Pastor George Mykal Ferluci lives a peaceful life in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. But this is about to change. One sunny afternoon George comes up against a vision of another, ineffable reality, causing him to doubt common sense and his life’s purpose. A life-changing, spiritual journey from pastor to modern prophet unfolds.
A reader: “This little short story touches that question of Who am I? Have we looked at ourselves or should I say within ourselves to see who we really are? Instead of what we do. I am a mother, a daughter, a support worker, a reader, a blogger but really who am I? These are just things I do but it isn’t who I am. I am God’s Child.”
You’re right, I seem to know a lot about myself, but can’t tell who I am.
As I stumbled into confusion about what was real and what was not, the strangest thing happened: the world disintegrated. Reality collapsed – or rather, my perception of it. It ripped apart like a dry skin under pressure, giving way to something I can only describe as ineffable dimensions – depths upon depths.
The idea that I could work wonders as the Lord flutters through my mind like a glamorous butterfly. I hasten to catch it, but it escapes into the depths. As I sadly watch it disappearing my vision blurs.
There is only one human and he-she is the living God.
Truly, we are not from here! Although I don’t know yet where we came from, I know now who we are or rather who He is or who He-we-I is …. language is forsaking me.