The Day I Found Peace in Heaven
This is how it all started ….
Today, I sat down and reflected upon what I consider to be my most beautiful experience. I meditated on the day that I felt peace for the very first time. Many years ago, I was going through an excruciating period of time. Problems followed me everywhere I turned. I believed that I could not hold onto things or people because of dueling forces within me. It became customary to suffer.
One Sunday, around seven o’clock in the morning, I found myself at my mother’s house in my country of Guatemala with the greatest sorrow I had ever known. I was making the final arrangements to close a business that I had poured ten years worth of time, money and work into. The unbearable pain led me to the rooftop of the house, dropped to my knees and begged God to help. Suddenly, I felt a powerful urge to run down to the living room and turn on the television. The screen glowed brightly as I caught the last part of a seminar announcement for “The Power of Prayer”. This is the day that I will always remember as the day I found peace in Heaven.
The next day I called the number that was listed in the announcement and asked for more information. I was given an address and was told that the event would begin that very evening. The spiritual seminar lasted for five days, beginning on Monday and ending on Friday with each session lasting five hours. I was deeply exhausted from closing my business, processing my father’s recent death and moving through a painful divorce but I mustered every ounce of energy I had left. I needed answers as to why all of this was happening to me. I had asked God in prayer for help and I had to be strong but by Wednesday I was disappointed and bewildered. I had not received any answers yet. Each day I had thought: “Today God will put someone on my path who will give me all of the answers I need.”
Throughout the previous days of the seminar I had so much mental turmoil. I desperately wanted some sort of magical event to occur. Perhaps an evangelical happening where someone would speak tongues and deliver a prophecy. I wanted to hear that things were going to change and that I would be okay.My expectations were in vain. Nothing was happening the way I expected. On the contrary, the facilitator was telling us that God is energy. That there is a God who listens to us and responds. For me, that was not true. I knew God to be very far away and that I had to be a blessed person for God to hear me. I had heard somewhere that God does not have time for sinners and I had grown up believing that I had an Original sin. That I was not perfect.
I did not understand what the facilitator was talking about. He spoke about energy in the Universe. He told us that it listens to you and can help you. He spoke of a conscious Universe, of having power within us, of a good God, and that His kingdom was within us. The man was saying that we are creators and that we have to claim our power. I thought it was blasphemy. I had learned to be nobody for God. To suffer and die of pain. That life is the way it is. Thinking of it now, I cry. I mourn the self that was filled with so much ignorance. That fateful Wednesday, I almost left and never returned. Yet, something stopped me as if I was rooted to the chair. As if a magnet anchored me there throughout the rest of the day’s long session.
I returned on Thursday with the same confusion and anxieties. I had paid for the seminar and wanted to make the most of my money so I arrived early. I looked for a place away from other people where I could cry and talk to God. The facilitator began with a meditation. I had known about meditations but not in the way that I was about to experience. I remember being so tired of my life that I closed my eyes, relaxed and asked for rest and peace. I began releasing, putting down my heavy load without judgement. Nothing was essential to me. I just wanted peace.
I began relaxing so much that I somehow slipped into another reality. I embarked on a journey. My body was very light, almost as if I had wings that I could spread and simply fly away. I continued to travel upward until I reached a stable, white place with many clouds. They were sturdy and I was able to walk on them. The temperature was perfect, there was no heat or cold, and I perceived that time didn't exist at all. But above all else, there was peace… peace that I had never experienced in my entire life. A very gentle voice in my head said: “This peace and calm that you feel, it is what you are looking for. Yes, it exists.” I knew that it was a celestial voice. Suddenly, I began to hear noises in the distance, which were becoming more and more precise. I realized that I was returning to my present place and began to feel my body again. Even now, I am not sure how to describe it. For several minutes I held onto the peace after finishing the meditation until I rocketed back to reality.
Scared, I got up and began asking people if they had seen or experienced the same thing as me. Most said: “No”. Others looked at me like I had been having a drug induced experience. But then one person hugged me and whispered in my ear: “Don't ask anymore. It was your experience. You need to enjoy it. Keep it and don't ask anybody anymore. You will have many more experiences that will be similar and some that will be different. You will see.”
For the next three or four years, I tried to replicate the meditation. I was like a fish looking for the ocean without realizing that I was already swimming in water. Although I struggled, this search brought knowledge and answers to my questions. I received more information than I could have ever imagined. Time passed and one day I asked God for the right class or seminar to help me heal. Something permanent that would offer fast results without pain. I wanted to define my healing practice. I had put so much effort into developing my gifts but I had no name for what it was that I was doing. I had been told that it was Psychic Scanning because I used my hands to scan people and do psychic readings but that hadn’t felt fitting.
After three days a magazine fell into my hands which contained an interview with a person from Australia who spoke about a technique, ThetaHealing®. I knew that I had asked for this sign. After the first class I fell in love with the modality. Guided meditation takes you deep into Theta, a state of consciousness that allows for healing. I discovered that Theta was the arrived place of peace, transcendent of time, with a perfect climate and infinite harmony. I was speechless. I had found a way back to this beautiful place that I could access at any time from any headspace. I spent days in a trance state. I felt that God had shown me that with this meditation that things inevitably improve and become well. It is possible to make changes in our lives and that we can reclaim our power. As co-creators we can manifest beautiful things in our lives. From all of this I have learned that life will always have its drawbacks but we can be better prepared to pursue solutions when we have more knowledge and ways in which to connect with our faith.