I have a confession to make. I’ve been seeing someone. It’s been very intimate and private. Yes, my partner knows about it, and it’s ok.
Where does this happen and who is it? Early mornings in my studio I close my eyes, relax and let myself descend into a sanctuary I’ve created in my own imagination. In that sanctuary I sense that something other than my conscious mind takes over. There I have met with my grandparents, my parents, Buddha, Mary, and animal guides. But the most frequent visit is with Jesus Christ.
I know that for many of us spending time with Jesus sounds like a fundamentalist’s relic, laden with toxic theology. But this is not the stale, suffocating, disconnected-from-real-life Jesus Christ of organized religion. It is a living, fresh encounter with a vibrant Christ. During and after these times together I feel liberated, whole, inspired, encouraged, grounded and washed over with love. I feel as if life is starting over with unlimited potential.
What do we do? Sometimes, we sit in a beautiful garden and admire nature. Sometimes we enter a chapel and soak in the luxurious silence. Sometimes we look out over the ocean and chat. Other times symbols or feelings or colors or other sacred figures appear, each with a message or healing gift. It’s as if I’m meeting Jesus for the first time and discovering that he’s exactly what I had hoped he would be: warm, welcoming, insightful, funny, mystical…someone who really gets me, meets me where I am and gently leads me to a more authentic expression of myself.
So, what is really happening? Is it all just my subconscious mind creating fantasies in a state of half-sleep? Am I actually on tuning in to the Spirit of Christ, whatever that means? I’m not sure, and I don’t think it’s relevant. I only know that I am experiencing Life as freer, truer, lighter and more trustworthy. A bit more compassion is flowing for others and for myself. And it’s a result of rekindling a relationship I had almost written off as irreconcilable with my sexuality, intellectual honesty and my affinity for other faith traditions.
I’m not sure what to call myself as I come out of the closet and claim that I regularly meet with Jesus. The only word that comes to mind is “grateful”.
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