From Atheist to Mystic

 
 

January 31, 2023

Save for a Christmas tree, I was not raised with any religion, and from a young age, I renounced any and all spiritual beliefs.

There’s no science to support it, and there are ample reasons to dismiss it. This was my argument for most of my life.

Then, from 2014 to 2022, I had countless dreams that came true. I received regular visions and intuitive messages that consistently proved to be accurate. I lived my days awash in synchronicity, experienced the complete remission of three chronic illnesses (fibromyalgia, Sjögren's Syndrome, and temporal lobe epilepsy), and even had visions of a halo around my body (that then appeared on camera). Still, I struggled to believe.

I’d studied analytic philosophy and human evolution at Vassar College. I’d conducted research with one of the world’s foremost primatologists. I’d bowed at the altar of intellectualism, and my scientifically-trained mind could always deliver plenty of reasons other than the spiritual to explain my experiences.

I clung tightly to the cliffs of linear logic and feared swimming in the sea of faith, but ultimately, for me, this position became untenable. Something more pressed on my being with such force that eventually, I had to let go. I had to accept and believe: I wasn’t just a person having mysterious, magical experiences. I was a person living a deeply spiritual experience that many other people are living and many others have lived, and for me to continue to hold my experiences at a distance — like a scientist with a microscope — was ultimately preventing me from fully embodying who I am.

So now, I accept. I trust. I approach faith and spirituality with curiosity and conviction — simultaneously honoring all that I know while acknowledging all that I am still learning.

Thank you for being here.


The week before my wedding, I received intuitive messages telling me that my photographer would capture something extra special on my wedding day. I saw this in a vision like some otherworldly light around my body — the invisible made seen — and I heard (through subtle, intuitive hearing) that this was my “true self.” The following images were taken on June 8, 2019.

picture of a large orb covering virginia's face while reading her wedding vows
image of virginia with a huge white orb above her head
Virginia Mason Richardson

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