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In this section, we will look at some experiences of love people have had with their Deity. The first submission is Christian,
the 2nd is Pagan, the 3rd is by a Satanist. The 4th true story is on the next page and is by an Asatru Practitioner (a Heathen)
We hope you enjoy these accounts.
LOVE FROM JESUS CHRIST
I Saw Jesus by Karen Templin
The vision
I had not been to church for many years, though I was a believer in Jesus, & I loved him. Suddenly I felt
like he was calling me to know him better. I started reading other people's testimoneys of him, & also people's
near death experiences, who had actually gone to Heaven, & met him. The more I read, the closer I felt to him. I
met a new friend who invited me to church. I said, yes, anything that would draw me closer to him. As I sat in church,
the minister asked the question, "What is the mountain in your life?" He told us to take a few minutes to meditate about
it. I thought about things I had not been able to overcome in my life. My biggest mountain was definitely the lack
of forgiveness I felt for people who I thought had wronged me or hurt me in some way. I could easily walk out of people's
lives, & hold a grudge for 20 years or the rest of my life for that matter. As I thought about these things, I
felt a deep wrenching pain in my heart, even physical pain, as though my heart was being squeezed tight in my chest. I
bowed my head. I knew what the bible says about forgiveness, & I thought, Jesus is probably mad at me. Still feeling
the pain in my heart, I thought, Look for the face of Jesus. I had read that somewhere, but I didn't think I would
literally see him. If I did see him, I was sure he would come condemming me. As I was thinking I should look for his
face, I raised my eyes, & couldn't have been more surprised that he was actually there. It was just his face,
but he was alive, & moving around. He was there, in that room. He was wearing a crown of thorns, & smiling
at me with the most loving smile I had ever seen. I just gazed up at him, & the first thing I thought was, he
looks a little different than in his pictures, but only slightly different. I felt no condemnation from him at all. That
surprised me. Next, I felt him sending me love that was full of compassion. It was an overwhelming kind of love that
I was sure human beings aren't capable of. I was in awe that he could love me that much. It was blissful. I was
totally absorbed by that love to the point where I felt my heart could burst. I have never felt anything like it, &
I'm sure that I never will as long as I'm on this Earth. I just continued to gaze up at him, & he continued to smile
at me like I was so special to him. Throughout the whole vision, he never once stopped smiling at me. Next I saw him
sending beams of transparent, white light towards my heart. I felt the light penetrating my being. The light was nothing
but love, & compassion. He was very kind, & loving, not condemming at all. I only felt a strong out pouring
of love from him. Next he began to communicate with me, but no words were used. He communicated by sending me feelings,
& there was knowledge in the feelings that I understood clearly as it was transferred to my mind. He said that
he already knew about it all, my lack of forgiveness towards others, how I had been hurt by other people, & what
circumstances in my life that had made me feel that way. He said, "I know everything about you." That surprised me
greatly, but I also felt comforted by it. It meant that he had never been far from me, like I had always thought, but
I had been constantly under his supervision. Again, I felt more compassion from him pouring out to me. He said, "I
feel your pain. I grieve with you." He was like a loving parent who will pick you up when you are hurting, and hold
you in his loving arms. He will comfort you, & wipe away all of your tears. I actually felt like I had been comforted,
& held in the arms of Jesus. After he lovingly comforted me, he spoke again. He told me not to worry or concern
myself with these things because he would take care of it. I felt like a burden had been lifted, & I felt like it
was easy for him to take care of my burdens. I sensed that it was no problem at all for him. I was still looking at
him, still surprised by some of the things that he said. He still wore that loving smile on his face that would melt the
heart of the worst hardened sinner. He was still sending me love, & it was to over flowing. There was so much
love that I felt like my heart couldn't hold it all, & it may burst. I felt like I couldn't handle it any more. Seeing
all of the goodness & purity in him, I felt like I may break down into tears & sobs. I started to feel unworthy
of his pure holiness. He was a soul that had evolved to the highest level of pure perfection. Seeing this makes you
aware of even your smallest sins. I felt unworthy of him, & then I looked away. When I looked back, he wasn't
there anymore, but I was left with a feeling of total awe. Jesus had been there, I had seen him, I had felt
him, He had communicated with me, and the thing I was left knowing was that he loved me more than anyone had ever
loved me in my life! A few days later, I thought about how I had sat in church that day knowing I had sinned, &
yet, Jesus blessed me with a vision. I knew he still loved me unconditionally, in spite of my flaws. I thought to
myself, How can this be? Later that night I started to read the Bible, The Book Of John. Jesus answered my question
clearly: John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that who so ever believeth in him
should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his son into the world to condemn the world, but
that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned, but he that believeth not is
already condemned because he has not believed. I had sought to know him with my whole heart & soul. I remembered
that he had worn the crown of thorns in my vision. I now realize that they were meant to be symbolic, a reminder to
me of how he loved us all enough to be lifted up, & crucified on the cross for the forgiveness of our sins. The
crown of thorns are a symbol of his love that he feels for each one of us. He had truly shown me how to forgive.
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LOVE FROM MORGAN LA FEY
The Raven Woman Said
c. 2005 James Edwin Benson (Raven Knight Magick)
The
story I'm about to tell May seem fanciful to some. Some may say "It was a dream", Or a sign of ill mind to come.
But the story is a truthful one, It happened, that's no lie, For the bond I hold with the Raven Woman Is
a link time can't untie.
Lying in my bed, that dark And fateful night, I was startled to see a woman there,
It gave me quite a fright.
"Do not be afraid of me, my child," Her voice intoned in my mind. "For I am
here to help you, Not to be unkind."
Though we had not met, Something about her was familiar. "Your heart
tells you true my boy, For we are not dissimilar."
I looked at her mouth, And saw it did not move, "We
have met many a time before. Many lives you've lived, it's true.
"You have seen me in your dreams, Your dreams
of you in flight. You take the form of a bird, The Raven, in the night."
I heard her now, in my dreams Calling
out my name, As I flew high above the land. Her voice was just the same.
Then she took my hand in hers. It
was white and thin and strong. "I am here to watch over you, For what's happened to you is wrong.
"The
terrors you have suffered All throughout the day Will not harm you at night, For "Away with them" I say."
The
woman standing at my bed Sat down on it with me. I got a good look at her. This is what I did see.
Her
form was slender As the tender, young birch tree. Her hair was so dark, Only it's shadow could I see.
Her
skin was pale And it seemed that it did shine Against her cloak of purple With black feathers, full and fine.
A bird sat on her shoulder Large, shiny and black. I looked at it for a time, And it looked at me right
back.
"I am known by many names By people round the Earth. I am feared by some, But many others feel my
worth.
"Many myths about me Have traveled down in time. Some of them untruthful, Some of them sublime.
I am known as a protector Of those who call my name, Though you do not know it, You called me just the
same."
My eyes looked upon her, Shining eyes filled with pain. For I had spent a lot of effort To keep
my young mind sane.
"Why are they doing this to me? Why do they hurt me so?" I asked this in my thoughts.
I could see the pain and anger in her grow.
"Many are the lessons each Person must learn in life. Often
these are learned Through pain, hardship, strife.
"This does not excuse The things that they do, For their
actions will reap The rewards that are their due.
"Know that things happen for a reason. No, this is not a
retribution. We do not always understand, But there is always a solution.
"This is not bad Karma For things
that you have done. For lessons are a way On the path of reuniting with The One."
I began to cry then, The
dam had been broken. "I'm only seven years old", I would have said could I have spoken.
She heard me in my
mind, The thing that I would say. "So young for such a lesson, it's true, But you are strong, you will see some
day."
She took me in her arms to comfort me, As I shuddered and I cried. Her embrace was warm and comforting.
By raven feathers my tears were dried.
She did not try to stop me With words false and sweet, But merely
held me close And allowed me to just weep.
"Now is your time to rest, Just lie back and get some sleep.
Don't worry about the night, I'll watch over you, so slumber nice and deep."
I laid back and pulled up the
covers. While she sat at the foot of my bed I drifted off to sleep that night With her voice saying this in my
head:
"I will be here all through the night. Others will come to look over you. Though some are fair and some
are fierce, They are here to protect you too."
For years my protectors Watched over me in my bed. As long
as I needed them And their strength in my stead.
Many years later, while reading for my Path, I ran across
a familiar face. It was Morgan Le Fey, With a raven in a wooded place.
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LOVE FROM SATAN
Satan's Love For Me
(c) by Marie RavenSoul
I came to Satan 20 years ago when I was 14 years old. I felt his presence with me before
that when I was a child, but didn't know it was him. I know he has been with me most likely since birth and maybe even
before. I am not going to go into my entire journey with Satan or go into the times that I have wandered from him, but
I will say a bit of what it is like to feel his protection, his care and his love. In my
relationship with Satan, I have experienced much love. He is like a Father to me, but he is also much more. He
is a teacher, guide, protector, and God. When I speak to him, he listens and he responds. He teaches me by inspiring
me to read certain books, by placing ideas and thoughts in my mind, and he will guide me to certain people to learn from and
befriend. He sees me as an individual, not just another Satanist and guides me to be who I was meant to be. He
won't let me be lazy, or idle and he wants me to learn as much as I can to better myself. I have felt his love being poured
into me and this has happened not just during prayer or ritual, but when I am doing everyday things. When I feel down
it is like he lifts me up and I feel encouraged and inspired. He has also taken sadness and worry from me at a
time when something in my life got to be too hard to handle, but then gradually let me feel again after a time so I could
deal with things. He has sent me a friend to cheer me or to let me know I am not alone. This has been in the form
of an unexpected phone call and emails exactly at the time I needed them the most and what was written in them, were things
I needed to hear. I have felt his presence around me and have felt a peace like no other and I know that I am
being protected by him. It is a feeling that is indescribable. There is so much more
I can say but I will stop at this I hope whoever reads this will be encouraged and inspired.
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This is a shortened version of the ezine. I hope to add more pages later. If you would like to send writings or art, please
send them to: renee_rain@earthlink.net
(C) Renee Rain/Sol-Soul Visions
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