Christianity is not a belief system. It is a whole other world that we call the Kingdom of Heaven, or the Kingdom of God, or the Spiritual Realm, and our passport to enter this other world is the mark indicating we have received Jesus as our Lord. God has marked those who are His own. The demons who live in the dark world recognize us by this mark as well as do the angels of God.
Some say the mark is the pineal gland in the middle of the brain, which is plump and active in children, but after adolescence it calcifies; however, it can come back to life and be vibrant once more. This gland produces melatonin for the body. Since this gland reacts to light through the retina, some have thought the pineal gland receives the Light of God and diffuses it throughout the being of the born-again believer.
The important thing to remember is that each believer is only capable of receiving the Light of God through the work of Jesus Christ. Through His gift—His suffering, His death, His descent into hell, His defeat of the devil, His mighty resurrection, His giving us new life, and His sending back the Holy Spirit to live in our new spirit—we are set apart for God by accepting this “work” of Jesus.
Therefore, we are faced with learning about the Kingdom of God. As an early Christian, I kept hearing people say, “Oh, the other day when I was in the Spirit,” or “The Spiritual Realm is so vast I nearly got lost in there!” or “The Lord said to me . . . ,” or “I entered the Throne Room of God.” I wanted to know what the heck these people were talking about, I mean, how can a human being hear God? It seemed to me the Bible indicated God only talked to a select few, and they were overwhelmed by their experience, but the people who claimed an audience with the Lord in my church acted like it was pretty casual and ordinary.
So I started asking around, “How do you hear the voice of God?” And people gave me these vague answers like, “Oh, I don’t know, it just happens.” Or, “Well, you know that you know that you know. That’s about the best answer I can give you.” “Gee! Don’t you know? Maybe you’d better get born again.”
After about thirty responses in this gibberish, a sweet little old lady pulled me aside and said, “Honey, listen to all the voices that are in your head and find the one that only speaks to you in love. Even when He’s angry with you, He still speaks in love, and He will encourage you, uplift you and defend you. All in love. No one can mimic that voice because no one else loves you that much. You can hear love in a voice so listen for it.”
I went home and spent some time listening to the voices in my head, and there were tons of them! What a discovery! All my life I’ve listened to myriads of voices without even knowing it, and most of them have influenced my life in both the good and the bad. Then suddenly, there it was. The voice of love. No doubt about it; no mistaking it either. Definitely love. Once I knew which voice belonged to God, I was “home-free.” Now I knew who to listen to, who to follow, who to obey! I was on my way into the Kingdom of God. But wait a minute, how do I actually get into the Spirit or the spiritual realm?
Since I now realized that most Christians do not know how to define what they have, mainly because they are not taught what they have and how they got it, I didn’t bother asking people, “How do I get into the Kingdom of God?” I simply went to the Lord and asked. He said to start by using my imagination. He told me to see myself swimming in heavy air. So, sitting there in my bedroom on the second story of our Green Street property, I looked out my window and imagined myself swimming down the block, swimming down the middle of the street about ten feet above the cars passing me underneath. I looked side to side admiring the lovely Victorian buildings from this new perspective in the air.
Then He told me to look up and see a manhole cover as if I were underneath a street. I could clearly see such a thing even though I had never been under a street. He told me to swim up to the cover and push it aside. I did that. I pushed with both hands, lifted the cover from its inset into the material of the street, and slid it to the side until the entire hole was uncovered. Then He told me to put one hand on each side of the hole and pull myself up. It was when I pulled myself halfway out of the hole that my imagination stopped, and my spiritual eyes were opened to see things in the Spirit realm. Why do I say that? Because I had no ability to imagine what happened next.
Writing has been in my blood, so to speak, but when I surren-dered my life to Jesus Christ and He told me to write, all my trepidations rolled away and I began in earnest! After all, if God Almighty says it was His idea that I be a writer, who am I to stand in His way? My hope is that you not only like what I write, but that your life is moved by it, and that your party to Jesus and with Jesus turns your life into days of Heaven on Earth.