My First Vision – The First Token of the Melchizedek Priesthood – The Sign
This post is different from all the other posts I have shared. I have shared personal things to a small extent but for the most part I have tried to expound ideas and thoughts in a generic enough way to motivate individuals to seek more from a purer source, without drawing attention to myself or my experiences. This desire and motivation still remains true but I feel like I have removed myself far enough away that I can share personal experiences and not be looked at as any sort of authority or “guru”. Something I detest for myself and for others.
I recognize that every persons experiences are unique to them and that I should not place definitions or limitations upon their understanding of those experiences. Because of this, in my personal conversations, I have tried to not define things such as “the second comforter”, “baptism by fire”, “calling and election”, etc. I know that in my journey these words have changed in meaning for me and previous definitions and expectations were a source of unbelief, which in many cases prevented heaven from bestowing desired and sought after knowledge and experience.
If I happen to define these things, I sincerely hope that it can be understood that I am not taking away or discrediting the experiences of others. What I have experienced with the baptism by fire is something I do not expect or demand others to claim in order for their experience to be considered the baptism by fire. I know what I experienced was real and what I consider it to be. I do not know what happened to others but I believe something happened to them and that it was significant.
Please don’t let my journey define yours or your expectations. I do not want to be a source of unbelief, but rather I desire for all to receive the blessings of heaven, pure knowledge and the taste of love.
The title of this post is a bit misleading. I believe that I had experienced visions/dreams before this experience but this was different and life changing. This was the first time where I comprehend that I was seeing Christ. For these reasons I am referring to this as “the sign”.
If you are familiar with the LDS endowment ceremony you might be aware of 4 “tokens”. These tokens are very symbolic and I believe they are received throughout our lives during our spiritual journey. The 3rd token has a specific name associated with it but it can also be referred to as “the first token of the Melchizedek Priesthood” or “the sign”.
I really like “the sign” because it distinguishes itself from “the sure sign” which is the 4th token symbolically received in the LDS endowment ceremony. One can ponder for themselves what the difference might be.
For me, I believe I received this “sign” while driving to work one morning. What I experienced I believe was a vision. It was not a visitation in the sense of one person visiting with another. My consciousness was in two places at once. It wasn’t divided. Rather I was aware of two realities at the exact same time. In one reality I was driving to work, stopping at stop lights, changing lanes, avoiding traffic. In another simultaneous reality I was walking on a brick path surrounded by hills of green grass.
Some might be uncomfortable with me calling the “hills of green grass” place a reality. I understand that. I don’t know what else to call it. I hadn’t experienced this before. I have had day dreams but when that happens I am zoned out. This was different. It had a similar feel as a dream but one in which I was totally conscious of what was happening. Think of the most “real” dream you have ever had. Have you had a dream where you knew you were dreaming? Add that element. It was real and I was aware/awake/conscious of what was happening. At the very same time I was also aware of this reality. Unlike a day dream where one might wonder “what happened to get me here”, I was aware of every light, intersection, cars passed and vehicles surrounding me. I was in two places at once.
In this vision, as I mentioned, I was walking on a brick path that weaved around hills of green grass. The sky was a magnificent blue. Every color and texture was amplified. It was as if my senses were merged together. I could “hear” with my sight. I could “taste” with my touch. I could “see” with my ears. Everything was so much “realer” than anything I had known.
I remember looking at the grass and recognizing that the grass wanted me to walk on it. The grass would be honored and feel so much love if I would place my feet upon its blades. For whatever reason I didn’t find it to be right at that time. It wasn’t wrong for me to do, but it just wasn’t time for that.
I was not aware of the reason I was traveling on this path, only that I was going “forward” to wherever the path lead. I remember looking down at the pattern in the bricks. I was following the lines with my eyes. I would follow a line straight and then turn left or right when the line came to a “T”. My focus would then turn forward, the direction I was walking, at the first oprotunity to follow a line forward.
The reason for doing this is unknown to me. Maybe I was bored. Maybe it is symbolic of life. In any case, something caught my attention out the corner of my eye. It was a human figure, dressed with a white robe, far down the path. I knew that if I continued along this path that I would eventually be introduced to this unknown individual who stood there, waiting for any and every traveler of the path.
I was not aware of who the individual was at this point. The distance was to great to reveal any distinguishing details. However, as I got closer, I eventually comprehended who it was. Before me stood Christ. Something deep within me comprehended this before my “eyes” recognized anything familiar. But as I got closer I could see physical characteristics. Christ was waving for me to come. Not in a demanding way but rather a gentle, inviting way. No rush or time limit.
I saw a smile. One filled with love, compassion and a lack of all judgment. I saw eyes that knew and comprehended all things. Those eyes were focused on me as if I was the purpose of all creation. Those eyes pierced my soul and filled me with a love so profound that it can only be contained in a space that has no time constraint. It was infinite and expanding.
I am not sure why but I did not feel the desire or the need to run and fall at the feet of Christ. I walked at the same pace I had been walking before only now I was focused on what was in front of me. I was glad to stand before this individual.
When I finally arrived before Christ I remember crying out of joy. I said “I knew you were here – I knew it”. The response was a smile and after a short pause I watched as the lips of my savior asked me “what desirest thou”.
At this point in my journey I was not aware of this particular phrase. I didn’t understand from a studied, logical perspective, how significant this was. I only knew that I could ask anything and that it would be given. My soul, my everything, responded with “I want to touch your hands”.
For those familiar with the LDS endowment, this might be significant to you. Christ put out his hands. Both of them with their palms facing down, fingers close together and the thumb extended. I could see the scars. I could not see the wrists as they were covered by the robe.
Christ then turned his hands over, palms up and now in a cupping shape.
I was in awe but filled with peace, joy and love. Something changed within me that I was not aware of but Christ was fully aware of the change. Christ looked me in the eyes again and asked “what desirest thou”. The tone seemed different. In our common speaking and communication it might have been more like “now what do you want”. The question came again because I was not the same person I was when I first asked to touch the hands. I was different and thus my desires were different.
I responded with words that, at this time I don’t want to share, but in essence were “I want to bring others to you and assist in establishing Zion upon the earth and remain until you come again”.
After I had expressed my new desire I knelt before Christ. I wasn’t asked or commanded to. I just did. It was as if internally I knew I should. It was an instinctual action that required zero thought. I knelt before Christ and I felt hands placed upon my head. I heard words that were not addressed to me but rather to my body. When the blessing was over I stood up and we smiled at each other. Christ’s shoulders turned in such a way as to let me continue along the path. Christ’s right arm pointed down the path and said to go that way.
I was not sad to leave. I felt a unity with Christ that made me feel as if we were not separated. Christ’s work was my work. My work was Christ’s work.
I walked a little ways further along the path and looked back. I saw Christ standing in the same place where we had had our exchange. I looked a little further beyond and saw another individual walking the exact same path I had walked. I saw that Christ stood, waving to them, bidding them to come, just as had been done to me… and I knew they would be asked “what desirest thou”.
That is my “first vision”. I was introduced to Christ that day. It was a “sign”. It would still be a few years until I “received” Christ and experienced what I believe is “the second comforter” and/or “the sure sign”. But it was significant for me. It changed my life and motivated me to seek even more.
I believe that the experience was real, yet very symbolic. Experiences since then have reinforced this belief. I also believe that what I saw at the end of that vision is vital. It is vital for me to understand that YOU are able to receive. Not only are you able but Christ bids you to come.
This is why I share. I desire for everyone to taste of a fruit that quenches all thirst and satisfies all hunger. This experience was not the fulfillment of that but it was a major component along my journey to receive of the fullness.