TERRY MOSHER
The trouble with writing about God is that He is not physical and that which has been written about him (the Bible) can be interpreted as many ways as you wish to fit what you believe. Same with the Quran, so it seems.
I don’t mind stepping into trouble, so I’m going to twist my way through the subject of God. I don’t believe in God: I know he exists, which I will explain. But first I have a few questions that I can’t deliver answers on no matter how hard I try. And I have tired over and over.
You look at the history of our little Planet here, and thow in how we are doing currently on Earth, it’s difficult to understand how God can stand by – assuming of course you believe or know God exists – and watch as his subjects battle each other with the intent of killing each other. How do you justify cutting heads off of people just because they are different in some way from you? Why do we fight so hard to grab a slice of our neighbor’s property, and if he doesn’t fight back, grab some more, as Russia is in the process of doing in Ukraine?
I could go on, but you get the idea. This is a troubled planet and from the dawn of man it has been this way. Kill or be killed, seems to be the whole Idea. Sure, we have peace among some of us, but there is always a conflict going on in the world. And it’s been so forever.
So if God is benevolent, which again is an assumption, then why does He permit that which happens here over and over again? Why doesn’t He step in?
The only answer I have for this is that we are here for the sole purpose of improving our souls so that we can go back to God in a perfect state. In other words, this is Hell. We are here as an experiment to see how we do. Do we get better as a soul? Or do we get worse? We are expected to have challenges here to see how we handle them. We are not expected to defeat all our challenges, it’s how we react to those challenges that are being graded.
I can only guess, and here I’m kidding, that God is leaning back in his comfortable chair with a cigar in one hand and a stiff drink in the other and amuses Himself by watching what his subjects do, fully knowing that there will be good, there will be bad, and there will be a lot in between.
Obviously, from what I have written so far, you must assume that I believe in reincarnation. And I do. I think we continue to come back here until we reach that perfect state and have no reason to come back to this Hell.
As C.S. Lewis discovered while attempting to explain once and for all that God does not exist, God must exist because we have a conscious feel from birth of what is right and what is wrong. And this does not just pertain to anything big such as chopping off heads, but also to small things such as saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to a person you might love. As quick as the words escape your mouth you are already saying to yourself, why did I say that, it’s wrong?
So essentially, I believe living on Earth is like a lab experiment: We come here with a solid idea of what we need to do to improve our soul and while that idea is consciously lost on us as soon as we are born, we still know what is right, what is wrong, and what path to take as we journey on. I believe, for example, that I was for about 30 years off the path I had chosen to take before I was born. I believe I’m on it now, but there is a lot of catching up I need to do to improve my soul. Otherwise, I might have to return to this troubled Earth many more times until I get it right.
Okay, how do I know God exist?
By the things that have happened to me in my life so far. I think my life has been directed from somebody on the other side – the other side being the place we call Heaven. We do have free will. I freely went off the deep end for 30 years. But once I got back to my spiritual journey, I was being watched over.
I have written about these things before, but here goes again. You have to accept these things happened to me, and I’m sure like things have happened to you or to somebody you know. And like a lot of my fellow Earth travelers you probably won’t believe these, or just read it and go on with your life without truly examining them.
The first one occurred when I was in the fifth grade back in Portville, N.Y. I was in Mrs. Waterman’s class at the old school building, first floor, third classroom from the exit. I was sitting in the second row from the door, third seat back behind Martha Jean. I figured out some time ago that I was only nine when this happen. It was late spring because it was nice outside, which I could see from my seat in the classroom.
As I sat there, I was teasing Martha Jean by messing with her hair. Then, all of a sudden, these words were given to me telepathy.
“You will marry Mary,” were what I was given. I can’t explain to you how to explain the method of getting those words, just that I heard the words and don’t know where or who gave them to me. I supposed it was my guardian angel. But I’m not sure who told me that, just that it was all real to me.
Over the years I have questioned hundreds, if not thousands, of times why would anybody from the other side want to tell me who I was going to marry? First of all, I was just nine and you know as well as I that I was about as interested in marriage at that time as I was flying to the moon or diving off the highest building I could find.
Many years later, after wandering off my spiritual path for 30 years, I found what is a solution to that question. The answer, though, begs another question and involved another spiritual happening.
When I was 15 I went back to Portville from Ferndale, WA. I had worked that summer pluming apple trees in an orchard and picking potatoes on a farm and had saved hundreds of dollars, so I decided to take a Greyhound bus back to Portville to visit with friends.
A week or so after I arrived in Portville, two friends of mine – Fred and Bill – were trying to fix me up with a blind date so three could all go out together. Fred and Bill already had dates. I figured out pretty quickly that I was being asked to come along because I had a bundle of cash burning a hole in my pocket.
Anyway, they dragged me up to the fire department in Portville. On the second floor was a place where fireman and visitors could relax, play some pool, or just sit around and fix something from the kitchen that was there.
When the three of us got to the top of the stairs, Fred pointed to a girl playing pool and said, “There she is.”
“I’m not going out with her,” I said, and started back down the stairs. Fred yelled for me to come back and as I turned there appeared a girl between Fred and Bill. Immediately – and this must have taken only a second, two tops, but it seems like an eternity – as I turned I felt this strange thing coming over me. It started from the top of my head and went down in stages to my feet (like filling a glass of water from the top to the bottom, if that was possible.
As whatever it was filled me, reaching my feet, I felt an unusual calm and peace and love come over me. Years later, I would come to believe the love was true love, a spiritual awakening, if you will. As I turned to face Fred and Bill, I just as quickly pointed to the girl and said I want to go out with her. Fred replied, “You can’t go out with her.”
My memory is a blank from there. But over the next two years the girl and I wrote to each other and I also went back to Portville those two summers to hold hands with her, take walks with her, and sit on the porch at her home with her.
I was smitten. I had never felt so good in my life. If you have read what I have written in the past about those years, they were my dark years. Not much went right in those years for me. So this girl was a very bright sun in a life that had a lot of darkness.
That long-distance relationship ended one spring day in 1958 when I received a Dear John letter from here. She had found her future husband and that was that.
But the answer to why I was told in the fifth grade I would marry Mary was finally revealed over the years as I thought about it. I was most likely being warned that I would meet this girl and fall in love, but that she was not the one I was to marry. I was to marry Mary, which I did in 1967. Which is another story. Basically, as I said earlier, my life had been directed from the other side, and this is one example of it. Of course, you have to believe that your life is all laid out for you before you are even born. And I do believe that, except there is some free will built into the danger of coming to Earth and that can change things, even stop things, like a brick falling on your head while you are innocently walking down the sidewalk on a peaceful l day.
I have also been telepathy talked to by my dead granddaughter. That happened on May 26, 1989 after she had been run over by a truck and killed. As I approached the South Train at Sea-Tac Airport to pick up my daughter, flying in from Spokane, this happened.
Just as I got to the bottom of the escalator at to pick up the train I started hearing Amazing Grace being played and then these words were sent to me:
“Don’t worry about me, I walk with the grace of God.”
It was my granddaughter talking to me. Just as she said that, the south train arrived and my daughter, the first to get out, collapsed in my wife’s arms. She later would say that our granddaughter accompanied her all the way from Spokane to Sea-Tac – on the outside of the plane, looking in the window.
Again, it took me years to figure this out, but my best guess is that the granddaughter was an angel sent her to straighten out our family, which she certainly did. We are all Christians now, and are pretty straight and narrow in our life’s.
Two other times I have been reached through telepathy, and I have yet to figure out why? The first one happened many years ago when I was at Longacres racetrack. I was sitting in the café underneath the bleachers, trying to figure out the winner of the next race. Suddenly, I was telepathy told, “Summer Sunshine.” I looked down and sure enough there was a horse named Summer Sunshine in that race. I raced to the betting window and placed $2 to win on Summer Sunshine. The horse went off a 17-1 odds and I won $36 dollars. Just about a year ago as I recalled this once again, I suddenly realized how stupid I was. I should have bet a $100.
Then in 2009 I was watching the Belmont Stakes, the third leg of the Triple Crown (I always watch the Triple Crown races), and the talking heads were giving their predictions just prior to post time. All of a sudden came the telepathy words, “Summer Bird. Sure, enough, Summer Bird was in the race.
I started yelling at the talking heads because none of them predicted Summer Bird to win. And it ruined my watching the race because I now knew what horse was going to win before the race started.
Summer Bird roared from behind down the stretch at Belmont to win by almost three lengths, paying off on 11-1 odds. Unfortunately, I was at home and not at a betting window, because for sure I would have bet a $100 on Summer Bird.
The mystery, though, is why is somebody on the other side is connecting with me on two horse races? I told my older brother this story about a year ago and his response chilled me. He said, “The devil is trying to make you gamble.”
I don’t think that is the reason. I don’t really gamble. I used to like to go to Longacres and sit in the pressbox and look over the Racing Form and try to figure out the overlays in each race. It was a good brain exercise, but it certainly didn’t pay well – I went two years without cashing a winning ticket. Summer Sunshine, in fact, broke that dry spell.
I don’t know if I have convinced you there is God or not. All I know Is there is one. The final touch that brought me to that realization was when my granddaughter said, “Don’t worry about me, I walk with the grace of God.
I just hope someday I can walk with the grace of God.
Be well pal.
Be careful out there.
Have a great day.
You are loved.