At the monastery where I live close to, attend weekly services and occasionally spend time in retreat, they call me Brother Lawrence. I will leave it there. My godfather is a catholic priest (not at the monastery) and was aware that my experiences and perspective on God and the Holy Spirit were different from most. When he asked me to be his spiritual director, I wrote him a letter describing how I practiced the prayer of the heart, a few of my experiences while resting in intuitive awareness, and most importantly about the comfort and guidance of the Holy Spirit which for many years I had seen within in meditation as an infinite golden light and had felt flowing through my body as a physical presence. Another parish priest visiting from out of state was given the letter to read and having done so, asked if I would expand on it so that he could use what I wrote as a study guide for a course in Christian mysticism that he wanted to teach. In considering this, I had serious doubts that there would be very many people who would want to hear what I had to say about the Holy Spirit. I had no letters associated with my name, was not a priest or monk, or even particularly religious or devoted to the Church. And before the letter that I had written to my godfather, had never written anything. Also, with more than my share of wrong turns and mistakes in life, I felt more akin to a prodigal son than a spiritual teacher that anyone would want to listen to. Added to this, I had a very different experience and understanding of the Holy Spirit than what most people would want to hear about or even would believe to be true if they did hear anything that I would have to say about it. I explained that most think the Holy Spirit is a reward for being good or religious and that you must be a saint or at least somewhat holy to experience it. My experience was that this view was totally backward and that the task that God has given to the Holy Spirit in its dealings with each of us less-than-perfect souls, is from no matter where we start in life, no matter our past, present or future mistakes, to take those who have opened and keep their hearts open to it, through whatever they need to go through in life so that by the end of their lives they end up as saints. And that in its dealings with us, the Holy Spirit plays by its own rules, has its own morality, and does not at all care about any religion’s feelings with what it does or how it does it: Does not even care what religion we belong to or what we believe to be true about it or God. For, when we open our hearts to it, the Holy Spirit will take us to the truth of all things from wherever we start, not by belief in something told or read but by our direct experience of the deep things of God. Even so, this journey is a lot more expansive than just what the Holy Spirit reveals of the deep things of God. The journey is about a relationship, maybe not exactly like a person-to-person relationship but a truly interactive relationship that can be more intimate, more wonderful, and more heartbreaking than any person-to-person relationship could ever hope to be. If deep enough, it is a relationship that can result in a lifetime’s cleansing of body, mind, and soul, which believe me is not always wonderful, but which can eventually bring us to being born again unto the Holy Spirit as a person, not necessarily with a new belief system but as a whole new person with expanded awareness coming from the direct experience of the soul resting in God’s arms as an individualization of His infinite consciousness.