He came to me in a dream. The one who turned water into wine, the one who parted the sea. He broke bread with the poor and with those in need. He walked upon the water and called the storm to silence. He healed the dead and the dying, and he rose on that day. They called him the King of Kings, the Son of Man’s God. But what I knew of him was not of man at all. It was something older, deeper, and without name.
Children adored him. Animals followed him. The wind bent toward his voice, and rivers knew his steps. Yet I was there when his heart was formed. I was there when his lungs first filled with breath. I was there when his eyes opened to this earth for the first time. I was there when his voice trembled with its first word. I was there when he learned to love, and when the light within him began to stir.
I was there when he found the way and tried to show it to the world. I was there when he taught that the light was not his alone—that every soul could kindle it, that each person could walk as a torch of the same flame. I sipped the tea brewed from herbs that heal the soul. I was there when words became prophecy, when what was spoken became what is.
I was there when darkness tried to swallow the light, and the light was pulled from it instead. I was there when silence fell like a curtain and all that remained was inner strength. I was there when you persecuted a man who showed you that you are not only flesh and bone.
I was there when two gods looked at one another and recognized themselves. When one touch lifted us into the air and our spirits became one. I was there when the ocean first raged. When the earth had no breath. I was there when the first star gave life to a million galaxies.
I was there when you learned you would come here to live, to learn, to be, and to become. I was there when the teacher appeared. I was there when you were—and always have been—and I was there when you forgot the thing that you are.
All that we have is right now.
This is my testimony. Not of a man, but of the Light that breathed itself into form, that walked among us, and that still walks—within you, within me, within all who remember.
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