THE THREE LIVES OF CHRISTINA THE ASTONISHING (#50)

As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words
A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World

I called on Giver, but it seemed to me Giver was saying by this silence—a bit like Chickie the bear—it was time I inhabited the grace inside me and figured it out for myself. Inhabiting grace! There was a concept. What could it possibly mean? I fell deeper into darkness. I fell a very long time. At the bottom of this black pit was a tiny spark, a pinpoint of light. I was afraid I’d squash it when I touched down, but instead the very reverse happened: the tiny spark swallowed me up! I was engulfed in blazing light that penetrated me slowly, slowly, molecule by molecule, until finally I became Light myself. Waves of brightness rolled out of me, washing over the tree, the forest, the whole duchy of Sequoia. And this Light was Love, pure Love, there was absolutely no separation, just as there was no separation between anything living or dead, organic or inorganic, rocks or flowers or fossils, inhabiting the world around me. This truth manifested in me as the sweetest joy I’d ever felt alive or dead, joy all the sweeter because I was feeling it in the here and now: in my body, in this world of sorrows.

(to be continued tomorrow)