Deeper Perception Made Practical

God and Me, a GUEST POST by Belinda


What Belinda modestly neglects to write in this Guest Post is that she now works professionally as a hypnotist and healer. Her essay is part of our ongoing series on how our view of God has evolved over time, with special emphasis on the role of deeper perception, such as aura readings, empath merges, reading faces and, in this case, a miraculous experience that I would call reading auras with a strong gift for psychic knowing.

If you would like to contribute, email your essay to me at RoseRosetree[at]

I can tell you that as a child I believed God was a father like my father because that’’s how I was taught. In my mind’’s eye as a child, I saw God as ethereal yet in human form but living above me and elsewhere in our vast universe.  I believed he could peek through the clouds and change things. 

I grew up in a loving, caring family with a wonderful mother and father. We attended the Methodist church, and I loved going to Sunday school and learning about all the wonderful things God did through His son, Jesus. I believed in the Holy Trinity, the communion of saints, and the forgiveness of sins as I recited the Apostle’s Creed from the age of 6.

My father was a very successful businessman and a wonderful provider, so we never lacked for anything. When I was 12 years old, he placed Helen Steiner Rice’s poem, “Climb ‘Til Your Dreams Come True,” in a frame on my dresser. This had a profound effect on my life. Though I was taught about faith, hope, and love, reading this poem instilled in me a deep desire to know God with all my heart, soul, and mind. My faith was strengthened and a strong desire to know the truth about God was born at that moment.

When I was in my junior year of high school, my father called a family meeting with my mother, brothers and sister and told us he was losing his eyesight as a result of diabetic retinopathy. I was devastated and cried for longer than I care to remember. I prayed to God to heal my father and had recurring dreams of putting my hands over his eyes so he could see.

Though this dream never came true, I never lost my faith and believe we all have “healing hands” should we choose to use them, in that the all-pervading force and energy of the universe I have grown to know as God, Infinite Intelligence, Divine Mind, All That Is, is available to us AT ALL TIMES, and the relationship deepens as we go deeper within our core, spiritual selves seeking Oneness with our God-self.

When I look back on the limited perception I had of God as a child, I am in awe with how my relationship has transformed and grown. I once dated an OB-GYN surgeon who came here to the United States from Chili to study in vitro fertilization. We would go regularly to the Washington Cathedral to pray.

One day, when I knelt to pray, all that would come into my head was “Flaquito Alihandro” (phonetic), and it repeated over and over.  I had absolutely no control over my thoughts.

When I stood up, my attention was drawn to the engraved words on a stained glass window, “Daughter, take courage; thy faith hath made thee well.”

As we sat on stools eating a sandwich at a nearby deli, I gained enough courage to ask him if he had ever heard those words.  He immediately tried to change the words, and I repeated them again. He appeared shocked and stood motionless as he explained to me that those words meant “skinny Alexander” in English, and this is what he, and only he called his son.

I told him about my experience while kneeling to pray in the cathedral and that I felt he should contact his son immediately.   Ignoring my promptings, he finally called after a three-hour drive back home only to find that his son had been desperately trying to reach him for three days.

At the end of the phone conversation with his son, he looked at me and exclaimed, “Woman, you are a witch, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart. My son needed me more than ever in his life.”

His son arrived in the United States for a visit a few weeks later and thanked me again telling me he needed his father more than ever in his life. To this day, I do not why he needed his father so badly. What I do know is that our Infinite Creator answered his prayers through me.

I am so thankful that I am a co-creator with my Divine Father/Mother God and dance to the beat of a different drum while simultaneously maintaining awareness of my interconnectedness and openness to ALL THAT IS. My perception of God has certainly changed as I have grown spiritually.

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