Submitted by Damos Kniat on
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As we approach the New Year - consider this author's experience...
The God plane has sometimes been described as the Ocean of Love and Mercy. Initially, this designation led me to believe that God actually was the Ocean of Love and Mercy -- a vast, luminous celestial sea brimming with love, goodwill, forgiveness, and kindness. I assumed my spiritual goal was to reach it and dwell there forever in a state of blissful God awareness. However, as almost always seems to happen with anything in the higher worlds, my mental assumption was partially accurate and at the same time widely off the mark.
What began to broaden my outlook was an early experience I had in pursuit of my goal to reach the God plane. The master and I were traveling through the inner worlds, rising as sparks of consciousness through subtle realms of light, power, and sound. We arrived at a plane made up of trillions and trillions of other sparks, all moving in harmony and exuding the sound of the HU. Seen together this mass of bright souls indeed looked like an ocean in dazzling sunlight, yet at that point I realized the image was meant consciousness. It was my impression that it symbolized the state in which souls are directly impacted by the love of God. Nothing I could discern stood between these souls and the purest emanation from God, the divine light and sound.
The ocean symbolism made me think of the other worlds -- the planes below the God world -- as filters that mute and dilute Divine Spirit like ocean water diminishes sunlight the deeper one goes. All souls exist in the same ocean, yet those souls that dwell near the top in the "direct impact zone" are completely aware of their relationship with God and Spirit, while the other souls are less so, depending the level of purity at which they partake of the light and sound.
In subsequent experiences, there were numerous times where I would rise in the company of a spiritual master through realms of increasing brightness until I broke through and found myself on an ocean surface.
One day in my spiritual exercise, after asking again to be taken to the God plane, my third eye opened a crack to give me a view into space. It was black and filled with stars and moons. I exited through the opening and crossed the field of stars until it turned into a liquid that bubbled with white and red spheres like blood cells incirculation. After drifting upward through the liquid for some time, I thrust through the surface and found myself floating in a vast ocean with the master at my side.
At first it looked somewhat overcast, but then I saw a strong light in the sky above. It grew larger as I focused on it; however, when I tried to lift off towards it, I couldn't. Stop resisting, the master told me. Obediently I relinquished the resistance I hadn't even known I'd had, letting it drain into the ocean. Then I was lifted out of the "water" and carried up towards the light like a little golden figurine in an invisible, giant hand.
The light above me grew into an enormous disk filling most of the sky from horizon to horizon. It was a warm, hazy yellow and orange. While I gazed at it, rapt, it unexpectedly spoke to me -- not in words but in a communication of direct knowingness.
"My son . . .” it said.
With this communication a wave of love swept over me such as I'd never known. It was like the greatest, most tender love of a parent for their child. At that moment of ecstasy, peace, relief, and gratefulness, I knew I was truly a child of God. It was an indelibly memorable experience, yet it also begged the question: Does God really look like the sun up in the sky? Were the ancient civilizations that worshipped the sun more highly developed than I thought? Well, I came to the conclusion God does not look like the sun. The image was most likely only a symbol employed to form the human memory of my experience. My guess is that the sun is used as a symbol because it shines on everything in all directions, giving light, life, and warmth equally to all without asking for anything in return. In that sense it is a reflection of God's attribute as the source of Love or Spirit, the divine light and sound. Maybe that's what the ancients were thinking of when they worshipped the sun; it's hard to say.
What can be said is that in reality there are no words or images to describe God.Our mind cannot encompass It, so we make do with these limited symbols. For instance, another symbol would be the image of parent and son. The closest facsimile I could find to describe the love showered upon me was the love a parent has for their child. This love is not at the same level or to the same degree as the divine love God has for us, but the unconditional love we give our children probably comes the closest.
However, in my actual experience the love I received was so overwhelming it defied words. It changed my life. It has stayed with me throughout the years, and it will stay with me for the rest of my existence.
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