I know I’ve mentioned many times that Christians claim ownership over circumstances that I’ve now discovered to be widely universal, but yet another dawned on me today.
There are many terms for this experience, :…
Prayer Time. God time. Prayer Closet. Quiet time. Me time. Alone time. Meditation. Prayer. Chanting. Centering. Soaking. Self-hypnosis. Yoga. Retreat. Solace. Solitude. (Aaaaand probably infinitely more that I haven’t experienced myself.)
…but the result is the same (sorry Christians, you don’t own this): deeply relaxed and/or motivated state, clarity of mind, quietness and depth of thought. A time of listening to self (or “god) during which some sort of meaningful goals or healings were established. Quiet. Peace. Serenity. Aaaaand (wait for it,) Revelation.
During my Christian days, my “time alone with God” cultivated my very relationship with him. And honestly, it was one of the things I missed the most in losing faith. I felt so lonely without the ever-present voice in my head guiding me and assuring me of his love for me (so many things wrong with this, but that’s not the point at the moment).
But guess what?? I think I’ve found an adequate replacement. Recently I started a daily 1-hour-at-least time with just me in a completely quiet house. With two small babes and a business run from home, this had previously always been pushed to the back burner as it was very difficult to maintain. But due to a transition to a sun-deprived state (literally), I insisted. And now my husband leaves with our baby and toddler everyday for at least 60 minutes, during which time I just exist. In the quiet. I try to quiet my thoughts, but I listen for the deeper ones. What does that mean? Basically, it gives my deeper unmet needs a chance to voice themselves. Okay that still sounds pretty hokey. I’m just saying that by minimizing the distractions in my life as much as possible (which is the very hard part, why this sort of thing is often called a “discipline,”) I am able to think. Think.
Thinking means solving problems. Like, “why is my marriage unsatisfying?” or “why was I such a jerk to my children?” or “why do I feel like crap today?” and because of our great analyzing skills as humans, we are usually able to figure it out. This figuring out is often called enlightenment, revelation, or “God speaking to me” in religious circles, but it actually has nothing to do with religion but everything to do with setting aside time daily to think. Thinking is how dreams are born. How ideas come about. How healing takes place — emotionally healing. How someone realizes they need to apologize to their spouse. Or move to a new city. Or forgive their parents. Or have a more structured life. Or create a better church, denomination, or religion itself (Joseph Smith anyone?).
These revelations are so infrequent because our lives are just so dang busy and loud that we mistake them for miracles, for “God’s voice.” So those that take more time to listen, rather to think, are often mistaken as prophets, revelators, witches, fortune-tellers. Really they are just humans that are utilizing a part of their brain away from the mundane. You could do it too, just give it a chance. Thinking that is.
I testify to you, that without any sort of belief in the divine whatsoever, I receive such revelations of my own. And I, as a revelator of my own life and future, do challenge you to kneel before your bed, close your eyes, and think. And if you do, with an open-mind, thoughts will come to you.