MEETING GOD
by
Anthonystjoseph
I have been wanting to share this
for a while. Recently my mother passed
away and amongst her things I found a letter addressed to me. It was strange when I found the envelope
because the envelope was really old. I
mean the envelope was really, really, really old; the envelope was so old it
was more than yellowed with age, it was brown and almost in tatters. I saw that the envelope was addressed to me
so I opened it. Why had she hidden it
from me? How could a letter so old,
brown and tattered be addressed to me? What
I read was startling to say the least.
The letter was from my great-great-great-great grandfather but yet in
still it was addressed specifically to me.
I sat down and started to read the letter
and I immediately dropped it as I started to cry. What in the world was happening to me and why
was all of this going on? The letter was
written by a man who lived more than two hundred years ago but it was addressed
to me and claimed to know all about me.
I cried because I just didn’t know how much more of this spiritual stuff
I could take.
As I had come into my spiritual
understanding years ago and the impact that these spiritual elements have
always had on my life I was overwhelmed once again. But as the journey goes on it seems to become
more comforting in the fact that I am not going crazy but it also becomes more
unsettling in the aspect of having to do it alone.
I think about the letter as I look at it
on the floor where I dropped it. I look
around the room and wonder if someone is playing a massive trick on me and my life
as I often think someone has to be behind this.
I decide to have a glass of wine.
I think about all of the mysterious things that have happened to me
throughout my life and go into that contemplative place of asking myself the
question again, ‘Why me?’
I
shook the feeling off more easily than usual, as living a full life of all of
these magical and symbolic things happening to me, I had gotten quite use to it
in spite of the centuries old letter being a new turn of events. I finished the glass of wine and poured myself
another glass as I sat down and decided to brace myself and read the letter.
I do not know how to tell you what was in
the letter. I do not know what to make
of what was in the letter. So in
consideration of just delivering the truth, I will just tell you what the
letter said. Now there is one major
drawback in this letter because of its age and the condition of the paper, the
full letter is not there, but I
will give you exactly what it said, word for word, and you like me will
wish there was more to the letter. Here
is what was left of the letter:
Dear Tony,
You do not know me but I am your
great-great-great-great grandfather. You
may wonder how I know you or even of you since I lived long before your time so
I will answer that question first. I was
sixteen years old when I was attacked by a lion and was viciously mauled whilst
trying to save my little sister from the attack. The village witch doctor was summoned to my
death bed and did everything he could to try and save my life. He told my parents that I would not live and
most likely would not survive the night.
In fact, I didn’t.
The morning came and the village witch
doctor pronounced me dead. This is where
the story becomes important for you and the necessity to share this with you
becomes obvious. In fact, I had
died. I had passed to that other realm
that you like to call the afterlife. I
met several of my ancestors and they loved seeing me. They also told me that it was not my time but
I was going to be meeting someone very special.
They told me that I was going to be meeting God.
You can imagine how I felt being given the
opportunity to meet God and at the same time finding out that it was not my
time to perish and that I would be going back to my family. Why was I chosen for such a meeting? My ancestors in the afterlife told me it was because
they wanted me to deliver a message to you.
When I asked who you were they said you were going to be my
great-great-great-great grandchild Tony who would eventually start calling
himself by his first and middle name combined while adding ‘saint’ in the
middle since you were named after Saint Anthony and Saint Joseph. They said you would call yourself
Anthonystjoseph.
Since you would not be born in our country
or on our land I was told that I would be sent to a foreign land myself in
order to learn your language. This was
necessary so I would have the method to write this letter to you in a language
you could understand. I feel we have
both been blessed in the need and importance of this letter because we, in
comparison to others, know that there is more to our world.
Before I get to the message I want to tell
you about meeting God. It was a
momentous occasion to say the least. I
guess I had been prepared for it as I had heard of the religions in the East
that worshipped Allah and had been told that Allah actually stood for Arm Leg Leg Arm Head but I always thought that was just a coincidence. And then there is the actual word of the
Bible that says, ‘God created man in his own
image but I was just not prepared
for the truth. When I entered the second
room in the afterlife and turned to meet God as I was told to turn, I was
shaken when I turned and there before me, stood a Man…
By
Anthonystjoseph
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