Half Bag of Ketchup Chips

It was the evening of Easter Monday 2022 and I was settling down on my make-shift bed on the living room floor with extra large bag of ketchup chips in hand ready to snuggle into the cozy blankets in front of the tv.

I was in better spirits after feeling like an empty shell inside for the most part of the Holy Weekend. I wracked myself in guilt all weekend searching for an answer. “Why Father did Jesus die on the cross?” I was raised in the Church, I always strongly held on to my Faith all through the years, and here I was 49 years old and not having a clue. I went to Church thinking the Pastor would clarify things in his Sermon since it was Easter Sunday. I walked out feeling empty and rejected. Nothing like my childhood experiences. My Mother had always made Easter a big deal. The Easter service in our little fire heated church with the big meal following and everyone in attendance laughing and rejoicing. Me wearing my soft lavender colored Easter dress not a care in the world. But that Sunday everyone wasn’t dressed so nice, attendees seemed down and I left feeling a sense of sadness. It was even a cloudy day! I didn’t pay attention in Church all these years nor did I pay attention in Sunday school. What kind of a Christian was I? A disappointment to myself! That’s what I was.

That Monday evening sitting on the floor, I comforted myself eating and relishing a ½ bag of ketchup chips. I wasn’t going to get down on myself anymore with the weekend wrapping up and behind me. I licked my fingers putting away the rest for later.

I decided to check out You Tube first. I followed a few individuals who had helped me through my Spiritual Awakening since last August. I opened up the app and the first video link showed a big clock counting down on Christina’s site. It was a count down to a mass live meditation beginning within the hour. I noticed there were about 75,000 people signed on. I was fairly new to meditation so when I watched her short video on “the rules” I realized I shouldn’t have ate those chips. Too late now! You simply don’t eat then meditate. Other pointers were not to be afraid and if you left the session to have your spirit guides bring you back. Another was to keep the spine straight.

The clock counted down then it re-started again for a bit and finally Christina came on. She mentioned that this meditation was supposed to be for registrants only but there was a hiccup in the process and they decided to go ahead with it available to anyone.

I was seated on the floor wondering how to put my legs, if I should lay down, or if my sore back would affect it. Then suddenly all that didn’t matter because a huge mass of energy entered into my chest and my spine instantly straightened out on its own. I was flooded with intense vast amounts of energy coming from the tv. I closed my eyes and I was sitting in a huge egg- shaped dome that was suspended in a pure blue white sky. I looked around and seen little lights scattered everywhere. Christina said those were the others. I could sense the presence of my spirit guides behind me, Elbert behind my left shoulder and John behind my right shoulder. I began to panic and get scared and I pulled out. I instantly regretted this and asked for my Guides to help me back in, and they did. Christina led the meditation by asking all of us in attendance to connect and we did. She asked all our spirit guides to connect and they did. Then she asked for the Angels to attend and 2 or 3 large Angels came descending down upon the top of the dome and flooded the dome with the most calming blue gel type substance. Christina asked for the blue energy to flood into Mother Earth so that she may be calm and it did. The Angels then told Christina that we can keep some of that energy to carry with us in our hearts whenever we needed it. I took some and tucked it into my chest.

Suddenly I felt a presence coming straight toward me. And as he was approaching me Christina asked that our Spirit Masters come forward. And before I knew it I was holding Jesus in my arms! I remember looking down and seeing his bare back thinking he’s a small framed man. As I held him in my arms I was given my answer that I had been asking that whole weekend. “Why Jesus did you die on the cross?” And I FELT IT through my whole being: BECAUSE HE LOVES US.

The following Sunday I went to church and sat alone in my usual spot at the back pew. Pastor said aloud in his sermon “I wonder what Jesus was like all those thousands of years ago?” I chuckled and smiled to myself “thousands of years! How about last Monday?”

This is a true story. Events within the Meditation itself may not be in the right order as my memory is beginning to falter. I have made it a habit not to “over-think” of such happening as my mind will start to try to figure out how and why this has happened leading into an out-of-control spiral of thoughts and “story telling”.