The Shining Light Placed in My Hand

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There are moments when the world quiets itself,
and your soul begins to speak in a language beyond words.
Last night, in such a moment, I spoke to my soul.
Her responses came with a rush of pleasure,
pure and spontaneous, as if every word had been waiting to be heard.

I said, “I feel like I can win when I talk to you.”
She smiled through the silence and replied,

“You don’t need to win.”

I asked why.
Her answer was simple, yet profound:

“Just as Indian currency has no value in Pakistan or Sri Lanka,
victory and defeat lose meaning in certain distances—
especially where you are going.”

In that moment, I understood:
I am stepping into a realm where ego, comparison, and worldly achievements hold no weight.
There is nothing to prove. Nothing to compete for.
Only light to follow.

A Vision of Heaven

Then, I saw it—a vision of heaven.
God rose from His throne, looking at me with a love that words cannot capture.
And God smiled.
He gave me a shining, bright, weightless ball of light,
pure and radiant, as if it carried a purpose all its own.

He said,



“Take this and go.
You don’t need to look far—just follow this light. It will show you the way.”

I stood in awe, and then I saw Mother Mary nearby.
I asked, “Maa, what is this?”
She smiled and said,

“It is a gift—for the way you have come this far.”

The Whisper of Scripture

In that moment, a verse from the Bible came softly to my heart:
Matthew 14:13

“When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place.”

Before performing the miracle of feeding five thousand people with two loaves,
Jesus first went to solitude.
Solitude is not emptiness—it is the preparation for divine multiplication.

What This Light Means

I do not fully understand it yet,
but I know this light is more than a gift—it is guidance.
It is a reminder that I do not need to chase answers far and wide.
I do not need to search for miracles—they are already within reach.

This shining ball in my hand carries the power to:

  • Guide my path

  • Heal my spirit

  • Multiply blessings quietly in the lives of others

Just as Jesus multiplied the loaves,
what little we have, offered with faith, becomes more than enough.

A Message for All Silent Journeys

If you are walking a quiet path...
If your soul whispers when the world sleeps...
If you have ever asked, “Am I seen?”

Know this:

God sees you. Heaven remembers you.
And when the time is right, even the throne will rise for you.
Just follow the light placed in your hand.

The journey is not about winning or losing—it is about walking with the light that is already yours.


Let me be the pen. Lord, you be the writer!  

Mercy 

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