Have You Met God?

I just quit the TV to run in here and get my thoughts down before they evaporate. I have a brother mason on Facebook, Marcelo Martinez, that puts up some of the most phenomenal photos you have ever gazed upon. They always make me react in a subliminal way of recognizing the magnificence of nature and my affinity for God.

I was perusing his post today and read something I would like to share. My friend writes with a philosopher's discourse and is usually a little too cerebral for me to digest but I do get most of it.

Today he was writing about and sharing William James, the psychologist and his views about the inexplicable mystery of God. The article was lengthy but I wanted to share some informative insights that he mentioned and expound about it in my own way and I quote.

“It’s clear that people respond to mystery in different ways, some of these differences may reflect a developmental process. Psychologist of religion and spirituality also have studied personal mystical experiences (the experience of the mystery itself)

In his book, The Varieties of Religious Experience, The venerable psychologist, William James, identified four major characteristics of such experiences including:

Ineffability (the sense that one has had an experience that cannot be adequately captured with words)

A noetic quality (belief that one has had an experience that is real and profound)

Transiency (an experience lasting a relative short amount of time)

And, the sense that one’s personal control has been temporarily suspended while something external takes over.

Many of these characteristics are amplified in the following Quotation, from James himself:”

“I remember the night, and almost the very spot on the hilltop, where my soul opened out, as it were, into the infinite. I stood alone with Him who had made me, and all the beauty of the world, and love, and sorrow, and even temptation. I could not have any more doubted that HE was there than that I was. Indeed, I felt myself to be, if possible, the less real of the two.” By William James

I am a blogger and I have my own website, thomasgmoore.com and it's my custom to keep a legal pad and pencil nearby. Why? Because I wake up in the middle of the night with thoughts or prose that I feel I need to capture but this occurs randomly and at anytime.

Yesterday I was just sitting there watching Netflix and this thought or phrase just came to me so I wrote it down.

What I see with my mind’s eye

What I hear when I listen to my heart

And what my soul tries to comprehend

Is it the essence of my being?

I was tempted to say my life but that would be a misnomer because all of us are a result of our parent's genetics plus our upbringing or environment. What I am trying to say is that which I feel in my very core, the flame or spark that burns, that ember or should I say that touch from God that brought me into being, the first beat of my heart which has continued till now and will only stop when I die. The mystery! I am that I am!

The word, clarion, also came to me so I jotted it all down with no other purpose than possibly later I would find a way to install it in one of my blog posts. The above thought coincided with what I read on Facebook today. So I think I’ve done what I was supposed to do.

Clarion: noun,(clar-i-on), Loud and clear,

A strong request for something to happen.

A strong request to address something hard to ignore.

I was vaguely aware that I had written something about this before so I went back through my anthology of works or pieces and found this.

This short narrative is just exactly as it appears to be. I was in church with my head bowed and my fingers touching when this feeling or epiphany came over me. Call it an insight!

My Essence

Thomas Gregory Moore, March 1st, 2014

I bow my head in devotion and seek the light,

That miniscule ember that burns so deep within.

I gaze at my fingertips, touching, sensing the epiphany.

What is this thing that pulses from within?

This radiant aura that emanates from within me?

An awareness that is heedless and knows no bounds.

This thing that reaches beyond the senses of self,

That travels unheeded into the far reaches of the cosmos.

Diving into the fathomless recesses of the quantum’s mystery.

Reveling in the grandest exhilarations, cringing in timid

Incriminations

This thing that communes unhindered with God through

Prayer.

This nameless thing that is unknowable and unfathomable,

Explicitly undefinable and immeasurable that is my essence.

That thing that is me and which shall survive the grave,

Eternal and splendid, timelessly bathing in ethereal light,

Infinite and eternal, I exist, I am forever!