04/05/2026
This post may seem out of context, but as a Chandler of Jeshua, it is something I can’t ignore.
Today, on Easter… I’ve been sitting with what “He is risen” truly means to me now.
I was raised in a very strict religious home.
No TV. Only Christian radio.
Church four days a week until I was 10 years old.
And for a long time, I believed that was the only way to know God… the only way to know truth.
But life — and loss — has a way of opening doors we were never taught to walk through.
After my Dad passed, something shifted.
This was a man who, in this lifetime, didn’t believe in an afterlife… didn’t believe in spirit.
And yet… I experienced him. Clearly. Undeniably.
Not just once — but in ways that changed me.
Since then, I’ve had profound experiences with ancestors, with spirit, with energy…
And through deep prayer, meditation, and somatic connection, I’ve come to know Jeshua in a way I was never taught inside four walls.
Not through fear.
Not through rules.
But through presence. Through embodiment. Through love.
What I’ve received — and this took me a lot of courage to even say out loud —
is that his message was never meant to be confined to interpretation.
He embodied love.
Radical acceptance.
He sat with the poor, the outcast, the misunderstood.
He didn’t turn people away — he moved toward them.
And I also feel deeply connected to Mary Magdalene — not as a footnote, but as a powerful teacher.
A reminder of the divine feminine… the nurturing, intuitive, embodied wisdom that has been quieted for far too long.
Today, I still believe:
He is risen. Risen indeed.
But to me… that resurrection lives within us.
In how we love.
In how we soften.
In how we choose compassion over judgment.
I don’t find that connection in a building anymore.
I find it in stillness. In prayer. In listening. In feeling.
Because the truth I’ve come to know is this:
God never gave us authority to judge one another.
So today, instead of asking you to believe what I believe, I simply invite you to get curious.
To sit with your heart.
To deepen your own connection — whatever that looks like for you.
Because faith, to me, was never meant to be blind. It was meant to be felt.