Jenai's Experience with The Relics of The Saints

Have you ever followed an inner nudge that led you to open up a door that you never want to close again? On a trip to Arizona, I was led by Spirit to visit the home of a priest named Father Jorge. In his humble abode I had an experience of sitting in the presence of the saints that was so profound I felt I simply must share it with you.

From the outside, Father Jorge’s house looked like every other home on the block. When I walked through its doors however, it was like entering the gates of Heaven. Every wall was covered in sacred images of the Divine, beautiful representations that made my heart swell with love. As I made my way through the gardens, I was told that there was a very special room in the home that contained relics of saints like Saint Francis, Teresa of Avila, Therese of Lisieux and Mary Magdalene. I knew then that I had come to have an experience of communion with these saints through their sacred artifacts.

If you aren’t familiar with the term, a relic is an actual bone from a saint, or sometimes a piece of clothing they once wore. I knew about relics in the context of the Buddhist tradition, which reveres relics of enlightened masters. It is said that in the presence of relics, a door is opened to a higher plane, allowing profound wisdom, healing and support to be received.

When I entered the room that contained over 230 of these sacred objects, I had no idea what to expect. What happened was this: almost as soon as I crossed the threshold, I spontaneously burst into tears and dropped to my knees, stunned by a feeling of awe and reverence that literally knocked me off my feet. For some time I couldn’t stand; I could only cry and bow in the presence of such grace. The energy was so palpable I had no control at all over my composure, and I didn’t care. This powerful grace swirled all around me, embracing in unconditional love every part of me that I could not yet embrace myself.

Eventually I picked myself up off the floor and sat in a chair to meditate. Right away I heard many spirit voices speaking to me at once, so I asked if they could please talk one at a time. First a female saint who called herself Teresa came forward. I asked her if she was Teresa of Avila, and when she said “no,” I asked if she was Teresa of Lisieux. To this she replied, “No, I am a lesser-known Teresa.” She motioned to my heart, and I felt energy entering it. She then explained that the heartbreak I had been experiencing was part of the process of creating a sacred heart. She assured me that it was all part of my spiritual evolution, and that all would be well. This was very comforting to me, and I had a visceral understanding of how my life experience had led me to this pivotal point in my spiritual evolution.

I also had a visitation from Saint Ignatius in which he seemed to give me a type of psychic surgery that made my brain feel like it was being stretched from the inside out. It was a very strange feeling, but I’m always grateful to receive any mental adjustments I can get, since I know that my mind can interfere with my ability to be my true self. At one point I even felt like I was levitating and couldn’t feel the floor under my feet at all.

I am not sure in what order all this happened, but at one point Jesus took my hand and we walked down a path together that was lined with saints on either side. They were blessing me, and as we walked Jesus asked me, “Jenai, how much blessing can you have?” Without saying it directly, he was showing me just how infinite the blessings we can receive are. I soon felt almost overwhelmed by the saints’ profound love, and this showed me the ways in which I currently limit my ability to receive the love that is always available to all of us.

Before I realized it, a half hour had elapsed and the saints informed me that I had had enough for now. I didn’t ever want to leave, but I knew that I took something special with me as I reluctantly exited the room. An inner door had been opened to the saints and to my heart, that could never be closed again, and I was profoundly grateful for it.

When I could speak again some time later, I asked Father Jorge if there was a saint named Teresa who was not well known, and did he have her relic in his collection. He said, “Yes, I do,” and proceeded to show me who she was on his list of saints. This helped me trust what had transpired, and know that this experience will forever be with me.

And you know me, I can’t have an experience like this and not share it with others, so I will be bringing people on retreat to sit with the saints.