I was between four and five when I began talking to the Source of my Soul. I was driven to this by extremely upsetting experiences in my family. My mother had a fatal brain tumor accompanied by epilepsy and my father was also dying of pernicious anemia. Many of my caretakers were dishonest, exploitative, and threatening. Life was a swirling chaos fueled by fear. I had no one to turn to. I had to call upon The Eternal Comfort of My Inner Being—often called God.
Usually people are not brought to their knees so young. But I am glad it happened early because it gave me the strength to go through years of boarding school and other childhood experiences that might have blighted as less robust spiritual being. I learned to seek the help of God (I prefer the term Source of my Soul) and immediately found peace and a deeper understanding of the meaning of human suffering. This allowed me to be of value to other children who reached out to me when they were hurting and feeling unloved.
Those childhood traumas brought me into contact with an awareness of my spiritual dimension. This took me above the turmoil and brought me to a place of courage. I knew I could never be separate from my own spiritual source. I was able to be happy in extremely oppressive surroundings because I knew I had something no one could take away from me. It was my experience and no one could argue with that.
Usually people are not brought to their knees so young. But I am glad it happened early because it gave me the strength to go through years of boarding school and other childhood experiences that might have blighted as less robust spiritual being. I learned to seek the help of God (I prefer the term Source of my Soul) and immediately found peace and a deeper understanding of the meaning of human suffering. This allowed me to be of value to other children who reached out to me when they were hurting and feeling unloved.
Those childhood traumas brought me into contact with an awareness of my spiritual dimension. This took me above the turmoil and brought me to a place of courage. I knew I could never be separate from my own spiritual source. I was able to be happy in extremely oppressive surroundings because I knew I had something no one could take away from me. It was my experience and no one could argue with that.
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