In the stillness of the night, a time when the world quiets and the veil between the physical and spiritual realms seems thinnest, I experienced something profound, a moment that would forever alter my understanding of healing and the divine connection we all share. This experience unfolded one unassuming evening, as the clock neared 2 am, a time that for me has always felt as natural as dusk to others.

As Kathy completed her nightly rituals, I lay in bed, my mind drifting into the serene embrace of relaxation. Closing my eyes, I anticipated the gentle, familiar descent into sleep. Instead, I found myself instantly transported to a realm of darkness, not of fear or void, but of vivid, waking lucidity. It was as though I had stepped into a dream, yet with a clarity and awareness that was unmistakably real.

The experience unfolded rapidly. From the shroud of darkness, faces emerged, one after another, approaching me. Men and women, embodying every race and age, each paused before me. Their gazes locked with mine. Each spoke a single line from a passage, their words resonating deep within my soul. The intensity of their passion was palpable, each phrase a transmission of profound truth, meant for me to hear, to understand, and to remember.

Then, a tall black man approached, his presence commanding yet gentle. With a statement of simple but infinite depth, he pointed to his heart, declaring, “That I Am Provides A Simple, Yet Powerful Truth. God Lives Here.”

Unlike the others, he did not retreat into the darkness. Instead, he stepped closer, his gaze unwavering, his smile a beacon of warmth.

“Jerry, do you understand?” he asked.

His request was clear: to remember and share the wisdom imparted to me.

Confused, I asked who these visitors were. His answer was simple:

“They are the many faces of God.”

The urgency in his voice roused me from the experience. I suddenly found myself sitting upright in bed, Kathy's voice pulling me fully back into the room.

Despite the briefness of the encounter, its impact was profound. Encouraged by Kathy, I captured the experience in writing. What emerged became the Healer's Mantra.

Each line can stand alone as a meditation. Read together, they became for me a meditation upon divinity, creation, and the connection we share with God and with one another.