The air crackled with an energy that both terrified and captivated Michael. One moment he was on the cold, unforgiving asphalt, the next he was soaring, a sensation of weightlessness replacing the bone-jarring impact. The familiar sights and sounds of the world faded, replaced by a luminescence so pure, so radiant, it defied description. This was not the darkness he had expected, but a light that felt both ancient and new, a light that pulsed with an immeasurable love. He knew, with a certainty that bypassed logic, that he was no longer in his earthly body. He had died.
Panic, like a cold fist, squeezed his chest, or the place where his chest used to be. But then, a wave of calm washed over him, a peace so profound it seemed to emanate from the very fabric of this ethereal space. And then, he saw him.
A figure of pure light, radiating an aura of warmth and compassion that both humbled and comforted him. It was Jesus, the Jesus of the Gospels, yet infinitely more majestic, more profound than any earthly depiction could ever convey. He didn’t speak with a physical voice, but his thoughts resonated within Michael’s mind, clear and resonant, as if the two were connected by an invisible cord of understanding.
“Welcome, Michael,” the thought echoed, imbued with a love that was both personal and universal. “You have come a long way, but your journey is not yet complete.”
Michael, still reeling from the shock of it all, could only stammer, “Am I… am I really dead?”
“Your earthly body has ceased to function,” the thought responded, gentle but firm. “But your spirit, your essence, lives on. And now, you have the opportunity to see beyond the veil, to understand the true nature of existence.”
For what felt like an eternity, Michael found himself in a state of pure communion with this divine being. He witnessed the creation of the universe, felt the pulse of love that permeated all things, and understood the intricate tapestry of life and death. It was a knowledge so profound, so breathtaking, that he felt both humbled and awestruck. But amongst all of this, there was one particular revelation that both shocked and intrigued him. It was about the mark on human hands, specifically what he called the “M” mark.
Jesus began to show him what he termed the “anatomy” of the human soul, how each individual soul is a part of a larger spiritual whole. He explained that the human body is, in many ways, a reflection of the soul’s journey and experiences. And then, He focused on the human hands. He showed Michael a close-up of his own hand, and in particular, the lines and creases that formed a shape he had always casually acknowledged.
“You see this mark, Michael?” Jesus projected the image with clarity and compassion. “The M mark, as some call it. Most see it as a random pattern, a quirk of human physiology. But in reality, it is much more. It is a blueprint, a symbol of the divine potential within every soul.”
Michael stared at the image, the lines of his hand suddenly charged with a new significance. The “M” shape he had never really considered before now seemed vibrant, pulsing with its own energy.
“This ‘M’, ” Jesus explained, “it is not merely a random collection of lines. It is a reminder of your connection to the divine feminine principle. It represents the Mother aspect of God, the nurturing, compassionate, creative force that flows through all of creation. It speaks of the potential for healing, growth, and transformation that lies within you.”
Michael’s mind reeled. He had always thought of God as a patriarchal figure, a powerful, masculine presence. But this revelation, this understanding of the divine feminine being encoded into the lines of his hand, was a profound shift in perspective.
“But…but why put it on our hands?” Michael thought, his mind still grappling with the concept.
“The hands are instruments of creation, of action,” Jesus answered. “They are the means by which you interact with the world, both physically and energetically. They are the tools through which the divine love flows. The ‘M’ mark serves as a constant reminder of your potential for good, your ability to heal, to create, to nurture – to live a life grounded in love.”
Jesus continued to explain that the positioning of the mark was no accident. The “M” often rests within the palm, a sacred space where the energy of the heart chakra is most potent. He emphasized that the mark is not a sign of predestination, but a reminder of potential – a reminder of the immense power that every human being possesses, if only they choose to tap into it.
“Many,” Jesus explained, “live their lives oblivious to this mark, unaware of its profound significance. They are caught in the illusions of the material world, disconnected from their inner selves and their divine potential. They treat their hands as simply tools to acquire things, rather than as extensions of their heart and soul.”
The implications of this revelation resonated deeply within Michael. He suddenly saw his hands not as mere appendages, but as powerful instruments capable of great love and compassion. He realised the times he’d used his hands for acts that were not rooted in love, the times he had used them for destruction rather than creation, and he felt a pang of remorse.
“The choices you make,” Jesus’s voice echoed through his mind, “either amplify or diminish the energy of the ‘M’. When you act with love, with compassion, with generosity, you are honoring the divine potential within you. You are nurturing the mark, allowing its light to shine brighter. When you choose fear, anger, and greed, you are obscuring the mark, dimming its light, and creating separation from your true nature.”
He then revealed to Michael that the “M” mark, while universal, was also unique to each individual, just like a fingerprint. The slight variations in the lines, the depth of the creases, these all reflected the individual soul’s unique journey and spiritual path. This wasn’t a singular code but a complex symbol of identity and potential, and no two were the same.
Michael asked, “So, it’s not a mark of the beast? The anti-Christ?”
Jesus smiled, a smile that was both radiant and reassuring. “My child, that is a misconception. The focus should not be on fear and dread, but on love and understanding. The ‘M’ is not a mark of evil, but a beacon of hope, a testament to your divine heritage. Those who focus on fear and division misunderstand the fundamental principle of love that underpins all creation.”
He then explained that the fear-mongering surrounding these interpretations was designed to distract humanity from recognizing its true potential. To keep the ‘M’ covered and hidden. To make people fear their own inherent divinity.
The revelation about the “M” mark was just one piece of a much larger tapestry of understanding that Jesus shared with Michael during his near-death experience. He learned about the interconnectedness of all things, the importance of love and forgiveness, and the eternal nature of the soul. He understood that death was not an end, but a transition to a higher state of being.
As Michael’s experience drew to a close, Jesus spoke with tenderness. “Your time in this realm is drawing to a close, Michael. You must return and share what you have learned. Let the world know the truth about the ‘M’, not as a mark of fear, but as a symbol of the divine love and potential that lies within every single human being. Encourage them to use their hands, and their whole being, to create a world rooted in compassion, understanding, and peace.”
Then, just as quickly as he had arrived, Michael was pulled back. The blinding light faded, replaced by the blurry, chaotic reality of the physical world. He found himself lying on the cold pavement, surrounded by the concerned faces of strangers. He was disoriented, still reeling from the extraordinary experience he had just undergone, and yet, he felt a profound sense of purpose and understanding that had never been there before.
The “M” mark on his hand seemed to glow with a new light, a constant reminder of the divine potential that lay within him and within all of humanity. And he knew, with unshakeable conviction, that his purpose now was to share that message, to help others awaken to the truth of their own divinity, and to the profound significance of the mark on their own hands. The journey was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning.
