Faith: In time of crisis, we realize how not in control we are
On a bright sunny summer day in 2001, I left Denver for my home in Telluride. Half-way through the 1.5-mile Eisenhower tunnel on Interstate 70, I got a strong intuition to pull off and take a short nap as soon as I got through the tunnel. When I saw all the trucks, noise, and mud at the exit, I decided to keep going until I could find a nice, shaded spot to take a nap.
About1,800 feet down the road later I woke up to find myself flying heads up and looking down at the highway to my left. It was not until I saw the panicked face of a woman in a car still on I-70 looking up at me flying, that I realized I was in trouble.
I still had my hands on the steering wheel, when my inner voice, said, “You’re not in control”. That frightening reality forced me to just let go. A certain peace came over me as I surrendered to my situation. Shortly after that, my flying Toyota flipped upside down and I landed in a shallow mountain creek.
Then I had to deal with the decision to unbuckle my seat belt knowing I would fall on my head when I fell out of my upside-down seat. The water was flowing past the car, and I finally decided I had to confront this challenge. I popped the seat belt and was able to push the door open and get out and stand up. I was in an altered state, and I knew angels were around me. I stood up in the water, put my hands on the rocker panel and as I did so I was aware that my deceased parents were on either side of me. I was safe.
Instantly, a nurse climbed down the mountain from the highway, asking me if I was ok. I knew I had hurt my leg, but I told her I was really shaken, and she just happened to have some tranquilizers with her. When I calmed down, a wrecker came close enough to get my car out of the creek. I call that a miracle.
Recently, that memory comes back to me when I think about what’s happening to America right now. From the Revolutionary War to the Civil War and our two World Wars and our Vietnam War we have been able to identify our enemies. Our Civil War allowed us to identify our foes by geography, distinctive battle wear and tactics. Today, our coming war finds us living side by side with our fellow citizen-enemies and our fears and anger spill out into our daily lives.
We are in trouble and a way out is not visible. We are all living with a trigger finger sensitivity, and we are already armed to the teeth. We have 25,000 citizen-owned AK-47s and enough bullets to kill a large percentage of our fellow Americans.
Something must give. But what?
As I see it, our best option is to change our minds. Here’s how I am changing my mind. People all over the world worship more than 1,200 gods, both masculine and feminine. America’s God is masculine. So in the coming conflict both sides will be led by a masculine God ..... an Old Testament God.
I’ve changed my mind. I do not worship a warlike God. I have replaced the word God with the word Source. As I worship and take my direction from The Source, I find myself realizing there is only one Source. I think of it as a bright shining light, eternal, strong and present everywhere and in every second. I feel this presence through the vibrations and frequencies in my everyday life, in my body and in my heart.
I don’t plead with the Source to get me out of life’s crises. My prayers to The Source are to seek help when I realize I have forgotten who I am. The Source is eternal and consistent. Because it is energy and vibration, I, too, am energy and vibration. The minute I start feeling like I am separate from The Source, I see myself creating dysfunctional frequencies and vibrations, and I get into trouble. (As in flying off a mountain and winding upside down in a creek, having been told beforehand, by The Source, to stop and rest.)
Careful breathing, quiet time, and a desire for peace in my life slowly bring me back to The Source and life feels peaceful and good. I want to be in harmony with my vibrations and frequencies which are The Source as me. Frequently my direct path back to The Source involves playing the "Hymn of the Cherubim," (Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom, Op.41, written by Tchaikovsky in 1878 and performed by The USSR Ministry of Culture Choir, available on YouTube.)
Today, we have already been pulled apart by forces and leaders who want to produce a country that will reflect their own ego deficiencies and shatter the ideals and promises we have sought to define us through our Declaration of Independence, our Civil War, and our foreign wars in our 248-year history. This is America’s Near-Death Experience, writ large across our consciousness, by our addiction to our media, our laziness to do our homework and our reliance on screaming at each other with our hands on our guns.
We will not survive this. We must change our minds before we can change our lives. And each of us is the only person with the power to change our minds.
In our hearts we believe and know that America has been blessed with a Divine Mission, even when we are at our lowest point. I sense this is going to be resolved by 2026 as America passes its 250th anniversary of its founding. Today, we dare not challenge this Divine Mission, our greatest gift. Perhaps this message about The Source will help you change your mind.
Chuck Robison is a former United Nations protestant chaplain. His book, “The Quantum Conspiracy,” written with his wife Karen, is available at Amazon.
This article originally appeared on Austin American-Statesman: Faith: In time of crisis, we realize how not in control we are
