There is a Peace…


May the Holy Ones,
whose pupils you aspire to become,
show you the Light you seek,
give you the strong aid of
their Compassion and their Wisdom.

There is a Peace that passeth all understanding,
it abides in the Hearts of Those who live in the eternal.

There is a Power that maketh all things new.
It lives and moves in Those who know the Self as one.

May that Peace brood over you,
that Power uplift you until you stand
where the One Initiator is invoked,
until you see His Star shine forth.


I was not able to recall this beautiful, heartfelt prayer that was given to me years ago, and I was missing it a lot. Thank you Hilde, for sharing it with me again. I’m quite bad remembering dates, but I believe 2008 was the year of the apostolic succession transmitted to me during my priesthood ordination.

Surprise? Yeah, the light of Christ remains very much part of my heart, my spiritual lineage.

I have not actively followed the priesthood role, yet it has followed me and finally we have crossed paths again – through a slow, but continuous awakening of the Christ consciousness in me.

What lead me to it, why have I followed this path and why does it matter now?

I was brought up by parents of conflicting values. My mum was a Catholic and my dad an anti church person. I can’t remember ever seeing him in a church, apart from the day when his body was put in the wooden casket and taken in by somebody else. I doubt he would ever approve, even if he was no longer alive.

For my mother, church was a place of solace. A site where she could get some rest and forget about her worries as she dragged me along to Sunday church, against my will, despite my rebellious behavior – week by week. I did not like it, not even as a child. I could not sit still, whatever they preached made no sense, I was restless, fidgety, chatty, I would stuff my ears with my fingers, and continuously cause embarrassment to my mother. I loathed having to look at the display of 12 painting successions of the bleeding, suffering man who eventually ended up being nailed and roped on the cross. It made no sense. I could not stand the patriarchy, their arrogance and disrespect towards human beings; in particular towards the feminine who was always depicted as being less worthy.

Most members of our community were going to the church on Sundays, so I had to go too. Nearly everyone in Slovenia went through this phase of indoctrination; I had no choice but to attend weekly catholic lessons for 8 long years. Hence, I made my primary goal of that part of curriculum to socialize with my pals. I often caused disruption in class and was a very chatty, highly spirited child; considering priest’s reactions I was probably his least favorite one.

When I entered class 8 I reached the peak of my frustration and gathered enough courage to stand up against the priest and his blindly followed convictions and principles that made very little or often no sense to my mind.

During one of our classes we had a conversation about abortion and the inevitable sin. I came up with a scenario and posed a question: “Let’s say, for argument sake, that the girl who wants to abort a child is a 15 year old, innocent girl, who was brutally beaten, tortured, and raped by an older, much stronger, drunk man. She was unable to run or protect herself, she barely survived, and she ends up being pregnant. She has already suffered enough psychological and physical damage and abuse. She really does not have to be reminded of the torture until the rest of her life. Are you saying she would have committed a sin had she chosen to abort the fetus?”

You can only imagine the expression, the color on his face, and his body language change. The answer was a fuming yes: “Yes, that’s a mortal sin.” I was equally boiling inside, for all the wrongdoing I have felt deep in my core, for all the harm that has ever been done to humanity, to children, and women – all of it, in the name of religion.

My response was surprisingly elegant: “Fine, I will no longer be attending these lessons. To ensure I never have to commit a sin and to avoid the inevitability of such crime, I will rather attend self-defense classes.” That was my final lesson. I was 13 years of age.

I have indeed joined a self-defense karate class. A few years later I even submitted my request to be completely removed from the ‘Catholic church membership archive’. Funnily enough, I handed over my notice through the hands of that same priest. He did not look surprised.

I wonder, was the confrontation of a 13 year old girl my first moment of spiritual awakening?

Realization of truth managed to slit through the thick layers of attempted indoctrination – my rebellious nature became my protector, guarding my truth, a value dearest to my heart. I was free from their clutches, thanks to both, my parents, and my strong desire to trust and follow my heart.

Years went by and I forgot all about it until I came across the teachings of Charles Leadbeater. Leadbeater was a spiritualist and a co-founder of Liberal Catholic Church. Originally he was a priest of the Church of England. Later on he was one of the leading figures in Theosophical Society and an associate of Annie Besant. He was the one who recognized Jiddu Krishnamurti when he was a 14 year old boy.

Liberal Catholic Church represents values that honor a more truthful message of Christ, hence my affinity, although I play no part and have no alliance to any organization.

After many rebellious years I ended up being ordained a priestess. It’s true what what they say, what you resist persists. But not necessarily in the same shape, form, or way. I finally found what my heart was looking for in this direction. My initiation was a purification from all the fear and guilt mongering nonsense and attempts to blind me, to keep me away from what I have always known and held close to my heart… pure joy, freedom and light of the enlightened, compassionate one. The light and the love of Christ. With that in my mind and heart, I became at peace within myself. I no longer felt a need to rebel, my heart began to heal and I continued my journey, in a much lighter, fun, and free way.

You see, once you are blessed to be graced, to receive such a precious gift it only becomes a matter of time until you too recognize who you truly are. Just like Christ – a child of light with a pure heart, and the spark in his/her eyes – a light to themselves and all those who seek that same light.

This particular sequence and set of events was part of my journey, however one does not have to go through any such rebellious acts, struggle, or initiation. Too much resistance is often a hindrance on one’s spiritual path. Life can be lived in a much more gentle, graceful, flowing, softer way. Your spark and magnetism will not go unnoticed if that is what you already know that you carry in your heart.

May we always feel the love in our hearts, behold the joy of the Self, and continue seeing the bright shine of the light within.


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