“There Must Be More” Part II

Anita in her dinner gown on a Caribbean cruise prior to this story.

“There Must Be More”

Part II


Upon awakening the next morning, my mind and heart were eager to retrace the previous days mystical happenings.  One desired to analyze, the other was desperate to recreate the inner refashioning that occurred.   Until this time the unseen forces never interacted with me in such a dramatic ethereal way.  I found myself touched and awed by films that portrayed the visitations of the Blessed Virgin to children across the globe, and the miraculous feats that Moses performed, as God’s hand here on earth.  But my imagination, that I used to help me absorb the magic of other peoples blessed phenomena’s, now needed to aid me with comprehending a day like none other.

As the sun rose on August 13, 1978, I entertained a new notion for myself.  What I truly believed to be, “out there,” somewhere ~ God ~ may just be closer, very close.  The voice that cried out, “there must be more.” came off my lips, minus my thought process, from a hallowed space within.  When that ball of fiery light cracked open my soul, it gifted me with a new voice as well as new eyes.  The words slid through the cracks using my new voice to shout out, “there must be more.”   As I pondered it all, the phrase, “the kingdom of heaven is within,” wanted to be noticed and added to my reflections.   A calm warmth flowed through me, as I allowed myself to integrate that phase with all I was trying to grasp.  What was happening?  Who could I share this with now?  Who would believe me?

These questions had to wait for now, and my introspections revisited later.  I had to rise; a huge convention was coming to town, and I needed to make all sorts of last minute arrangements from home.  Luckily, a friend from the office arrived to help accomplish the tasks.  So, I brewed some coffee to stimulate us, and to awaken my sister and her boyfriend, who were still tucked away sleeping.  As I sipped my cup of coffee, I realized I had to concentrate on my work.  But, it was hard to not give attention to the spiritual events of the previous day.  For now, my job, which I loved, had to be my priority.  So, after a full breakfast, my co-worker and I dug into the business at hand.

As the day progressed, our focus waned from the convention.  The extreme heat of August made the refreshing lake waters more appealing.  At this point it was about 3:30 in the afternoon, and we decided to break and relax.  My sister, Nancy, and her boyfriend, Billy, were ready to rejuvenate and swim as well, so our small group walked over to the dock nearby.  As I approached the shimmering waters, the stirring within announced itself once again, but I held back on sharing what still seemed puzzling to me.  We set our beach towels on the dock along with a radio, and we started the sun worshiper’s ritual ~ bit of sun ~ and a dip in the water.  As Nancy and Billy played in the lake, Beverly and I talked, laughed and jumped in to cool off as well.

An hour had passed, and we were all on the dock together.  It was 4:30 in the afternoon, when a seaplane circled around us.  Being silly, I waved my hands calling out in “FantasyIsland” style.

“De plane, de plane!”

Laughing and smiling I dove into the inviting waters, while the rest sat back chatting.

In seconds, without pain, I began spiraling downward, as though I was on my back and looking up.  As I sunk deeper and deeper, the light above me beamed brilliantly brighter and brighter.  The sparkling radiance expanded to encompass all that I could see ~ a vast unending luminosity.  With a joy that I could only fathom the angels knew, I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, I am under water and able to breath like a fish!”

It was then, that visions of my past started revealing themselves to me.  Each one depicted a scene of all my twenty six birthdays with the love of family and friends.  All of them flashed before me, leaving me with a deeper sense of joy and a profound depth of all-embracing love.

There was no panic, there was no fear ~ only an unimaginable peace.  In this boundlessness the Light now seemed to pulsate, and an all pervading presence of Love saturated my awareness.  I had no recognition of my body at this point.  There are no words, when your spirit leaves the body, and you are totally and completely enfolded by the grand majestic Light of All That Is ~ God.   I have spoken about this before using our language, and I am using it now.  But, oh how our words do not even begin to touch that moment, when the physical no longer distracts one from the truth.  Life changes, when your body drops like a towel to the floor, and the truth is exposed ~ we are the Light of God .

The eyes of my soul became the primary viewers, and they saw beyond the flesh with clarity.  The Source of All dwells within us, and we take every breath within this All Loving Source.   In this Light I melded  ~ there was no separation.  We were never, and are never apart from God.  In truth, God and I are formless, and I understood our Oneness ~ there are no words.  The best I can do to describe my feelings of this Oneness, is to call it a glorious joy inside a womb of unthinkable peace, where God’s Light and pure Love gently brings us to the knowing ~ that separation is an illusion.

As I drifted in the magnificent glow, a soft sensitive voice, a part of All That Is, asked if I would like to stay.  For me there was only one answer, and my consciousness voiced it with excitement.

“Yes, yes I want to stay!”

But with that thought, and the strongest desire to remain in the expanse of God, I was whisked through the Light, and aware of my physical presence once again.  I remember choking, and water spewing from my mouth, as my sister performed mouth to mouth resuscitation.  I could not move, and asked to be taken to the hospital.  After those words, I fell into a coma, and Billy ran for our car.

Although I was left paralyzed from the chest down, I also was left with an immeasurable love for all, a joy for life, an inner peace, and a knowing that we are all one.  There is no one or no thing, that does not dwell within the Light of God.  There must be more, yes, each day the soul evolves ~ do not miss the adventure.

* Anyone wanting to ask questions, please e-mail me.  hapiheart1@aolcom

My sister, Nancy, visiting me in the hospital; she saved my life ~ sherol.


About anitaskocz

ANITA JOYCE SKOCZ is a storyteller who resides in Central Florida. She credits her passion to her father, who dazzled her imagination as a child with his gift to weaver a tale. After a diving accident in 1978, Anita left the travel industry to journey the inner roads of her soul. The riches found on those adventures inward come to life in her children’s books. Anita’s books, “Crystal Star Angel” and “Kite Tale,” were inspired by the loving relationships her father had with his grandsons. From Where I Sit is a blog where Anita shares her life’s stories, or comments on current events from her soul’s perspective. Her insights can evoke laughter as well as take one on a reflective journey. In any case she hopes you join her each Wednesday for a new adventure.
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