Reclaiming the Sacred Temple: Meditations to Inspire Us to Find the Divine

By Vania Kaady

This book of meditations is the ticket to spiritual growth. Written under the extenuating circumstances of MCS, these thoughts are an extraordinary journey of a woman struggling to bring the divine into her life while her body struggled to stay alive. Isolated from life like a bubble girl after a chemical poisoning destroyed her immune system, Vania created an excellent read for anyone wanting to seek God in his or her life. Read these beautiful meditations, and step forward, grow spiritually, and conquer your difficulties too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477142936

Vania Kaady

Vania Kaady was born in Portland, OR in 1976 and graduated with various honors from Gresham High School. She was a top student at Pepperdine. She had a promising great life ahead when several tragedies interrupted her life. The first was MCS, which made her allergic to 99% of everything. With the love, support and dedication of her family, Vania struggled to survive. The recovery took seven years. She returned to college (PSU), this time with the goal to help others who face the ordeals she had gone through. She was studying naturopathy, when her life was again interrupted by the death of her close brother shot by mistake by local police.

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MEDITATIONS OF A WOMAN NAMED VANIA

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MEDITATION DAY 1

Life is a journey, and this will be my journal as I meditate each day upon God and the journey He has laid out for me. Life is not so much a destination as a journey. What will this journey with God look like as I record each day?

I always hated my birthday. I never understood why until yesterday when I realized that to start this journey of life, I had to go through a veil of forgetting my original blissful home with God and take up my cross and endure suffering, depression, loneliness, disease, anxiety and fear. It is a sunny day and for that I am so grateful. I love the sun because I am a sun baby. Sun babies are beings who delight in the love of God which I most certainly do. I enjoy the life giving sun.

Creativity is an attribute of God, and my chance to express myself, and how I feel about me and Him and the all and the everything.

Does anyone really care about my heavy intestines that constrict my breathing? Does anyone understand my recurrent nausea? I am tired of being tired. I am really open to receive all of God’s good gifts. I am really open and willing to receive God’s gift of unconditional love and peace. Peace is a great thing. It is a vibration which surpasses all things. The spiritual level of peace, a wonderful way, a way of harmony, can extinguish the most potent fire. I am more peace than not. Thank you Creator for providing me that blessing on this journey.

What do I want to do with MY DAY? Walk, talk, breathe deeply, dance long, eat well, love frequently, and laugh out loud with joyful abandon.

Do I have enough juice to make three pages of journaling happen this morning? My tired eyes are red, burning and blurred with infection.

Moments can be frustrating, and at times discouraging. Now I picture myself bending over to pull a carrot from my organic garden from the earth. It is a beautiful amber orange hue that glistens with beta carotene, a distinct and sharp contrast to the dark black soil that decorates its tail. When the sun hits my face, I immediately smile at this simple and profound joy, for how could I not?

I have found that despite whatever state of body or mind I may be in, the sun always evokes a huge grin from my soul. The Creator’s sun is food to my pineal gland, which holds ancient memories of me and my source, the Creator, the Father/Mother of Life, the all and everything. It honors that sacred communion between creation and Creator.

While my belly aches, yet I am resplendent with the beauty the Creator bestowed upon me. What will awaken those souls who are in spiritual slumbers to the reality of God in our lives? There is no place or thing where God is not. How long shall the bud remain concealed behind the curtain of self-imposed slumber? At what point does the mind gain its freedom to create, to create something tangible from the abstract. Each of us has this creative genius in our