I have been urged to write about the content of my visions by people and by God for many, many years. I had two major objections to such an action on my part: first, I assumed people would come after me with pitchforks and lighted torches because of my blatant insanity; and, second, I was overwhelmed by the challenge of having to “translate” the vision into English.
This latter challenge was most acute when it came to my visions on the structure of souls. It wasn’t so much the problem that souls are unseen; psychiatrists have been describing unseen aspects of us, things like the id and ego, for quite a while.
But there was something so intangible about the soul, so evanescent, that I feared for a long time that I could not even describe it all even to myself. Time went by. Lessons continued. And finally I managed to grasp in my hands the light that is God in us, the soul.
I came to “see” that the soul was like a glass aquarium, only it wasn’t used to house fish, it was like the time when aquariums were used to contain small gardens of Eden. At one time, people would pour soil and other things into the glass house, and then use that base in which to grow plants.
It was the perfect analogy for me. Our souls do have a container, and a fragile one at that. And I came to like comparing the basic soil in what was called a terrarium to our life experiences. All of them.
I think this is where a whole lot of people go wrong in understanding their relationship with God. All of us have good and bad experiences. All of us do the wrong thing from time-to-time. Some Christians react to such behavior with a raised hand and a glint of wrong passion in their eyes, and condemn the sinner.
For me, it is how we treat all our actions that determines how healthy our souls are. What do we make of our successes? Our failures? Our boredom? If we can take from each and every moment of our lives a reason for living, a impetus to grow, an understanding of the universe in which we live, then our experiences enrich the soil, the basis of our lives.
If we, on the other hand, become bitter and resentful at what we have experienced in our lives, then our soil becomes acrid, and ceases to feed our lives. We become increasingly soulless. And we lose the light that belongs in our souls, the light that sustains us, the light that leads us through life to God.
As the light fades in an unhealthy soul, there arises an urgent need to find more light. One place to find light is in another person. This is where actions like rape come from: the desperate need to feed one’s soul its life-sustaining force.
And, worse, this is the time when a person can reach out to evil. Evil can provide a sense of camaraderie, of a community, of stimulation to a soul that is failing. And the acts of evil can then, in turn, give a false sense of reason to be to the soul turned bitter.
I have long found it interesting that there are so many differences in the structure of souls of the evil. Perhaps there are even an infinite variety in their expressions. However, the healthy soul has little variation. The garden of Eden still exists there — God and man in perfect harmony and unity.
I will write more on this subject as time goes by.