I remember the night, and almost the very spot on the hilltop, where my soul opened out, as it were, into the Infinite, and there was a rushing together of tow worlds, the inner and the outer. It was deep calling unto deep- the deep that my own struggle had opened up within being answered by the unfathomable deep without, reaching beyond the stars. I stood alone with Him who had made me, and all the beauty of the world, and love, and sorrow, and even temptation. I did not seek Him, but felt the perfect union of my spirit with His. Since that time no discussion that I have heard of the proofs of God’s existence has been able to shake my faith. Having once felt the presence of God’s spirit. I have never lost it again for long. my most assuring evidence of his existence is deeply rooted in that hour of vision in the memory of that supreme experience. ~a clergyman
when memories of our deepest openings flood our nights, may we remain in awe and compassion for the grace that allowed them in……..
The extremely personal and immediate nature of the transcendent experience described here is what gives it power and force. The clergyman who underwent the moment on the hilltop has no doubt of what he felt, and that remembered feeling represents a kind of truth, a knowledge of his won being and his felt connection to the cosmos. No other person can negate that personal experience. And no matter how the clergyman tries to analyze his experience with science or theology or references to sacred books, the experience is ultimately beyond analysis. The truth and power of it lies in the subjective experience itself. As James writes, “Our impulsive belief is here always what sets up the original body of truth, and our articulately verbalized philosophy is but its showy translations into formulas. The strong sense of the infinite, the belief in an unseen order in the world, the feeling of being in the presence of something divine are all personal. Qualities of this experience cannot be quantified or measured like readings on a voltmeter, and thus cannot transferred to others. The qualities must be directly experienced by the individual in unique moments. ~Alan Lightman
The great measure of human maturation is the increasing understanding that we move through life in the blink of an eye; that we are not long with the privilege of having eyes to see, ears to her, a voice with which to speak and arms to put round a loved one; that we are simply passing through. We are creatures made real through contact, meeting and then moving on, creatures who, strangely, never get to choose one above the other. Human life is contact; getting to know, and a moving beyond which is forever changing, from the transformations that enlarge and strengthen us to the ones that turn us from consuming to being consumed from seeing to being semi-blind, speaking in one voice to hearing in another. ~David Whyte