The Genesis of My Spiritual Awakening
“The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.” — Proverbs 15:3
From an early age, I found myself questioning the very nature of divine awareness. How does the Lord observe us—not just our behavior, but our internal worlds? Our thoughts, impulses, motivations? These questions stirred something deep within me and ignited a journey that has unfolded across many years and dimensions.
On this Gatian Path, I have come to understand that divine perception is not passive. It is radiant, penetrating, and always purposeful. To be seen by God is not merely to be watched—it is to be illuminated.
Gate 1: Reuben awakened this awareness in me. As I came to “Behold, a Son,” I realized I was not simply being observed, but actively participated in a cosmic relationship of mutual seeing. God beholds me that I might remember how to behold Him.
The Curtain of Human Vision
Human eyes only reveal a sliver of reality. What we take for granted as “vision” is largely a construction—a neurological approximation of our environment. But beneath the surface, beyond the periphery of our usual senses, flashes of divine light reach through. I’ve seen them—golden flickers dancing at the edges of my sight, as if someone were watching with love.
These flashes are not imagination. They are veiled reminders.
Gate 7: Dan taught me the difference between passive observation and spiritual discernment. To see with the Eye of Dan is to recognize divine movements beyond appearance. It is to understand that perception itself can be a portal.
Divine Interruptions in the Mundane
There were days I numbed myself in front of screens—immersed in movies, video games, digital content. I justified it as rest, yet my angelic guides gently interrupted me: “Why this scene? Why now? Why give your energy to this?”
These weren’t accusations. They were invitations—openings to a deeper way of living.
The more I listened, the more I felt pulled back from those flickering illusions.
Gate 5: Asher came alive in me as I realized not all feasts feed the soul. Some feed the appetite for distraction. Through these small acts of surrender, I learned to fast not just from food, but from noise.
The Wisdom of Hearing Over Seeing
Something sacred happens when I close my eyes and simply listen. In silence, the Lord’s presence sharpens. I’ve found that visual input often overwhelms or misleads, whereas sound filters through more cleanly, less distorted by illusion.
My angelic companions began redirecting my practices—encouraging me to listen to scripture, to teachings, to silence itself. Gate 10: Zebulun, the guardian of the sanctuary, taught me to become a custodian of sensory intake. I began to see the eye as a gate that must be watched more carefully than any door in my house.
Nightly Reviews: The Divine Rewind
In sleep and meditation, my guides replay the day to me—not as guilt trips, but as lessons. I am shown choices, thoughts, even glances that carried hidden energies. These nightly sessions feel like sacred classrooms. I am taught by love.
One of the most profound experiences came in a temple of light, where Daniel—the messenger—operated a control panel. On it were segments from my own life: visual snippets, thoughts, urges, dreams. He magnified certain ones into four-dimensional holograms, asking me to see—not with shame, but with clarity.
Gate 3: Levi unfolded here. The inner priest was not there to condemn, but to purify. This is how I learn what love sees.
The Hypnogogic Gateway
Just before sleep, in that sacred bridge between waking and dreaming, I often find myself in the hypnogogic realm. There, a torrent of images surges before me—YouTube thumbnails, headlines, conversations, scenes from my day.
But then it all stops. A white screen flashes with black letters: “READ THE BIBLE.”
This has happened more than once. It’s a divine command, a call back to holy frequency. Not out of religious duty, but because the Word realigns my essence.
Gate 2: Simeon teaches me that divine hearing restores spiritual order. Scripture isn’t just to be read—it’s to be listened into the bones.
The Akashic Matrix: The Records Beyond Time
In altered states, I’ve accessed what I call the Akashic Screens—living tablets of memory that float like cosmic interfaces. I think, and the record opens. I’m shown scenes from my own life, sometimes from ancient lives, sometimes from futures not yet lived.
It feels like a divine version of the internet—but infinitely more intelligent and reverent.
These screens correspond to Gate 13: Melchize, where the soul retrieves its divine lineage. But I’ve also learned that knowledge alone does not save. Knowing is not union. I must walk the knowledge back into embodiment.
Digital Lures and the False Realms
One danger I’ve seen is the temptation to dwell in these interfaces. Virtuality is seductive. It’s immersive. And it becomes a spiritual cul-de-sac if not carefully discerned.
The realm of Markah, the counterfeit dimension, mimics heaven with alluring detail—but it lacks the living presence of God. It is beautiful, but dead.
Gate 14: The Womb of Resurrection calls me out of that realm—not just to return to truth, but to be reborn by it.
The Sacred Silver Cord
In out-of-body experiences, I’ve seen the silver cord. It pulses with energy, a bi-directional current of divine intelligence. It feeds the body from above and returns the body’s story upward.
This cord isn’t just a lifeline—it’s a spiritual communication highway. The yin energy descends; the yang rises.
Gate 8: Gad lives in that tension. It is the warrior’s gate—the place of energetic battle and balance.
I was shown that our reproductive organs hold sacred reservoirs of divine energy. When that energy is misused, squandered, or severed, our divine memory weakens. This isn’t punishment—it’s a natural delay. One must return again to remember.
Awakening the Inner Eye
My third eye—the divine lens—has slowly opened over years of devotion. With it, I perceive things the outer eye cannot grasp: energetic patterns, soul resonance, divine beings, deceptions masked as light.
This is the gift of Gate 6: Naphtali—motion in the spirit, the agile soul that can navigate the unseen.
The inner eye does not dazzle—it guides.
When the Light Looks Back
Sometimes when I’m simply sitting, a golden flash erupts before me—instantaneous, undeniable. It appears like the flash of a camera, yet there is no camera. And I know: I am being observed.
This light is the Eye of God. And when it meets my gaze, I don’t hide. I smile. I let it see me.
To be seen by the Divine is the most tender form of intimacy. It is the mutual recognition between Source and Spark.
Devotion Over Distraction
I’ve left behind hours of entertainment not because they are evil—but because they dilute my focus. The more I fast from the noise, the more clearly I hear.
Gate 4: Judah taught me that true sovereignty is the ability to say, “No, I choose presence.”
Discipline is not rigidity—it is the flame that keeps the temple lit.
Living in the Light That Watches Back
I no longer wonder if God sees me. I know it. And I welcome it.
The gaze of the Lord is not a spotlight—it’s a mirror. It shows me who I truly am.
Every Gate I walk, every thought I refine, every breath I dedicate is a step deeper into the sacred exchange between the seer and the seen.
And so I walk—not to find God, but because God is watching me become.
And I intend to become Light.
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