Omnism VS Religion
I am writing this post for all my friends I see in the groups on FB that are seeking answers, and struggling with what they believe. I struggled too. I just happened to live in an area that had a lot of unique people, who were gifted, but kept their gifts quiet to remain the appearance of normal in our small town. I had readings, and past life regressions. They helped me immensely.
In my life I have studied about different “Religions” as I grew up bouncing about different churches, finally finding a home with a Free Methodist Church. I would attend services with friends. I had a traumatizing experience at an Assembly of God as there were people standing up and talking loudly in tongues, some on the floor rolling about… as a 12 year old it scared me so much I ran the 4 blocks home in a panic! That was not the way I knew to worship God! I attended a Catholic service, nope not for me… and a few other churches in our small town. As I studied the Bible, it just never sat right with me. I felt like this was not MY journey. I tried to fit in, to be “normal” but I would listen to the sermons and think, “what if it is all just a scam, who is this MAN (King James or even Joseph Smith) and why should we believe anything they wrote?” They were MEN not Gods… Why were chapters removed? And who is right and wrong?
Catholics, Mormons, Seventh Day Adventist, Jehovah’s Witness, Hindu, Buddhists, Community Christian Churches… the list is long, and each one protests they are the only way.
Then when you look at “all that is” the choices are as vast as the ocean. Add in metaphysical beliefs, mediums/ physics’, witchcraft, and the history of ancient drawings and earth carvings depicting visitors from the sky, temples and Pyramid’s built with laser accuracy by people on horses carving by hand… we just don’t know as much as we think.
I just recently found a term for what feels right for me. It is called Omnism. I decided after my studying in the 1980’s which was pre-internet, I had to read the books/bibles, that although many religions are similar, I could not say who was right or wrong. I feel that whatever your heart chose was indeed your path. No one has a right to say you are wrong in what you believe.
Through my journey I’ve grown to believe that all Religions have a truth and path in the Universe to God or Enlightenment I am so happy to see there is a term to describe my beliefs.
Omnism is the recognition of all religions. To put it in perspective, they all matter and have a meaning for its existence. One main belief is that everything created in this world is important.
Although Omnism is not a religion, it is a sense of spirituality. There is no church or sacred texts in regards to the belief. There is no given theology, in which case individuals tend to formulate how they believe in Omnism. It is a very open-minded, transcended thinking. The closest comparison to this term is Universalist Unitarian, which inhibits strong spiritual interactions with the universe and all people around us.
What ultimately brought me here to think this way, was the death of my first child Terry.
I basically had “God” shoved down my throat to the point I finally had to walk away from all things “God” related. I was told so many things by people trying to help, that would just piss me off, and many were hurtful in the beginning. The so called comforting comments were not appreciated by a 21 year old woman who had just had her world torn apart by watching her child die.
In bible study I was told, if I just loved God enough and trusted he had a plan, I would be OK. God wanted him back (well I wanted him back in my arms too) Then I mentioned seeing his spirit many times, I was told that was my imagination… and not to try and communicate as that was evil. I needed help with stopping the nightmares and visons, not scolding.
That was enough. Part of why I never fit in any church, was that so many considered any communication with spirits as the devil, and evil. Well I grew up with a family that possessed gifts of enlightenment. And what they could do was never seen as evil or bad, it was just normal for me. I am an empath, along with feeling people’s energy, I can see spirits/ghosts, and have communicated with them since I was around 12. This gift did not come from evil, in fact it enhanced our lives. But we didn’t really talk about it with outsiders as they would not understand.
My grandmother could read minds quite well. I did not get to spend much time with her as she lived in another state. One Christmas season, I was looking in the window of a store at an outfit I really liked with my girlfriend. I didn’t say anything, but I thought about how much I would like to have that for Xmas. But it was expensive, and money was tight for us, so I just walked on with my friend. A package arrived from my grandmother for Christmas, and inside was the exact outfit. I was so excited; I looked at my mother and asked her if she told my grandmother about it, thinking my friend must have told her. My mother said, no I knew nothing about this, what are you talking about? I told my mother I had been looking at it in the store. I still didn’t believe my mom wasn’t in on the surprise, so when I called my grandmother to thank her, I asked her how did you know I liked this? She said you told me in your mind… yeap grandma was in my head again!
My mother and one of her sisters were so psychically linked that hey finished each other’s sentences, and knew if one or the other was hurt. My mom cut her hand badly when canning, and while I was wrapping it up to go to the ER, my aunt called and said I am on the way, she needs 5 or 6 stitches. They even dreamed together and built the same cabin on my aunt’s land. My aunt had very strong powers, she could find things for me, lost glasses in a hay field, lost keys from a 2 year old playing with them, had a photographic mind, and so much more. She was afraid of her gifts and ultimately quit using them.
Then the spirits/ghosts that I sensed and communicated with, it was not evil in any way. We had a “house ghost” I called him top hat man because I didn’t know his name. He wore a suit from the 1920’s and a black top hat. I only saw him once, but I heard him come to my room every night to check on me. I would hear footsteps coming from where a door used to be in our old house, we had remodeled, so it was a hallway now. The footsteps would come up to my bedroom door, and the door would open like 2 inches, it was on rollers, so it made noise, and slid sideways. I thought it was my mom, as she had always checked on me before she went to bed when I was little. One morning I told my mom, “You know I am not a baby anymore, you don’t have to check on me before you go to bed”. She gave me a funny look and said, “I don’t do that anymore”. She was busy cooking so I left it at that. But that night after I went to bed, I waited, as I was going to catch my mom, for fun. I laid there pretending to sleep, and when I heard the door, I jumped up turned on the light, and slid the door open and yelled “gotcha” but it wasn’t my mom! It was a man in a suit and top hat! I screamed, and he vanished into thin air! I slammed my door shut and hid under the covers. I had been so frightened, but as I lay there thinking about it, I realized that he had been checking on me for months, so if he was going to hurt me, he would have already done that. So the next night, when he opened the door, I just said hey, I am ok, and the door slid back shut. This continued the entire time we lived in that house. I did not tell my mother, as I didn’t want to frighten her. Later I learned that she had seen him too, but did not want to frighten me, LOL
Top hat man was mischievous; he would hide things and then give them back. I would set something down on the kitchen island and go back in my room or the bathroom, and it would disappear. I would ask my mom if she took it and she would joke maybe the ghost took it. So I would say out loud, “Hey, I need this, will you please put it back? And walk away. The item would mysteriously be back on the counter, and my mom was nowhere near it. This went on for five years or so, him hiding stuff to then give it back. One day I was in a hurry and not wanting to play, he had taken my keys, I was going to be late, so I said “I need my keys NOW” my mom had been helping me look for them, the drawer popped open in the buffet in front of both of us, and there were my keys! I went over and said “thank you” and went on my way.
When I got home from work, I looked at my mom, and said “we need to talk” she smiled and said yes it’s about time. She told me the only time she saw him was bringing in groceries from the car one day, she had a bag in each hand and as she opened the door, he was sitting in the living room chair reading the paper. He looked at her, and watched her go set the bags down on the counter. She then turned and walked out of the house freaking out… and sat in the car a long time before coming back into the house. He was gone, but the chair was still rocking a little, and the newspaper, still open was laying on the floor. So we had both been serious about things getting moved about, but had said it as a joke so it did not scare the other one. This was the 1970’s so we tried to research the house, but not much to find. It was close to an old Native Indian Burial Ground, but he was white. We always wondered why he was stuck, and who he was looking for in the bedroom. If I saw him now, I would simply ask him. Then I was not sure I wanted to know.
I had not thought about the ghost in years, and I saw a friend from school who had bought the house I grew up in. She stopped me and said, was there a ghost in that house when you lived there? I asked her why she was asking. She then told me about things moving about, going missing, and then coming back. And that she saw him once by her kid’s bedroom (my old room), just a quick flash… so he was still here, stuck for some reason. My friend was so relieved as she thought she was going nuts.
He was the first, but not the last spirit I have seen. It was not evil, nor the devil terrifying me, I was not possessed. But to the strict religious people I knew it was evil. Had to be, the Bible said so…
After the ghost encounter, I started studying about metaphysical things.
My mother had an extensive library on just about every way you could think about life and death and spirit, bigfoot (yes we had a lot of sightings and tracks in Eastern WA) and aliens.
I continued to study about healing with energy, but I was also in high school, and working, and hanging out with friends that were not open to that kind of belief, so it kind of just got put on a shelf in the back of my mind, yes it works, yes I can do it, I will play with it later.
When my son died, I was so lost in the pain, I wanted to know why him, why now, why me. And the “God has plans” comments was not good enough for me.
In fact after one very religious woman was being harsh with me, I exploded upon her. “Stop telling me about your loving God that sends entire tribes of people to fight each other, fathers to kill sons, and takes my son who was loved and cherished, and wanted, yet leaves children being abused or starving to death to suffer”
I was so angry, I had to put space in between myself and all the well-wishers trying bring me back to salvation. In my mind there is no heaven or hell, our hell is right here on earth. In the beginning, I thought “what did I do to cause this?” I had not done anything to hurt anyone else at age 21, and felt that Karma was not playing fair. although I do still believe in Karma, but I now think it goes thru many lifetimes. and is not a punishment, but a chance to do it right the next time.
So I can say now with a loving open heart that I believe as an Omnist. When I wrote my books, I tried very hard to stay neutral, as I didn’t want someone to not buy the book because of religion or the lack of it. My books are about helping others experiencing grief. In fact I got told by a chain of “Christian” book stores that I was not religious enough to sell my books in their stores.
So here is my personal belief after 40 years of living with grief. All our journeys are individual, but the one thing we all share is the why’s and the ‘it’s not fair” and being so broken. My journey was helped greatly by people who were intuitive, who thought outside the box. A physic taught me how to stop the nightmares, which woke me daily screaming after the wreck, as I watched my son die, and his spirit leave his body. I held his mangled body by the roadside and gave him CPR. An angel appeared at the wreck and helped me, I tried to find her later to thank her, and she didn’t exist. I felt my grandfather’s hands on my shoulders, and heard him tell me that Terry was ok, he was not hurting.
I saw Terry’s spirit many times after he died, and finally was able to talk to him, and let him go on. He told me that my love was so strong I was holding him back, that he needed to go, but he could not go until I opened up my heart and let him go.
So I have studied, and what works for me is that the spiritual, metaphysical, and physics all pretty much come around to the same thing. We are spiritual beings of light and energy having a human journey.
What if our souls do indeed come to earth for many lifetimes?
What if we do make a plan as a soul to learn something, or create something needed for mankind?
What if we choose when we die, before we are born?
I was able to get my answers that calmed my soul.
I am still missing the physical closeness, but I know my loved ones souls are continuing.
They are not lost. They have transitioned back into the soul/spirit world.
I have read and talked to many intuitive people and they all believe in a higher power, that the universe indeed does have a plan, but that we as humans do have a say in that plan before we are born, but also that free will is at play. We can choose to alter our plan, but there are things that need more than one lifetime to work out for souls.
I am posting a video of a man who is very active in teaching others about how to use our personal energy. This video he talks about death, and souls. Maybe it will help someone who is lost in the pain of loss.
— Jeffrey Allen
Jeffrey Allen is a spiritual teacher and energy healer from Sedona, Arizona. Currently living in Tokyo, Japan. Jeffrey has traveled globally — teaching mediumship, intuition, and healing on four continents. His focus is on teaching people to use their intuitive gifts to live conscious and happy lives.
Jeffrey has an extensive background in intuition, mediumship, and healing give him a unique perspective on life, relationships, and the flow of energy. He shares this information through his fun and empowering teaching and his deeply healing Ascended Master healing sessions.