Many years ago, my ex-boyfriend and I were invited to a Bahá’í couple’s home to watch a documentary about the life of Muhammad. We gathered around the TV, and I soon realized it was a very long documentary. It focused on historical facts and contained no images of him, so I knew I would not be able to focus for long. I thought I would rather try to get to know him directly through meditation and, hopefully, connect with him by asking the question: What is your defining quality compared to other prophets?
After meditating for about 50 minutes, I felt inner turmoil and quietly removed myself from the others. I walked down the stairs of the apartment building and went outside. I felt the energy increase and rush up and down through ida and pingala, two of the main energy channels. My body felt reduced to an image as I experienced only energy, and I cried uncontrollably.
When I got a little calmer, I chose to go into the hallway in case someone came outside and saw me. On the other side of the front door, it became even more intens. A pitch-black portal appeared in the grey stone wall and shortly after, I could see a male figure within the opening, equally dark, making it difficult to see his features. The overwhelming force removing all my resistance and control was emanating from him and even stronger as he stood right in front of me. My legs gave away and I cried even harder than before. I understood it to be Muhammad, with long hair and a beard. I scanned the energy from him. It was pure power.
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