Revelation
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
... for surely you have already heard of the Commission of God's grace that was given me for you, and how the mystery was made known to me by revelation, as I wrote above in a few words, a reading of which will enable you to perceive my understanding of the mystery of Christ. (vv. 2-4)
My mother was a musician in a dance band. Music and dancing were the fabric of my world. Vocal music is where my heart has connected as an adult.
For several years, I searched for the musical experience that would satisfy. After twenty years of singing with a church choir, my heart ached for something more.
I joined a large, Christian community choir where the level of music was challenging, and the director passionate. It was marvelous to sing amid those voices. One night of practice carried me through the week. After a season of singing, the spring concert was over. Aware of the upcoming commitment of both work and school, I planned to "sit out" for a year, then return.
Just before that time arrived, the church I'd been affiliated with for so long was in need of a director. Their former conductor had moved out of state, and the position was still not filled. I volunteered to lead the choir in the interim. A talented young man was soon hired, and I chose to stay for the remainder of the year while he became acclimated.
In the meantime, my search for satisfying music continued. I began arranging Sacred Sound workshops in the area, which explored the healing properties of sound. I decided to join a monthly toning group. After only the second meeting, I sensed that it was not right for me.
It was almost autumn again, and two years since I'd participated in the big Christian community choir. I auditioned and was eager to return to a setting that fed my soul. However, much to my disappointment, the director who had been such a joy to sing with had recently retired. I would not continue there.
I longed for music that reflected all of humanity. I began visualizing a World Music choir that performed pieces from various cultural traditions. Thoughts ran through my mind about this often, and amazing things began to occur. Information was given to me in dreams, such as, "Singing breaks down barriers -- choirs like this help create peace in the world," and so on. The new choir director at church seemed, somehow, to be part of this, and together we were led through some incredible synchronistic events around this idea.
I soon found myself singing in a choir he was directing at a women's college where he'd been asked to perform multi-cultural music. I didn't claim to understand what was happening. Trusting God's spirit to lead, I was following what, for me, was not only an opportunity to sing music that would finally satisfy my heart, but also an opportunity to help support the idea of a World Music choir which was providing a sense of spiritual purpose.
Clarity about my spiritual purpose was something I yearned for. The younger of my two sons was preparing for marriage in five months. I felt joy and gratitude for God's support and guidance during the parenting years that had now come to a close. In the previous three years, my husband had barely been present, working two jobs to help cover my decrease in income due to a new vocation.
Suddenly a major shift happened in the musical setting, as the director announced his plan to move to the other side of the country. My "meaningful spiritual purpose," as I'd been viewing it, disintegrated. I was puzzled. Had this purpose never really existed? Was my interpretation of the incredible events that led me to this situation bogus? What a crock! I didn't understand it at all. In fact I didn't understand anything. I was deeply humbled. Life was too difficult to figure out, and I was done trying. My spiritual reality fallen, I was disillusioned, and retreated to the arms of God.
My heart sank deeply, then my will collapsed. This surrender was one that reserved nothing: my heart, my will, my life. Your will be done, God. What it is, or even if it is, does not matter to me. I slept for a week. I was tired: tired of searching, tired of sorting, tired of fearing. I'd had enough. Life was way too confusing. I let it go-o-o-o ... all of it. My sons, now grown, were a blessing to me. The distance in my marriage had become very frustrating. I felt no purpose in my life, and the methods I'd counted on to interpret my world had proven grossly inadequate.
Not two weeks later, in the early morning hours, I felt my left leg jostling and fullness throughout my whole body. I felt a need to relieve myself -- everywhere. In a state somewhere between awake and asleep, I got out of bed, took a pen, and sat at the kitchen table where there was paper. My hand began to write. As I wrote, the fullness in me began to diminish. I wrote and wrote, having no idea, nor caring, about what was being written, but that it was relieving the fullness in me. When I felt completely emptied, I set the pen down, went to bed, and slept.
In the morning, having vaguely remembered the experience, I picked up the paper and read these exact words:
Go within you to touch what is real.
Feel it and sing it, share what is you.
Release your heart to Me.
I will make your life sing and satisfy your soul.
It is with Me that your life will sing
Your heart will sing with Me
Your heart will sing through Me
Your life will sing ... Me
Go there and you will sing.
If all is taken there, your heart will resonate a new life.
It's all and it's everything -- sing your soul.
Go to the core, and from there, sing out.
Release all that is not of it.
It will leave you with who you really are.
Who you are meant to be.
(Copyright 2000, Iris Ninis)
Two nights later, the experience happened again, and this prayer came to me:
Here in my belly is God's great light. A star, forever radiant and bright.
"Hold me within you, support and protect."
That star within me is everything, yes.
The sound of the ages is held within me.
As I go there and rest awhile, then do I see ...
It's all and it's everything that ever was --
A sound that supports -- a sound that is love.
I go there and listen, and am ready to feel that sound in me always ...
forever -- it's real.
"Resonate me, oh sound, holy light, shine in me always, pure and bright."
"My center, my refuge, At One let us be."
"Home in you now ...
my heart's finally free."
(Copyright 2000, Iris Ninis)
I cried for the following six months for little to no reason: joy, gratitude, grief, love. Everything and anything prompted tears. For a year and a half writing has continued to come to me in the night: poetry, drawing, and dialogue. The "voice" of the dialogue, is that of mother, father, friend, lover, and teacher, depending on what my needs are at the time.
Through the writing, I am consistently directed to the light of God within.
My mother was a musician in a dance band. Music and dancing were the fabric of my world. Vocal music is where my heart has connected as an adult.
For several years, I searched for the musical experience that would satisfy. After twenty years of singing with a church choir, my heart ached for something more.
I joined a large, Christian community choir where the level of music was challenging, and the director passionate. It was marvelous to sing amid those voices. One night of practice carried me through the week. After a season of singing, the spring concert was over. Aware of the upcoming commitment of both work and school, I planned to "sit out" for a year, then return.
Just before that time arrived, the church I'd been affiliated with for so long was in need of a director. Their former conductor had moved out of state, and the position was still not filled. I volunteered to lead the choir in the interim. A talented young man was soon hired, and I chose to stay for the remainder of the year while he became acclimated.
In the meantime, my search for satisfying music continued. I began arranging Sacred Sound workshops in the area, which explored the healing properties of sound. I decided to join a monthly toning group. After only the second meeting, I sensed that it was not right for me.
It was almost autumn again, and two years since I'd participated in the big Christian community choir. I auditioned and was eager to return to a setting that fed my soul. However, much to my disappointment, the director who had been such a joy to sing with had recently retired. I would not continue there.
I longed for music that reflected all of humanity. I began visualizing a World Music choir that performed pieces from various cultural traditions. Thoughts ran through my mind about this often, and amazing things began to occur. Information was given to me in dreams, such as, "Singing breaks down barriers -- choirs like this help create peace in the world," and so on. The new choir director at church seemed, somehow, to be part of this, and together we were led through some incredible synchronistic events around this idea.
I soon found myself singing in a choir he was directing at a women's college where he'd been asked to perform multi-cultural music. I didn't claim to understand what was happening. Trusting God's spirit to lead, I was following what, for me, was not only an opportunity to sing music that would finally satisfy my heart, but also an opportunity to help support the idea of a World Music choir which was providing a sense of spiritual purpose.
Clarity about my spiritual purpose was something I yearned for. The younger of my two sons was preparing for marriage in five months. I felt joy and gratitude for God's support and guidance during the parenting years that had now come to a close. In the previous three years, my husband had barely been present, working two jobs to help cover my decrease in income due to a new vocation.
Suddenly a major shift happened in the musical setting, as the director announced his plan to move to the other side of the country. My "meaningful spiritual purpose," as I'd been viewing it, disintegrated. I was puzzled. Had this purpose never really existed? Was my interpretation of the incredible events that led me to this situation bogus? What a crock! I didn't understand it at all. In fact I didn't understand anything. I was deeply humbled. Life was too difficult to figure out, and I was done trying. My spiritual reality fallen, I was disillusioned, and retreated to the arms of God.
My heart sank deeply, then my will collapsed. This surrender was one that reserved nothing: my heart, my will, my life. Your will be done, God. What it is, or even if it is, does not matter to me. I slept for a week. I was tired: tired of searching, tired of sorting, tired of fearing. I'd had enough. Life was way too confusing. I let it go-o-o-o ... all of it. My sons, now grown, were a blessing to me. The distance in my marriage had become very frustrating. I felt no purpose in my life, and the methods I'd counted on to interpret my world had proven grossly inadequate.
Not two weeks later, in the early morning hours, I felt my left leg jostling and fullness throughout my whole body. I felt a need to relieve myself -- everywhere. In a state somewhere between awake and asleep, I got out of bed, took a pen, and sat at the kitchen table where there was paper. My hand began to write. As I wrote, the fullness in me began to diminish. I wrote and wrote, having no idea, nor caring, about what was being written, but that it was relieving the fullness in me. When I felt completely emptied, I set the pen down, went to bed, and slept.
In the morning, having vaguely remembered the experience, I picked up the paper and read these exact words:
Go within you to touch what is real.
Feel it and sing it, share what is you.
Release your heart to Me.
I will make your life sing and satisfy your soul.
It is with Me that your life will sing
Your heart will sing with Me
Your heart will sing through Me
Your life will sing ... Me
Go there and you will sing.
If all is taken there, your heart will resonate a new life.
It's all and it's everything -- sing your soul.
Go to the core, and from there, sing out.
Release all that is not of it.
It will leave you with who you really are.
Who you are meant to be.
(Copyright 2000, Iris Ninis)
Two nights later, the experience happened again, and this prayer came to me:
Here in my belly is God's great light. A star, forever radiant and bright.
"Hold me within you, support and protect."
That star within me is everything, yes.
The sound of the ages is held within me.
As I go there and rest awhile, then do I see ...
It's all and it's everything that ever was --
A sound that supports -- a sound that is love.
I go there and listen, and am ready to feel that sound in me always ...
forever -- it's real.
"Resonate me, oh sound, holy light, shine in me always, pure and bright."
"My center, my refuge, At One let us be."
"Home in you now ...
my heart's finally free."
(Copyright 2000, Iris Ninis)
I cried for the following six months for little to no reason: joy, gratitude, grief, love. Everything and anything prompted tears. For a year and a half writing has continued to come to me in the night: poetry, drawing, and dialogue. The "voice" of the dialogue, is that of mother, father, friend, lover, and teacher, depending on what my needs are at the time.
Through the writing, I am consistently directed to the light of God within.
