I watched Stephen W. Hawkings Into the Universe the other day, and am still thinking about it. To be honest, I skipped to the last of the three episodes, because I didn’t know if I’d like it, or even be able to understand it. Turns out that I loved it and found it extremely easy to understand – but huge in concept, if that makes sense.
So… it made me wonder if Mr. Hawking believes in God. Even though I write a lot about spirituality, and although I very much believe in God – I’m not one of those crazy God-freaks. From watching this special, I came up with three conclusions about the beginning of the universe.
1. That’s a heck of a lot of coincidences.
2. So many coincidences are not impossible – but unlikely.
3. It seems very likely to me that there is a grand design or purpose behind it.
But it was really the stuff about dark matter and gravity that really stuck with me. Basically, dark matter separates, gravity integrates. Push and pull, good and evil, dark and light, woman and man. My mind has just been going crazy thinking about dark matter and gravity, and since I’m still thinking about it, I’m not going to write about it like there’s some final answer.
However, what all that thinking brought me to was the most profound and sacred experience of my life. I might have been about 17. I was laying down to go to sleep, when suddenly a bright light surrounded me. It was incredibly beautiful and loving, and in that instant, I was given so much insight and understanding, and… I don’t know how to say this exactly, but in that instance, I knew everything.
I knew that there was a purpose behind everything, and I saw what it was. I saw that everything had a purpose, including things that seemed to have no import or meaning. I saw the galaxy in it’s stunning detail, and was shown picture after picture of all kinds of spirals and medicine wheels. The universe is a spiral, is the only thing I remember, and that’s undoubtedly way too simple. And I was shown all kinds of math – but I don’t remember any of it – just the number 4.
I must have asked why was I here, because I saw that I indeed, do have a purpose. In my vision, I saw that there was a reason that my name was Rose, and that it had 4 letters, and I saw that I was supposed to impact each person in a specific way, for the better, and I saw a medicine wheel with a spiral for a center.
Then the most amazing thing of all happened. The spirals folded down, and my name circled around it, finally stopping where the R was in the North, the O was in the West, the S was in the South, and the E was in the East over the medicine wheel.
“You are the Compass Rose,” a voice told me. “You will show the others to their path.” And indeed, I’ve always seemed to have a special knack for helping people find their way (even though I have absolutely the worst direction sense for myself and get lost all the time). It often seems like I am the precursor for great things in people’s life.
“You are the Compass Rose, and you will show the others to their path.” Wow.
That beautiful light slowly withdrew, and all the knowledge that I’d learned did as well. I immediately woke up and started writing down the things I wanted to remember – 4, medicine wheel, spirals, galaxy, rose, compass rose, which is the only reason I remember any of that knowledge that I got that day.
The next day, just out of curiousity, I looked up ‘compass rose,’ in the encyclopedia, and was floored to find out that there was such a thing. It’s the drawing behind most compasses…. I’d never heard of a compass rose before, and was astounded by what I found – I was also astounded that I just then had my experience validated, at least for myself. It was not any knowledge that I’d known before the vision, but was something I could directly trace to the vision itself.
I share Edward Cayce’s birthday. Not that I think I’m special in anyway for that, just that I think it’s interesting that one of the most profound experiences in my life happened while I was getting ready to sleep. Naysarers will probably say that I was taking drugs like acid (never have), had a sleep -waking dream (forgot what those are called), or even a psychotic episode. Either of those last two could be true, but I don’t think so – for one, that was 20 years ago, and I haven’t had anything like that before or since.
As for me, I know that it happened, without a doubt. And this is one of the main reasons, that although I seriously doubt religion, that I entirely believe in God. I had what I believe to be a truly sacred experience, and it has impacted me from that moment onward.