I like the article I've linked here. It humanises things. And maybe it could show some people that they don't need to be so mean to each other in the name of God because even an Archbishop can have questions.
The God or G.O.D. as I sometimes refer to it, is within and around us. G.O.D is the Grand Orchestrated Design. Here is a little of my 'design' for you.
Remember when I was talking last week (on Facebook) about my healing being called Hand of Christ?
In a nutshell, someone came to me and told me that when I forget who I am, I am the cross that is shaped like this (demonstrating a cross that was long and fluted out slightly at the ends) - I was a bit taken aback. Then I went off to Australia, meditated and was told by Christ in my meditation to go shopping. When I went shopping I was gifted a cross by a jeweller. Worth AUD $80. A stranger.
(There is another layer to this story which makes it even more compelling, but I will leave that for another time.)
I get home to New Zealand, and in the course of my healing one day, a lady asked me what it was called and the guides told me it was called 'Hand of Christ'.
For me this was not necessarily helpful - I already have to explain energy healing to sceptics who don't understand how someone can wave their hand and release pain in a moment, and Christians who sometimes like to believe their Jesus is white, neatly packaged as a deceased and resurrected carpenter who, although they want him to return, could only return as a neatly packaged white carpenter belonging to their Church, or else he is not real and anyone 'claiming him' or claiming to 'be him' (which I am not) without the umbrella of their particular church might be a bad guy.
This is why I believe it's the illumination of kindness within us that is the Saviour of the World, I think if Christ showed up, people might tear him apart and pop him in tiny jars (just like they do with relics) so they could have a piece of him. Or worse, lock him up. Apparently there is a mental asylum in Jerusalem for people who think they are Christ.
Well, if you're still with me after all that.... the other Friday when I 'came out' on FB, I didn't tell you that I had painted a healing hand with hearts on it the day before and my Thursday client saw it, and said "Deb, that's the hand of Christ right there."
(I was being doubtful about my artwork, so haven't shared it with you - I told you I still need to get over myself.) That client triggered the coming out of the closet thing on Friday and Friday brought a major gift.
Friday went like this.....
Me: Coming out of closet, then leaving FB and getting on with the day. Tentatively thinking I may have left a small can of worms and challenging stuff open on FB, I saw some clients, then my 3pm lady arrived. She had been referred to me.
Her session was fairly huge and amazing and just toward the end (obviously in context), I found myself telling her that my healing was called Hand of Christ, the way the name showed up, the gifted cross and that today felt a bit special because I had come 'out of the closet' on Facebook.
My client wrote down her email address so I could add her to my newsletter list. And as I looked at it, I recognised the business name and my eyebrows almost went into my hairline. A huge rush of energy followed.
She just looked at me.
I explained her that through all this journey I had also been asked to write a very special book. And that I was guided to go to a particular shop in Auckland to buy a journal to write it in (it was handmade, leather, horrifically expensive and Italian) and at the time of purchase, the lady who sold it to me said, "this is a VERY special book, what are you doing with it?" and I had said, 'I feel silly saying this, but I have been asked to write a kind of modern day Gospel of Christ for 'normal' people, whomever and whatever they are.'
The deja vu feeling hit both of us at the same time.
We looked at each other in recognition and amazement as massive energy and the penny dropped for both of us.
On the day I came out on Facebook....? My 3pm client was the lady who SOLD me the book!
Sometimes I just shake my head, but apparently I am supposed to nod and get on with it.
Whatever 'it' is.