Angel of Mine

The path of discipleship is one characterized by a series of unfoldments. In its reverse, one can say the same thing as a series of "letting go." The future of well-being may well be hinged upon the understanding that all suffering, pain, illness, sadness, financial strife, and political unrest have the story of one’s unfoldment at its roots. In other words, as we align with the one true self, all suffering for humanity ceases to exist; this is why when we are in meditation, we may have experiences of euphoria – we’ve aligned with a higher state of awareness. While our bodies may experience pains and ailments, we won’t have to suffer. Understanding this concerns the physical body: an illusion and symbol of reality that isn’t oneself.

My unfoldment story is really rather dull. It’s been told all over the world for many thousands of years. The only things unique about my story are time conditions and location. For example, I was born in 1971 in the San Francisco Bay area near Oakland. This is where I was born and raised: a street rat with 80’s parents who divorced and left me homeless for a little while. I bounced around from place to place until I eventually sent myself to college and lived paycheck to paycheck, graduating with my B.A. in Psychology. However, this is my cover story; it doesn’t really say what I was experiencing inwardly, nor the spiritual journey I was about to embark upon.

The first angelic encounter I remember was when I was sixteen. I was contemplating suicide while lying on the bed of my mother’s home; sadly, I was left utterly alone for the holidays. My despair didn’t go unnoticed, however; I saw and felt a beam of divine light flood upon me and through my body. All grieving ceased for that moment as I raptured in the light. My memory was irreversibly damaged. Suddenly, I knew there was more to existence than usual. I began to see myself as something beyond my circumstances.

There was a meditation meeting in the small, modest home of one of my professors in Chico, CA. The year was 1991. I got to know myself through meditation, close bonds with great friends, good vegetarian food, and a little metaphysical study. We stayed together as a meditation group for five years. The dissolution of this group was one of my most heartbreaking experiences. Later, I remembered what I didn’t realize: All the love and exaltation I felt with this group of amazing people was something inside of me. I brought it and kept it with me no matter where I went. However, all the metaphysical study in the world couldn’t have prepared me for the next leg of my spiritual journey.

As you may recall from my first article, Meditation and Me, I talked openly about becoming a psychic medium and unfolding the siddhis or psychic abilities through a one-pointed meditation practice called Spiritual Reading or The Yoga of Synthesis—what I now call deviceless dowsing for spiritual awakening.