"Don't Forget Who You Really Are" - Dancing with Jesus

I love this art. It reminds me of one of the first encounters I had with Jesus in a vision in 2009 when I was about 26. Jesus has always been close to me, even when I was far. 

My intention in sharing this isn't to be sensational or to tout myself arrogantly as a mystic, but to perhaps share the message within so that others may learn something and to spread the Love that I felt in my heart.

I had strayed from my Catholic faith, so I was not seeking him at the time or trying to have this type of experience.

After slipping into a heavy meditative state, I found myself on a rock in the middle of a vast and endless body of water. To my right, I could see an island across the water with a forest of trees. 

I would see this place in a few more visions. I called this island "Ascension Shore", which I also named my blog after. I got it from some Peter Murphy lyrics, and it seemed fitting.

I sat at the sandy shore on the island with my knees to my chest. Someone was sitting next to me.

"Are you Jesus?", I asked. "Are you my Animus? Who are you?"

We sat in silence for a few moments. Then, without words, he took my hand. The sound of a trumpet blowing in the distance filled the air. 

(I didn't realize then the biblical significance of a trumpet blowing. It's a call to assembly. On the day of the Lord's return a trumpet shall sound in heaven to gather his elect. Perhaps the trumpet sounding will come in this way, and not sound for everyone to hear?)

Then there was beautiful music, and we began dancing. He swirled me about and just danced with me. No words needed to be said. There was a waterfall beside us and I heard the sound of rushing water. (We were either wearing white or surrounded by bright white light.) The experience was so pure and beautiful. I felt a heavy aching that gripped my core and I started crying (I was actually crying as I was meditating, trembling and tears rolling down my cheeks).

I told him I was sorry and that I didn't know why I was crying. I felt very emotional. He said God loves all of his children. He let me know that I need to learn to love myself. The last thing I remember before coming out of my meditative state were the words, "Don't forget who you really are".

I realized later on that when we were dancing—wearing white and surrounded by white light—what had happened was similar to Mathew 17:2: 

“2 There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light.”