Finding Sanctuary in the Many Faces of God: Flames of Grace: My Thirty-Year Journey into the Divine

There was a time in my youth, when I wandered in the shadows,

Lost in the throes of anxiety,

The questions of life, kept me searching, 

Keenly transgressing my innocence. 

But then, in the quiet of my soul,

In my early twenties, a light found me, 

The change, was like a coming of age;

I transitioned to the centring of my soul.

Through a 'radical doubt';

It allowed a more complex understanding and wisdom to guide. 

I unlocked the masking of the physical realms;

To find a deeper meaning and expansion of philosophical and spiritual experience. 

I looked beyond the material, attuning to the fabric that binds us in collective consciousness; to find a world of life.

The illuminations and wisdom did not arrive through light confined to one name or one face,

Or one area of existence, one philsophy or religion. 

I found that for me consciousness was in everything; 

The birds the trees, even the air around me held emotion.

A sacred understanding weaving through many paths,

From then on many voices, many faces of the Divine, Deities and Archangels,

Touched me and illuminated me all through my life.

Last night, as I sat in the sacred rhythm of Kirtan chanting,

The world softened, I looked back at my 30 years of experience relating to spiritual my relationships, as I went into trance and vision:

I saw Krishna, hiding cheekily behind a tree, slowly he stepped forward looking the same as he did when I first experienced him; 

Playing the flute he had used to court me, when he first initiated me into Tantra.

I had been scared at the time,

the experience was so overwhelming, my whole body so invested.

A clear message about the power of God,

His ability to transform the darker shadows of our soul into illumination and light. 

To take us away from suffering,

I sat chanting and welcoming him,

Giving him thanks for the journey of my becoming.

For although very few had understood the depth of my experience,

Through the weave of the healing arts and of tantra.

He had saved me, but not on his own,

with the protection of other deities;

including Jesus and an experience of God.

I had found a deep well of power in the kundalini energy that gave me so much buoyancy.

Casting out darkness, archetypal demons and tricky tricksters.

In those days we were able to operate with an integrity like no other,

In which we could feel fully supported and present with our voice of truth.

I worked at Covent Garden, London, seeing thousands of people,

My hands profoundly accurate at attuning to people’s stories,

Channelling healing energy,

In the clearing of anger, pain and fear.

Transforming energies into security, bliss, joy,

helping people to find love, direction;

Routes in work and business,

Through inspiring paths that brought meaning to their lives.

I sat at the Kirtan chant yesterday,

As I moved into trance and entered a state of vision.

I saw my hands cupped, full of oil, with a long wick.

In my vision, I was invited to light the wick from a candle, 

I nurtured it, and lit the wick also in my other hand,

allowing my cupped hands to transform into two oil lamps,

At first, small flames flickering with a fragile hope,

then the flames grew, dancing, reaching up to the stars,

Then, as if the universe breathed into me,

My whole being became fire

As if my whole being became inflamed,

A peaceful fire that illuminated my presence and created sanctuary;

By burning away my pain, my confusion, my sorrow, drawing the pain away from me.

I had revisited concerns that I had related to in my twenties more recently and it had triggered a path to my re-awakening.

As the fire raged I found personal space,

Emotional space, sacred space,

A sanctuary carved out by the breath of the Holy Spirit.

By the spirit of the Hindu Gods, I was able to welcome the Avatars of God, 

They had visited me, comforted me and I had seen the way they saved me.

Jesus was always there through my path, giving me a pillar of strength in my times of fear,

A sword of truth, as protection, reassurance, opening a portal into the Grace of God.

The faces of God, Our Guides, the light that never fades.

This is the same eternal flame alive in the Tree of Life,

In the teachings of Buddha’s stillness,

In Heruka and Vajrayogini,

In the deep calling of the Shaman’s drum,

In the animals and the plants,

In the loving forms of Krishna, Vishnu, Shiva, Ganesh, Kali and the great Hindu Bahman.

In the arms of Archangel Michael,

As I feel touched by my saviours as they readily reach me,

And enable a grace as I emerge from the compromises and limits of a relentless society,

Of karmic lessons, growth, rebirth and liberation through

Understanding, boundaries, values, accountability and forgiveness.

We exist in a vast spiritual landscape,

Woven from countless histories, cultures and souls

A place sometimes messy, tricky, with tricksters;

Brimming with pain and shadows that refuse to be ignored.

But this sacred earth is where healing begins,

Where God’s love meets us, not in demand of perfection,

But in invitation to be wholly ourselves,

Shepherding us in a direction of healing;

In every cracked, fragile, aching part.

The healing of Jesus shows us love;

Welcoming the lost, the pained, the weary,

Teaching us salvation is never out of reach, it is a journey,

He is the way, the truth and the light

but there are many deities that can touch and restore,

As God expresses himself in many ways, the emotions of our lives are complex

And are attended to in many ways.

Forgiveness a key to neutralising karmic pain.

From the flames of the shaman’s fire circle,

To the silent breath of Buddhist meditation,

From the chanting halls of Hindu voices,

To the discipline found in pews of Christian churches;

The message is the same:

Come as you are,

Express your truth, your will, your pain, 

attune to the scriptures, 

for in Grace

You will be held.

And you will be healed.

My journey has been touched by many hands;

Attuned to many Holy Scriptures:

By Sanskrit mantras flowing like rivers of light,

By the Hebrew Star of David Soul Plans,

By the ancient scriptures of the Bible,

By the mysterious branches of Kabbalah’s Tree of Life,

By the stillness whispered in Buddhist silence,

By the earth-bound rituals of the Shaman,

By the depth of understanding found through Past Lives, Parallel Lives, Akashi Records;

In the temples of Egypt, guarded by Anubis;

By the Holy Springs attuned to God's love.

By God's anger in directing a more wholesome peace;

All revealing facets of one vast Divine Love.

I have found sanctuary in sacred places;

not only in temples or churches, but in the land itself,

where spiritual experience expresses itself, in water and stone,

Portals into high vibration Holy energies;

Where time dissolves in the presence of the Holy.

At Jesus' Well in Cornwall, I sat in the stillness,

And felt Him beside me deeply present,

black wiry beard brushing against my cheek,

His energy real in vision and sensory experience.

He gave guidance, hope, love, direction;

Told me to not be afraid,

A clear understanding of what to expect;

He spoke of ‘Our Lord’ in a way that I will never forget;

The experience opened me up again, to the Hoy Spirit of Our Lord,

In a way that was attuned to a deep experience of God

A deep knowing and validation of a power beyond our own undoing.

His presence gentle, close and intimate.

His language, biblical; 

A reminder that 'He' always walks beside us.

Once in Venice, in my twenties, I wandered, heartbroken, aching,

yearning to understand why my love challenges were so complex.

I struggled so hard to settle, to find an alignment.

I would cry into the beauty of the city,

the canals catching my reflection,

There was a voice I heard then, 

That was always present,

Every time I went to Venice, year after year;

Soft, luminous, always loving;

I called her Mother Venice.

She held me in deep compassion, guiding me, whispering to my sorrow.

And then, last year, over twenty years later, she revealed herself;

She was Mother Mary.

Her love was no longer hidden in the waters, but stood with me, radiant and clear,

This year, at Easter, at St Just Rosaland, Cornwall, England,

Jesus spoke to me again; 

Youthful and golden-bearded this time,

Casting a sword into the earth before me.

It struck the ground with impact.

He showed me how sacred truth is mocked;

The games played with spirit,

The dilution of faith, the confusion of trust,

And the corruption of power.

He revealed the pillar;

'He' had once held when he was flogged, not of power, but of surrender and strength;

In resiliance, defiance, in standing up to his truth and 'He' asked me to do the same.

It was a moment that I was in immense pain,

With the estrangement of a family member;

but in that separation, I was given a Holy gift.

Through that sword and pillar, I learned how to stand;

Not in resistance, but in the resilience that love allows.

When the pain became too much to carry.

Later this year, as I was ready to flee, to live abroad,

Krishna, Vishnu and Shiva came through fire, through vision, through ceremony.

They danced the darkness, burnt off the residue of sorrow, and inflamed me in light.

Through past life regression, over twenty years

I have glimpsed my over-soul’s many chapters;

Lives where love was lost and found,

Where lessons stretched into this lifetime.

Multi dimensions of quantum physics, that reveal that all is connected,

That love flows through every atom, every breath,

That we have support in moving beyond the past trauma's of our soul,

Binding us in the divine web of existence.

A Call to Unity, Trust, and Compassion

In a world fractured by separation and fear,

The greatest spiritual need is unity.

To let go of judgment, hierarchy, and division,

By letting go of the hierarchy in religious orders;

We can open our hearts wide,

To the many faces of God:

Jesus, Vishnu, Krishna, Shiva, Buddha, Anubis,

The Great Spirit, the Holy Spirit,

The ancestors, the teachers, the healers, the archetypes of the Divine.

Religion is a recent invention,

Spirituality an ancient order.

For peace we must recognise the difference,

And find sanctuary in many forms of architecture,

Including temples, churches, the biomimicry woodlands, rivers and seas;

As a global community.

We are not divided faiths but one human family,

Seeking the same light,

Reflections of one infinite Love,

Healed by the same Divine flame.

I invite you to dance with your emotions,

To sing, to draw, to celebrate, to beat that drum in time with your wisdom,

Opening up to the eyes of Our ‘Lord’.

Not to hide them away in fear or shame,

But to feel their sacred vibrations,

To let them move you, teach you, transform you.

Let the breath of the Holy Spirit stir your heart,

The fire of Agni awaken your soul,

The drum of the ancestors call you home.

Through meditation, prayer and dance,

Create space within yourself;

A sanctuary where pain becomes peace,

Where sorrow becomes song,

Where your spirit can breathe and heal.

God’s love is a fire that never dies,

A light that welcomes us home;

To ourselves, to each other,

To the Divine presence that holds all.

Embrace the many faces of God,

Know the sacred space we live in,

Dance with your spirit and your pain,

And step into the radiant light of healing and hope.

Know God presents himself in all that is

And we are never abandoned,

He will find a path, that honours you

Acknowledges your pain

And releases you from your suffering.

He will protect you and save you.

But it may not be in the way that you imagine.

Peace comes to those who see past the physical masking;

In all that we are, a message from our Lord, to enable our ascension.

Amanda - Channelling Healing Energy

https://www.insightforlife.co/inspired-living-appointments

Art work by Amanda

Yeshua - Jesus , an Avatar of God - drawn after a vision

Golden Light, Amanda uses circluar rings to express a soul, like a halo of a being.

An Ink drawing, Jesus

Soul Birth by Amanda

Tree of Life by Amanda

Petals with Ink Writing by Amanda

Ink drawing by Amanda

shamanic bird by Amanda

Amanda depiction of her own death