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“Suzannah Mullikin was one of many young adult Urantia Book readers who attended the Parliament of the Worlds Religions with scholarship support. We on the editorial board of UrantiaNow are grateful to the Urantia Book Fellowship, the Urmia Project, and the Victoria Clark Fund for helping these truth seekers to be part of one of the world’s great religious events.”
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A Reflection on the Parliament of the World’s Religions
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In late August, I packed a red backpack with a handful of clothes, a piece of technology, $40 and my dog and caught a ride away from the fading and familiar Vermont summer to an idyllic suburb of Philadelphia to meet a best friend and begin a journey on foot across America. To Utah; to worship with Christians, and to attend the much anticipated Parliament of the World’s Religions. I knew that I would find God in His many forms, and I did. I was to see Christ every day in the safe passage my partner and I cultivated with the assistance of countless unseen helpers. I was to find abundant secrets of the Mother Spirit in the animals on the farm we were bound for to work along the way; in the ways my companion beautified trees, and in the mysticism of the horses we were to ride. I found her in the wise teachings of the Christian and Urantian elders, brothers and sisters along the way, who all took the well-being of the divine feminine lovingly, seriously. I was to find my Father in heaven in the virtues and faces of my spiritual siblings at the Parliament. Each day, after having my belly filled by Godly Sikihs, I took down my hair, took off my shoes, and moved with my interfaith friends, sang and spoke with them, and simply looked at the them for hours. I probed their hearts with my spiritual fingers, and like a blind child I felt for my Father in Heaven’s eyes, lips, his whole face, within such holy and humble human energy points. I found his finest virtues melted into human expressions, like the sweetest chocolate melting into the ripest summer berries. I was greeted by messages from his Sons everywhere I turned, and learned from his Daughters – crones, mothers, maidens of the Kingdom of Heaven – about the coming of the age of the Mother Spirit. My eyes weren’t annointed to see angels, but they were annointed to feel with my bare hands the various circuits that are the Mother herself. And they protected me and the ones dear to me. I saw darkness, and I saw light at this gathering of striving, ascending souls.
I never finished the Jesus papers before I got to Utah, like I wanted to. And I haven’t finished them yet. Moment by moment, I hover above these pages, I walk the path of the tortoise towards the end. I savor descriptions of this Great Love of my life, I savor his stories and adventures, work ethics and interpersonal skills, like I savor all of yours. I never finished them on the road, but we spent every day in deep gratitude of our precious revelation. Late into the night, fresh in the morning, we swallowed these living waters, alongside the shadowy and unseen highways of America. My heart seizes as it longs for the perspective that leads to the Creator that is found on the open road. When I put myself in the hands of strangers, when I move far from home, when I walk away from that familiar and into the other with nothing in my hands, the angels come close. They comingle with the angels of everyone who you cross moments in places with. They fall into deep love with your companion’s angels. There are seraphim on the roads, abundantly, like no other place on our world, because there are seraphim abundantly around humans. We can have our eyes annointed and sink deep into the wild circuits of the Mother Spirit, and there are many benevelont guides who are waiting.
10 thoughts on “A Urantia Book Scholar’s Perspective”
Thank you Suzannah! This poetic message is uplifting & beautiful. Hope to see more of your writings. Love, Lu
” I was greeted by messages from his Sons everywhere I turned, and learned from his Daughters – crones, mothers, maidens of the Kingdom of Heaven – about the coming of the age of the Mother Spirit.”
I’m curious, who are these personalities? What is meant by the coming of the age of the Mother Spirit?
Speaking as another reader of this beautiful Urantia Book, she speaks eloquent tones of personal spirit power in her own experience. This, of course is my own interpretation of this beautiful work of poetry and prose. It describes how we, even now on our own lowly state can experience a small taste of what is to come. In our own personal space and spiritual understanding we can approach the divine on our own terms. I hope this helps
Suzannah, you warm my heart with your words. It is youth such as you who give me hope for the future of life on this planet. Thank you for your trust and faith. Thank you for your openness. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
This article reminds me of a time gone by when I had some similar experiences in my earlier years reading my way into Urantia Book. Thanks for the memories!
Suzannah, I am so moved by your eloquent and poetic account of your journey. I am touched by passages like these: “I probed their hearts with my spiritual fingers, and like a blind child I felt for my Father in Heaven’s eyes, lips, his whole face…” “My heart seizes as it longs for the perspective that leads to the Creator that is found on the open road.” I’d like your okay to reprint this piece (or other writings of yours) at my site, evolving-souls.org, and in our newsletter for UB readers. You’re obviously now part of little-known tradition of Urantian poets.
Hi Byron, yes, please share this on your websites as you wish. Thank you for your kind acceptance and I am touched that you enjoyed my essay. Have a wonderful week, brother.
Blessings on your ongoing journey, Suzannah. When our hearts and minds are open, we hear and see all the blessings around, and witness the deep meaning and truth of the revelation. Savor all these moments and grow.
Wonderful essay, Suzannah! Thank you very much.