A Vision in Mirrors

When I tell you this story, I am not asking for your belief. I am inviting you into wonder. Into the possibility that the divine is not distant, not enthroned, but shimmering in the space between faces, found in the act of truly seeing one another.

This is where my Mirror Gospel began:
with light scattered through glass, with countless reflections gleaming back, with the sense that divinity is nearer than I had ever been told.

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All creation begins with desire.

And I desired to find God.

Not the God they told me lived at church. Not the one who demanded hymns, or the one I begged for help in desperate prayers … who always answered hollow.

No. I longed for the God beyond the limits of dogma. The one that lived in the core of all humanity. Who dwelled at the center of the spiral the ancients walked by instinct, that coiled closer and closer to the truth with each pass…

One afternoon, under a hard bright sun, I closed my eyes and opened into meditation. Suddenly, the air swelled and shifted.
Meditation became vision.

I was in a strange room with no walls. Golden light dappled through the air as if beneath a canopy of trees. The light itself was alive; warm, moving, breathing. Then it descended: something like a chandelier… vast and golden, dazzling. It glittered with thousands of hanging mirrored shards of glass
Each shard caught the light, scattering its brilliance until the whole space glowed like a living cosmos.
And when I peered into those mirrors, I did not see myself, not as I expected.

I saw faces.

Thousands of them.

Every face different. Every face, somehow, mine.

And in that endless kaleidoscope of recognition, I heard myself whisper: “We all wear the face of God.”

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