The meeting, beginning

If you require foot notes and annotations, I may not have much for you. But if you are looking for meaning in every little part of your life...you have come to the right place.

The only thing I have for you is my own experience and side bars of reflection. I am not an Indian Holy man, nor am I a saint. I am just a woman who has had a path to walk and would like to share parts of that journey in the hope that it may help you on your way.

I have been through a number of belief systems. Where I once believe there was just one truth, one right path, I have come to see that there is only One God, if you will. But that God has many, many forms. Is that so hard to believe? Consider quantum psychics. Everything we perceive is made of stuff we cannot see. In other words, everything is made up of the very same stuff. Yes, there are different forms, different shapes but is all God in his, or her, or it's creation.

Come with me to a day many years ago. I was so certain there was no such thing as God . But I was given a book by my brother-in-law. Well, actually, the book was suppose to go to my husband who would have nothing to do with it. I took it with all confidence that I could prove my brother-in -law wrong. You know, beat him over the head with his own book. After all , I had 12 years of Catholic education.

I read his "Satan is Alive and Well" book for 3 days. On the third day, I came across a line which read, "Isn't it good that we have a God who knows that we can't do it alone." And with that, all my mind went empty. It is a very strange feeling to have an empty mind. So much space, too much space. I got up and went to the small dormer window in my bedroom and looked out thinking could this all belong to Satan? Then on the wall there appeared the cross which had hung over me as a child at St. John de Nenepomuc. But Christ was alive. He spoke to me by name, Rita, but it was not Rita, yet it was me. I felt known, through and through. Everything about me was known and loved. He then said "You did not do this to me, I did this for you." And he was gone. He neglected to tell me which church to join, who was "right" and who was "wrong".

Take this as you might. My only point is that within us lives the very God we seek. Maybe you have not yet met him as I did, but it is possible. The hearts desire is always answered.