THE INNER SANCTUM
1/13/08
I usually visit the Inner Sanctum on Sundays, although it is accessable to enter any day of the week, and I try to visit as often as I can. It’s not an auspicious place. It has no statues, or stained glass, no gold chalices, or droaning services. I truly enjoy it there. If I could tell all exactly where it is, and how to get there I would, but it is not on any map. It has no street address, or towering crosses on it’s roof. It has no roof, or great doorway, nor does it have windows, or seats, or anything that can be described in a physical reality.
I can say that it is a very misty place. White mist surrounds me when I enter . On occasion I have met someone there. I have never known his name. I have never asked, yet we know who each other is without a word spoken between us. He and I look very much alike.
He appears as a spirit in meditation. My presence never seems to disturb him, however once and a while he will leave as I enter , but never before he welcomes me in. I do not sit or stand or kneel in the Inner Sanctum. I am suspended in air . I move by intention of thought, without any physical barriers or mechanisms. It is a feeling far greater than floating, or swimming, walking, or any physical sensation . Pure thought directs me , pure emotion carries me , pure faith in the origin of my existence, allows me to find the the hidden entryway to Infinity.
When I visit the Inner Sanctum I create great visions. I create astounding thoughts and plans for actions I will take. As I breath in the white mist that envelops me, it fills my lungs with sacred air ; that allows me to transcend the most mundane thoughts of existence, and I journey onto great summits; where I overlook vast expanses of known and unknown worlds. I have travelled to other solar systems, and into other dimensions of Infinity. I have conquered dark forces. I have built mansions, and scaled great mountains, crossed the great expanse of the Cosmos. I have seen God.
I can not describe the face of God. It is not like anything that can be physically identified. It is not like anything I’ve ever known. It is bright. It is beautiful. It is magnificent, but all words fail in their sounds and imagery to equal the splendor,and brilliance of what I have seen. I ask others to enter the Inner Sanctum, and I welcome them as the gentleman spirit has welcomed me . The Inner Sanctum is not a physical reality. Once it is entered the Universe is seen and understood. I can not explain it further.
L.A. Steel
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