In this Christmas blog post, I’d like to briefly discuss my thoughts on religion, and share my enjoyable dream encounter with Jesus.

I was raised Protestant, and our family attended Sunday services at a small Episcopal church on Long Island NY. But in my late teens I turned toward eastern philosophy, Vivekananda’s teachings, yoga, and so on. I began embracing more ancient and mystical avenues in search of god, or to discover the true and hidden nature of life and the universe. I needed answers I wasn’t getting from the bible and Sunday sermons, and frankly church bored me to tears. So I stopped attending church services and more or less abandoned my Christian faith in search of something much deeper, something more magical, mystical, profound.

There may be a lot of Sanskrit in my blog, and I look mainly to various Hindu, Buddhist, eastern philosophies and beliefs for answers and knowledge, but currently I don’t associate with any particular faith, religious or spiritual organization. Instead I walk my own path. I seek God and higher knowledge in my own time and way. I can’t see myself ever joining or rejoining any religious group, or adhering exclusively to any one set of beliefs. And the last thing I want or need is some close-minded fool or charlatan preaching at me and making me more stupid and ignorant than I already am.

Brahmaiva Satyam Only God is truth.

Truth is such a relative, subjective term or concept. Human truth is based entirely upon our individual experiences, personal perception and interpretation of things.

As we know, some denominations and sects are famous for preaching and proselytizing, and flat out declaring other people’s beliefs are wrong, because it says so in the bible or Quran or whatever. I lived 25 years in the bible belt, and over the years I’ve had a few mild arguments and debates with southern Baptists who tried to push what I consider ignorant beliefs upon me, but I rarely tell people I disagree with their beliefs, and all I ask in return is that they respect mine, whether they agree with them or not.

Realization, awakening, is what matters first and foremost. As for devotional practices… prayer, talking to god, and being as honest, kind and compassionate toward others as I can, is usually adequate devotion for me. And in my opinion, keeping an open mind, being eclectic, is essential for attaining enlightenment, so I’m apprehensive about conforming to any one school of thought.

I haven’t attained enlightenment yet, nor liberation, Moksha मोक्ष, and I’m not so sure I want to in this life. Maybe in the next. But at least I have seen the light, experienced a sweet taste of God’s love, and for now that’s good enough for me.

People who are genuinely visited by god, or the holy spirit, or angels, or a divine force of some kind, are going to know it beyond a shadow of doubt. It won’t be like anything else they’ve ever experienced. But what they choose to do or not do with that experience or gift is entirely up to them.

That said, I do indeed believe Christ walked this world, and that his spirit lives on eternally, and that he is, if nothing else, a highly evolved, enlightened and holy soul. A great spiritual master and teacher.

I can remember quite a number of dreams in my rather long life, and many were intense, vibrant, lucid dreams. But in all that time, there was only one dream like my swan dream ~ divine visitation. That brilliant white light, the incredible sense of divine love and compassion, understanding, unity, harmony, joy, and an overwhelming sense of belonging.

There was, however, one other dream in which I felt an almost identical sense of love and compassion. Not quite as direct, personal and intense as with the swans, but equally memorable, and that dream-vision involves Jesus.

When we sleep and dream, we emerge from our bodies. Probably to recharge, re-energize, replenish our body and spirit with Prana, Ch’i, Nous, or whatever the life-giving or healing energy of the cosmos might be.

For the most part, I think we usually just hover a few feet or so above our bodies as we sleep. But there are also times we travel, and we may journey great distances, such as around the world, to the moon, across the galaxy, and occasionally deep into the astral realms and other dimensions.

But is it possible to travel all the way to the gates of heaven? To whatever dimension or realm we supposedly enter when we die? I think it is, and I believe I have done so at least twice.

The first time was my late 30s. In my dream I somehow found myself in the presence of Christ.

I was at a slight distance, off to one side, not directly before him. I felt such a sense of awe I was afraid to approach, so I just watched from a distance, quietly observing. Jesus was standing on a large round white stone platform. He was dressed in a white robe, and teaching a group of souls who were sitting on steps below him. Unfortunately I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I don’t know that he was speaking audibly, with voice and words. I don’t recall his lips moving. Maybe he was telepathically imparting his wisdom directly to the group, which didn’t include me. Maybe Jesus was sharing knowledge too advanced or esoteric for me. Something I’m not supposed to know yet, and I wasn’t being allowed to eavesdrop, or invited to join the group session or sermon.

Christ was definitely shining with white light, and I immediately felt enormous love and compassion radiating from his heart and soul. And there was one other noticeably distinct quality about Jesus I immediately noticed. His smell.

Again, I can remember thousands of my dreams in great detail. But only 3 of my 5 physical senses seem to function in my dreams. Sight, sound, and touch (touch to a limited extent). But not taste or smell. I know I’ve consumed food and beverages in my dreams, but I can’t recall any flavors. And I definitely know I’ve kissed many pretty dream ladies, hehe. Those lady’s lips should have left some lingering taste on my own. And at least one of those fantasy sirens must have been wearing perfume.

No I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything in my dreams, and I can’t remember any dream in which I could smell. Not flowers, perfume, the salty ocean breeze, a latrine, nothing.  But, my smell faculty was definitely working when I visited Christ.

If you’re wondering what Christ smells like, the answer is…. Jesus smells clean. Immaculately clean.

But clean isn’t really a smell, is it? Try to think of a smell you would call “clean”. Spring morning air, in the country, just after it rains, now that’s a pretty fresh and pristine smell, even if it’s actually bacteria, Actinomycetes we smell. Freshly washed linen smells rather clean. Someone takes a long bath with Irish Spring soap, and when they get out of the tub they smell very clean.

But none of those smells accurately resemble what Jesus smelled like to me. I can’t think of any earthly smell to compare the scent with. Not soap, or perfume or cologne, not fresh spring air, not anything else in the physical world.
The best way to describe it, is to say it was the smell of purity. Immaculately clean spiritual purity.

The smell was quite distinct and unique. It permeated the astral air, and it was flowing from his spirit, along with the divine love, and the light he shone brightly with. The very same immaculate love and light that came from the swans.

That love and light, along with the unprecedented ability to smell for the first and only time in my dreams, and the unforgettable scent of purity I smelled, lead me to believe I had truly traveled all the way to heaven, and was indeed in the presence of Christ. And when I woke up, I felt so happy and peaceful.

You too, can dream-travel to the stars and beyond, if you truly believe. You can meet Jesus in person, or Buddha, or other great spiritual teachers. You might journey to heaven, or stand at the mouth of infinity, the very wellspring of life. You might even meet God “in the flesh”, or perhaps God in white feathers…

On that angelic note, Merry Christmas everyone. Try not to let the mad holiday rush and stress, gift-giving and material things, diminish the true spirit of Christmas, which should be peace, brotherly love, kindness, compassion, forgiveness. And for those of you who will spend this Christmas completely alone, and perhaps feeling very depressed, don’t let it get to you. I’ll be all alone too. No family or friends.

In years past, I’ve been homeless on Christmas. Camped out in the cold dark winter woods all alone. Nearly died from exposure to the elements. I count my blessings, at least I have a roof over my head, a warm and dry bed, and food in my belly. Many do not. Let us pray for our less fortunate brothers and sisters.

God bless, Om Shanti, Love and Light to All !


Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.
Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

Matthew 5:14-16 King James Version

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