Peace – Steve Beckow @ Golden Age of Gaia

Flight of Colour and Bliss Painting by Jennifer Baird @ Fine Art America

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The Peace that Passeth Understanding

This is another example of how the knowledge of events that happen to us unfolds over time.

I had an experience of the peace – deep peace – of the Natural Self. And I just realized that it was of the same class that Paul was pointing at when he referred to “the peace that passeth understanding.”

What Paul experienced was much deeper than what I did. I’m not trying to compare the two for depth.

But I am trying to compare the two for composition.  They were both deep experiences of peace.

Think of an elevator. You know you’re on the right elevator. This is not the one that goes up from the ground floor (unless you prefer that metaphor; I like depth). This is the one that goes down.

You have several more floors down to go. But you know you’re at least on the right elevator.

Paul’s experience was several floors further down than mine but we’re on the same elevator.

What was my experience?

While lying down, I had an experience of watching my thoughts and feelings flow by me. Later, Archangel Michael, in a personal reading, told me that I was “interdimensionally travelling.”

I felt as if I were on a train, watching it slowly leave the station and looking at the faces as they passed by. I suddenly saw a red-headed man who had a remarkable composure to him. I was struck by it on a spiritual level and took a mental snapshot.

As soon as the man was recognized, it was as if he shot out an energetic dart at me. A bond was made.  And I said to myself: “I know this depth of peace that this man has shown me. It’s the Natural Self.”

Immediately I found myself sinking into a deep, deep sense of peace, way down deep. I ended up in a place that was absolutely solid. It was as if I were standing on a slab of granite.

Later again, in An Hour with an Angel, Michael also described peace as being like stone and I remarked that that was my experience as well. I would have expected downy softness.

The solidity of the ground under my feet probably reflected my own inner stability, which seems to be a gift of true peace when it becomes permanent.

This peace passed understanding in the sense that the mind was so still I’d have to describe it as inactive, archived, taken offline. There was no such act as understanding going on because the mind was decommissioned.

Of course the experience passed, as all do short of Ascension.

I’m beginning to suspect that all my experiences are truncated.   Such an experience as this I’d expect to utterly transform me. But instead I simply gained a new and deeper appreciation for peace and a desire to be permanently peaceful.

At first I didn’t make more of the experience than a brief glimpse of peace. But these experiences are like acorns, that gradually take root and begin to grow.

It’s only perhaps a year later that I find myself making connections: “Hey, I know what the peace that passeth understanding feels like.” Piece-meal. Sudden insights in the shower. One piece of the puzzle at a time.

What I’m demonstrating by this discussion is something I’ve mentioned a number of times before: That these experiences don’t come with a user’s manual and glossary. We have to piece the puzzle together ourselves, if we even know there are questions to be asked.

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Flight of Colour and Bliss Painting by Jennifer Baird @ Fine Art America

http://goldenageofgaia.com/2017/07/18/the-peace-that-passeth-understanding/

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