Can you imagine a voice, without a body, speaking to you out of nowhere, not once but three separate times? That’s what happened to me the first year after my stroke. The voice, who I am sure was of God, said:
You are love
Share your story with the world
For a long time I thought that if I spoke too much about this, people would think I’m mad or just another religious fanatic. Plus, I thought, who am I to think God would speak to me. I couldn’t throw Him away, so I subconsciously decided to just bury him as a minor character in my story, Rising Like a Phoenix.
Without fully understanding why, I also had to bury the book until I could understand and accept its true purpose. This happened just a few weeks ago, when the words in the adjoining poem came out of me. I knew then that for sure I had not written my story but His story.
He woke me up for the first time with the stroke. When I was in the hospital and overwhelmed with love, I was seeing him. I was seeing my true self. When I was helping other stroke survivors as well as other patients, I was being him (as shown by Jesus). I was being my true self.
I was being my God-self, which is our medicine for healing. This is our path, as believers, for achieving the purpose for which we came here. My journey and that of many others are his testimony to that truth.
I am writing a second edition of Rising Like a Phoenix, with a few modifications to better demonstrate this revelation. After this, I will get back to A Path to Success, which is all about how we can be Him, be ourselves, and find our success in life.
Thank you for joining me on this journey.