I am always amused at those who wish to verify the very texture of the spiritual, with the measuring stick of the physical. I have come to know and deeply appreciate the true gift of faith I obviously have been given.

You see, I have always possessed a "knowing" that shared with me an inner vision of the existence of the divine. For me, it has never been a case of, "Is there a God?" I can't ever remember not being in His presence or feeling Him with me. As I have grown older, I have become aware of the fact that many people honestly have no idea of the reality of the divine.

As a young child in elementary school I was famous for giving my teachers actual fits, whenever they attempted to push the old evolution theory into our little minds. What they thought was mere conditioning, was in fact actual life experience for me.

My very first memories are of seeing spirit beings and watching them from my crib. Even though I now know that some were demons, I also remember the safety I felt, because I knew I was never alone. I had a knowing that my creator was with me 24/7.

I was much older before I came to realize that other people didn't see the things I saw, or hear the things I heard on a regular basis. As an adult, I understand that this is nothing unusual, as all the women in my family are either Psychic's or Evangelists.

When I was twelve years old, I had a medical test done, and the solution they used was deadly for me. Hours after the test, I went into anaphylactic shock, and stopped breathing and eventually died.

There in the emergency room, I could see everything from above my body. I was acutely aware of all that was going on around me. I suddenly knew all of the secrets of the universe, and could hear conversations on the phone between the night nurse of the small hospital of the town I lived in, and the doctor, awakened from his sleep. The doctor, was quite cold, and simply told the nurse he wasn't coming to the hospital. After all, what could he do for me?

I told myself that when I went back into my body, I would remember all of the truly spectacular things I now knew, but there was a presence with me, that made me understand that this knowledge could not be taken back, it belonged to another world. I was also made to understand that it wasn't my time to cross over yet and that I had work to do, but that I would be returning someday. I understood how wonderfully peaceful this death could be.

How can man, and his finite instruments of reason ever hope to weigh, measure, and calculate all that exists in this boundless cosmos? How can the finite, ever hope to grasp that which is infinite?

When we throw aside this vehicle of flesh we now dwell in, it is then that we really begin our greatest adventure. At least that is what I have come to understand. Time, and all of it's limits, only exist for this body, for this realm of existence.

There is however one thing we can take with us, one thing that survives even death, and that is the love we discover in us and around us. It's like a perfect strand of flawless pearls, each one, a love unique and sincere. I have never seen a U-haul in the cemetary, but I have seen love on the faces of those left behind to finish their own races.

When you stop to think and realize that we, our parents, and their parents before them, right on down to the first man and woman ever created, have all lived our lives as hostages. We were born into an environment filled with those who hate us the most.

The Fallen Angels, who left their first estate and took the daughters of men to wife and bare offspring haven't gone anywhere. They are still around, still trying to teach us their ways and feed us their lies. All in an effort to destroy the one thing in all of God's creation He loves and prizes the most, us.

In this day of modern technologies and major business deals, most of us are kept too busy, making bricks for Pharaoh, to notice that nothing has changed much. We are still lead astray by our curious nature to know more than we need to, to own more than we could ever hope to use in our lifetimes and to be more in the eyes of those we hope to impress. In short, we are lead away from that which would truly edify us and validate our lives in ways we all dream of, by the lust of the eye, the lust of the flesh and the pride of life.

So you see, the "fallen" haven't come up with any new tricks, they just keep revamping the old ones. They have one advantage, and one only! They have been free from the bondage of time, and they use this to their fill benefit.

They trick us into thinking that this is a BRAVE NEW WORLD, when in all honesty, the only thing that has changed in the equation is us. We haven't been this way before, despite all claims to the contrary. If we had, certainly we would recognize the enemy when we saw him.

They trick many into giving them their own God given ability to create, because The Fallen don't have that capacity. They hate us because we are created in the image of God and have been given that gift, when they haven't and never will be given this gift. So those who can't create, recruit.

So when science attempts to prove the existence of God or the existence of an "After-Life," I have to smile. I think somehow it makes God smile too. It's kind of like watching your two year old trying to figure out just how do they get all those pennies out of that bank without breaking it?

I realize that my views are not the beliefs of everyone, and that's okay. I also realize that perhaps one day these same beliefs may cost me my life, or at least this trial one in this "starter" vehicle, called my body, and that's okay too. It isn't my desire to offend, but in light of all the chaos that is life here on earth, sometimes it is nice to know that this isn't all there is.