How It Began

At the end of 1990 I was awakened in the middle of the night. Unable to sleep, I had some deep concerns, and was prompted to sit down with a pen and paper to ask questions of myself - to clarify and understand why I was dealing with some of the issues in my life that seemed overwhelming.

As I wrote, I felt the presence of an intelligence beyond my own - that something was responding to my questioning, and as I allowed myself to write what popped into my mind, I also felt a strong sense of comfort and warmth. The information I received pertained to questions I'd asked about myself, but as days, weeks and months went on, more information was given on broader subjects that seemed to be meant for others as well. I showed the writing to several people who asked for copies, and before I knew it, more people wanted to read what I received.

The "voice" that I heard was one I'd known as a child when my life was difficult. It had created a sea of tranquility for me in the midst of tragedy and hardship - and I'd come to call it "My friend, God." When I became a teenager, the voice receded and had not fully been present again until years later. Every time I heard it, the information was provided to guide me through the mine fields of life. Each time I'd gotten my answers, I'd once again return to counting on life and myself for direction - neglecting the God given gift of guidance I was given.

Only in those moments of stress would I turn to something greater for help - and how many of us do this? We go last to the place and space we should call upon first. The admonition, "Thou shalt  put no false Gods before Me" speaks volumes about how we allow our lives to become shallow, meaningless existence - motivated by what others think, want, or tell us we should be. How often we forget where our inheritance is - where the source of our supply comes from - and how often we are caught in a web of illusion as a result.

What I received many years ago became a framework for gatherings of people who came together to remember who we were and why we were here. The work was known as A Call To Prayer - and the purpose was to assist us in opening our hearts to prayer and guidance - to find our way Home.

I am sharing the writing that became A Call To Prayer here, a little at a time, so that it may benefit someone else who has forgotten the way or the truth of who they really are, or the fact that the only thing that counts is our ability to Love, and that we are indeed created and held in the arms of Love regardless of how we see ourselves. Through compassion, gratitude, forgiveness, and service to higher ideals, we become the vessels of healing and stewards of the Living Light. To this end, I offer you these works.

Namaste'
Kathleen
September 7, 2006