My Mystic Experience
I've debated with myself whether I would ever tell anybody what happened those few hours
after the strange man in India told me God was reaching through clocks to prove
he existed. I must have snapped. I remember walking off the porch and screaming
at him to leave me alone. I'm not sure if I was talking to God or the Master. The last
two days had just been too weird and I snapped.
I found myself on a clean well kept path that wandered through an oriental garden.
I felt so angry and I couldn't find any outlet for it. I stomped down this path
until it came to a dead end. There was a pond, flowers, shrubs and an expanse of
sweet smelling emerald green grass. I was mad and
exhausted from the strain. I sat down stiffly and looked up into the sky
and screamed, "I hate God!" while shaking my fist vigorously.
I started crying and bawling like a baby. As I cried I closed my eyes and was transported
back to the very first time I remember ever saying the words, 'I hate God.' I was eight
years old and I had just discovered my pet duck was dead. I cried for days. My mom
tried to console me and told me that even though we don't understand why, everything
happens for a purpose. She held me and told me my duck was with God. I wiggled off
her lap and screamed, "I hate God! I hate him!" I ran into my room and locked my door.
I decided from that incident that there was no God, because God wouldn't let my duck be taken
away from me. As I sat I remembered the incident in such vivid detail that I almost
felt if I was back there as a boy all over again. Finally my temper tantrum was over,
so I decided to just sit and collect my thoughts.
What happened next is the part that is difficult to share. An eerie calm
settled over me. I was very aware of all of the sounds around me. The
only way to describe it is that I felt very centered and a sense of
knowing filled me. An intense clarity of mind and feeling swept through my being.
Abrubtly my point of view changed. I could see my self as if
I was floating 10 feet above my head. I no longer felt as if I was
in a body but felt as if I was the air, the ground, the trees, the
garden, the birds. Then it was like I remembered something I had forgotten.
In an instant I knew everything. I don't know any other way to describe
it. I felt an intense joy so profound I was overwhelmed and I
started giggling and laughing. I laid back on the grass and giggled
and snickered.
My perspective changed again and the sky became a projection screen and
I started watching my life. Every significant event I had ever
experienced was played out before me, only I had the perspective
I was guiding and shaping my life for a purpose. What I'm about to
say is going to sound crazy. As I watched my life I realized that I
was God. I wasn't all of God, yet I knew I was a slice of God.
It felt as stupid
to not believe God existed as it did to believe I didn't exist.
For a brief moment I knew everything and was everybody and everything.
I don't know how long I laid in the grass watching and knowing
and feeling my Godness. What happened next felt like a mental
rubber band snapping back. One second I was God and all of creation
and the next I was Chester laying on the grass with tears streaming
out of his eyes. It was such a profound impossible moment. For a brief
time, 20 to 40 minutes, I was God and I knew why I existed and what
my destiny was. When it was gone it was like trying to remember something
very important but for some reason I couldn't remember what it was.
I decided to accept whatever was happening to me and I got up walked back
to the cottage where the Master was. I knew he could help me make
sense of what had just happened.
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