The Rapture is a way to find safety in a group
We have come to rely on a place in the collective consciousness that’s comforting in its familiarity—a kind of psychic security blanket that gives us a sense of belonging. It’s a semi-transcendent “soul environment,” you might call it, that’s held together by consensus and driven by an instinctual desire to find safety in a group.
This all takes place at the deeper level of mind where all minds sense their oneness with each other. But now the blanket is starting to unravel, and an ominous disquiet is beginning to upwell in the zeitgeist, a generalized foreboding that has everyone wondering if anything is real.
In short, the bedrock of reality seems to be breaking apart.
Find your inner sanctum, your Holy of Holies
The great mystic, Jesus of Nazareth, said, “The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” And now we’re all beginning to realize just how true this is. So, clearly change is upon us. But it’s not a superficial chage, as in a culture shift or a political upheaval. It’s deeper than that. And it’s affecting everyone. It’s a kind of modern day Flood, and we’re all looking for an ark to climb aboard. Because, again, we believe there’s safety in numbers.
But our current situation is less about banding together than it is about finding our own sacred center—each one of us individually—our inner sanctum, our Holy of Holies, a place where each of us must enter into alone and find our unique connection with that which is truly and unchangeably real, a place so steeped in love that fear cannot exist there.
Because that’s the only safe place there is—the Heart of God—where the true meaning of the word “rapture” is revealed, a state of consciousness that mystics throughout history have called “eternal bliss.” But it’s an inner experience, not an outward phenomenon. It’s found at the core of our being, not up in the sky.
The Rapture is a state of consciousness, not a place to go
Bliss, ecstasy, rapture—these words describe a column of light, life, and love that exists eternally, not in a distant heaven but at the core of our being—a place we all have access to. And the more the outer world appears to dissolve, the more we sense its presence. And we want it, but we don’t know how to get there.
And that’s the problem—we’re so used to “getting somewhere” that we think our Holy of Holies, the core of our being, is just another place we have to get to. Instead, it’s a state of consciousness to which we must surrender.
This is why in the Rapture Story people are “taken up.” They don’t get there on their own. There’s no place we can go by our own power. We only get there by surrendering to it—the updraft of spiritual power in the most interior part of us.
How do we find it?
It’s like a light shining in the darkness of our innerspace. We sense it. But when we turn around to see it, we can’t, because it’s always behind us, whether we turn around or not. It turns as we turn. So the only way to move towards it is by backing up into it. And that’s surrender. That’s trust. The more we let go to it, the more we are absorbed by it, until the light gets so bright that everything we think we are simply disappears, and all that remains is an infinite and luminous love. That’s the Rapture that saves us, not a fantasy for children but an honest act of surrender by an adult mystic.
The Rapture is an inside job. And each of us must find it individually. Each of us must enter into a union with the Heart Of God alone. This inner column of light that shines directly behind us is the doorway. And the more we back into it, the more we recede from the unreal world “out there,” like the stage of a play when the house lights come up and the actors show themselves as real people apart from the roles they so masterfully made us believe.
Escape the madness of the world
This is how it works. This is how we escape the madness of the world—not by running for the hills but by rising up in consciousness, through meditation and the fervent prayer of a lover seeking our beloved, realizing at last that the only way into those arms is by falling backwards into them—complete and total surrender into the light of our own being, the light that lights every person who comes into the world.
It’s ours. It’s always been ours. It shines brightly in the vast innerspace behind us, the light that no one can look at directly but can only find through trust and by lovingly surrendering to it.
After all, it is we ourselves we are surrendering to—the divine part of us—the part that God created, not the part we made. It’s our Holy of Holies, the innermost room of our temple, the inner sanctum, the place where time stops, the place where death is forever banished, the place where only life exists and will never cease to exist.
After all, it is we ourselves we are surrendering to—the divine part of us—the part that God created, not the part we made. It’s our Holy of Holies, the innermost room of our temple, the inner sanctum, the place where time stops, the place where death is forever banished, the place where only life exists and will never cease to exist.
