Excerpt #11 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #10)

6:10 am – April 4, 2013

I’m finding it difficult to sit in one spot for any length of time. My body feels very unsettled and on high alert. I’m noticing the sounds in the house are amplified. The sound of the compressor cutting in on the fridge has startled me, and it sounds much louder than before. I glance out my dining room window to the east. The sky brightens up and a new day is cresting on the horizon. As the sun slowly rises over the field, the colors of the sunrise turn into an artful masterpiece.

The hues used to paint this new day are flawless. I notice that the reds, oranges and yellows against the aqua blue of the sky are in perfect harmony. These brilliant colors seem to also be alive. They’re more beautiful than I remember in the past.

There is a divine flow of energy placed in these colors. I feel like I’m witnessing a sunrise for the first time in my life. These colors are constantly changing right before my eyes; I feel like the breath of God has been placed in them. The clarity and brilliance of this scene is once again sensory overload.  My soulful vision has been opened up to a higher realm and I’m realizing the vast beauty of this place. Once again my eyes start to well up. My emotions are spinning out of control. I have cried more in the past week than I have all my life.

For the first time in my life I’m witnessing the spiritual side to the sunrise. The colors have an iridescence and holiness within them. I now realize that there is a sunrise happening every second of every day. Somewhere in the world the sun is rising and sharing its beauty with us. I have just never taken the time to appreciate its ever changing canvas.

The coffee is done brewing. The fresh brewed aroma fills the kitchen. I don’t remember it smelling so strong in the past. I take a sip and realize that it tastes like freshly ground coffee; it’s rich and robust. I head to the living room with my cup, hoping that my morning ritual will settle my restless soul. Unfortunately, the change of rooms doesn’t alter a thing. I move from the couch to the chair then to the love seat. I grab the blanket from the couch and warm it up in the clothes dryer. This has worked in the past when I found it difficult to sleep. With any luck the heated blanket will knock me out.  I try to get comfortable on the couch.

I’m just starting to relax when another vision starts up. In the blackness of my mind little white sparkles start to appear. Within seconds the darkness has turned into a slate of white snowflakes. Before I even have time to think, I realize the white canvas now has a black dot in the middle of it. This black spec starts to grow and another image is forming. I sit up quickly and open my eyes. I’m more than exhausted. These images are bringing me down further and further into the pit of fear and despair. Oh my God! I need help – I have to talk to someone.

I think for a minute…The only people I can trust with what’s happening are my immediate family. I’m pretty sure they can’t even save me from this nightmare. If I go back to the hospital the medical doctors will think I’m crazy. I’m pretty sure a week ago I would have been in agreement with them. I have never heard of anyone experiencing the heavenly realm while being fully conscious and awake. If it has happened to others I’m sure they would have kept it under wraps too.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful,

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