits of nature, but also the Angels, the Archangels, all the deities, up to the creator himself who put his life into every being and every thing.
Everything in us and around us keeps telling us about the divine presence. But for humans, it’s extraordinary, it’s not enough; They would want God to come and show himself to them in person! Although in reality, for many, this would not suffice: they arrange to see nothing, to hear nothing, to feel nothing. It would be necessary for God to manifest Himself in the midst of thunder and lightning to break their shells. But he doesn’t. It allows humans to seek in themselves the means to discover it. »
Omraam Mikhail Aivanhov
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The story:
Bitter spiritual memories.
I spent more than twenty years in church. I kept good and bad memories. I have discovered the gospel of Jesus Christ for about five years. He really charmed me.
The church is a place where a Christian morality is given. You learn to love your neighbor. This is where I learned the basics of the true gospel. I said, the basics.
The church has helped me a lot in my studies. She gave me scholarships from elementary school to terminal. It helped me a lot especially when my father died in third grade, because my mother was economically weak.
The church allowed me to make friends, later enemies too. It was then that I began to understand that the church has not only saints. I’ve been through a lot of disappointments. Some have humiliated me because of my poverty. Others have supported me.
To avoid struggles, I abandoned the church. But not faith. I looked for a practical truth, similar to the one I saw in the Gospel of Christ.
This diligent research made me discover transcendental meditation, the Martinism where I was
Severely attacked mystically and mortally by my own initiator. I saw my death in my body withering. My belly became a balloon. Some organs were no longer functioning.
My initiator is powerful. He is the initiator martinist, the last level of this very powerful mystical structure. He’s a Freemason at the last level. He is a great Gnostic priest. He’s elected Cohen. He’s kabbalists. He’s ready for voodoo. I had to learn about Freemasonry, Kabbalah, Gnostic Church, and Essene Yoga, Essene meditation, to save my skin. But no results.
I spent everything. As misfortune accumulates in my life. I lost my material possessions, my soul mate, and my health. Yet I am initiated. I had no money left to spend. I’m on edge.
I began to think about my death, the only son of my poor mother.
My deliverance was not far away. I met some brothers in a car. They talked to me briefly about a group. I made an appointment. I visited. I loved this way of seeing the gospel. It’s convenient. It is the junction of the gesture to the word.
I have been purified from the uncleanness that my initiator has put into my spiritual bodies. I had a spiritual bath and on the same day I dreamed that I beat him to the plate. That’s how I felt progressive improvements. What other spiritual structures have not been able to do.
I grew up spiritually. I discovered who I am spiritually: a spiritual guide, able to help others. That’s exactly why my initiator was going to kill me, not to fulfill my mission. But, the Source let me experience to know the true and the false, the true gospel and the false gospel.
Now I work by helping my siblings, while I have lost friends in my old church in mysterious ways, with a lot of sadness. I wanted to help them, but they think I’m a hardened demon servant. What still hurts me today? Of people I could help. They’re dead and buried.
All these memories push me to propagate the gospel of the power of Christ. I know the results: rejection, backbiting, hatred. But I will continue. This is the mission of every Christian. I take my responsibility. I don’t regret anything. The light shines in all hearts! ……