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Prophecy and Parallel Universes
Day Seventy-One – April 28, 2010
I crawled out of my truck around 8:30 in the morning and discovered that my niece and her boyfriend had left for work. I walked into the house and found a few items left on the stove for me. One of those items was an envelope with instructions to open it while on the ferry, which I planned to take from Fort Fisher to Southport, North Carolina.
I wrote a note to my niece, told her I would see her again soon, and then headed for the ferry at Fort Fisher. I arrived at the boat about thirty minutes later.
As instructed, I opened my niece’s letter and found the most beautiful card. It read:
“Chris—Little $ to help with another day. Love you with all my heart. Tonya.”
And then she included forty bucks. I felt so incredibly blessed and was extremely grateful. It truly made my day.
After I got off the ferry at Southport, I checked my email and discovered that Mark had responded to my 72 Days of God survey.
Date of Reading: April 28, 2010
Participant’s Name: Mark
Mark’s Birthdate: 3/3/1963
Mark’s answers to the 72 Days of God questions:
1) Do you believe in God? If so, based on which religion or spiritual practice? If not, why? Yes. I have always believed in God. I have not always believed in religion. As long as I can remember, I have felt in my heart that our existence could not have happened by accident. The emotions and feelings I experience could not have been created simply by a few atoms connecting together in just the right way by chance. I believe there is more to us than our physical bodies, and that the experiences we have in our earthly existence are lessons in our overall progression as beings. Do I believe in evolution? Yes. Do I believe in a creative force that created the conditions for evolution to happen? Yes. Did I find a religion that I can identify with? Yes: Divine Metaphysics. It took me 40 years to find it, although I think I’ve always understood the principles in my heart. Its rewards have led me to the ministry to learn, understand and teach as much as I can.
2) What does the concept of God mean to you? God is the energy of all that is. I do not see God as a man with a beard on a throne throwing lightning bolts or passing judgment based on some predetermined rules. God is the energy that gives us life and gives us substance. It is all – what we perceive as good and bad; animate and inanimate; soulful or soulless. God is. We are part of God’s energy, and we are what we choose to be. Does God judge us? Not in the way most people think. God’s “judgment” is our own judgment of ourselves and each other. We are all part of the “God system,” so our personal judgment – and what we choose to do with it – is part of God, too. There is no single entity controlling the ship on this voyage of life on Earth. Where humankind has been, and where it is going, is guided by natural law, and by the choices we make within that law.
3) What do you feel is the purpose of life on earth? I believe that this human existence is a brief stop on an eternal path of growth and unfoldment. The lessons we learn here are meant to give us a higher understanding as we continue on our progression in this life and the next – in this “world” and the next.
4) What are you most passionate about and what do you wish to accomplish with your life? Sometimes I think I’m not passionate about anything in particular, but then I realize that I have a passion for the search and understanding of truth. What is truth? I haven’t figured it out yet, but I’m satisfied with what I have learned so far. Truth is found in all things, but I find myself particularly drawn to expressions of artistic creativity and closeness with nature.
5) What do you truly believe happens when you die? I believe that our existence never stops – we simply step out of our earthly body, our mind clear and intact, just as we stepped into it – ready to prepare for the next stage of our eternal existence, and our quest for perfect being.
Thanks, Mark. I appreciate you taking the time to respond to my survey. Your input is genuinely appreciated!
I then headed to where I spent all my summers as a child and a teenager. It was a tiny town directly across the Inlet Waterway from Long Beach, North Carolina, known as Sunset Harbor.
If there was any one place on the planet that held exceptional memories for me, it was Sunset Harbor. It wasn’t an easy life because our summer trailer didn’t have air conditioning, for the most part. The water tasted like sulfur, and the pressure in the shower was always weak, but for some reason, none of those things mattered as a child. I still managed to be extremely happy there.
My parents had bought me a golf cart, and I could go anywhere I wanted as long as I stayed on the dirt roads, which made up 90% of the streets throughout the small community. I stayed on the road, continually exploring various parts of the community and spending lots of time in the woods and around nature. I could write an entire book on Sunset Harbor alone.
While driving around, I passed the corner where our trailer once stood. The new owners had replaced our vacation trailer with a new one, which didn’t look unique or maintained, but it still looked familiar enough to me that I was able to recall some exceptional memories.
I compared my days of exploring Sunset Harbor on my golf cart to my 72 Days of God journey and realized they were the same. As long as I was moving, I was happy.
I left Sunset Harbor and headed south on Highway 17 toward South Carolina. I then spent the next hour driving through the back roads and swamps of southeast North Carolina, making my way to where my mother grew up as a child.
As I drove towards Bethel, North Carolina, I approached the cemetery where they buried my grandparents. My parents had also buried their first child in this cemetery, which had only lived a day and a half. I decided to stop in and pay my respects.
As I approached the cemetery, I remembered how my mother would always start crying before we pulled in. She was extremely close with her father, and just the thought of visiting his grave brought tears to my mother’s eyes every single visit.
I decided to sit on one of the markers directly in front of my grandparents’ stone. I looked at the dates of their births and deaths and realized there was so much I didn’t know about them. My grandfather died when I was eight years old, and my grandmother passed away when I was seventeen.
When I got up to leave, I noticed that the date on the marker I had been sitting on was 1923, the year my mother was born. At that very moment, I felt my mother’s presence, and I started to cry. Suddenly, I felt an unexplainable connection, which brought tears to my eyes, if only to make the relationship real.
To me, that connection was just one example of God.
I left the cemetery and drove a mile to my aunt’s house. My aunt, my mother’s oldest living sister, turned 90 in December 2009. My family had a huge reunion for her birthday, but I could not make it because I was living in Oregon.
I stopped in, paid my aunt and cousin a long visit, and apologized for not being able to attend her birthday reunion. At 90 years old, my aunt was still a force to deal with. Her faith in Jesus Christ and the Lord was so strong that she believed she could prevent hurricanes from coming onshore. She had tested this several years back when a storm headed for North Carolina. After her intense, heartfelt prayers, the hurricane spun off North Carolina’s coast and headed to sea.
While visiting with my aunt, she began to tell me the story of Adam and Eve. Then she moved on to Noah’s Ark and how the Lord had asked Noah to gather a male and female of every animal species for the ark before the flood came. I felt like I was in Sunday school all over again.
I had an excellent visit with my aunt and a couple of my cousins, and I thanked God for bringing me to them safely. As I pulled away from their house, my cousin opened the front door and stepped outside to wave goodbye to me. At that very moment, I got another glimpse at God.
I then began my three-hour drive to my hometown. Because my parents had made this drive many times, I knew exactly which roads to take.
About an hour outside of my hometown, at approximately 7:40 PM, a hawk flew directly across the highway in front of my truck as if to welcome me home. I arrived in my hometown at 8:40 PM.
The first place I visited was my parents’ grave. I placed the shell, which I had brought from the California coast, on my mother’s headstone, along with the crystal that Casey gifted me on February 16, the day I left Portland.
I then sat in my truck, worked on my journal, and watched the full moon come up over the horizon. It was a very magical moment.
After I left the graveyard, I headed to my niece’s house, where she had celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday the previous Sunday. I visited her and her husband and left their home at 11:32 PM. I then drove to my sister’s house. My sister and her husband were at their mountain cabin in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, so I had the house all to myself.
I went online and chatted with my friend, Pam, in California and went to bed shortly afterward.