... On one afternoon, I went to meet my mom and told her that I had had a ‘trance’ in which God had put me between the wall and the sword. God was not ‘spirits’, and there was a great difference between “Light” and “Jesus Christ being the Light.”
I had entered a type of trance and was thinking Stand strong in the open plains and Throw your hands to the open Heaven… when suddenly I heard very distinctly the question, “Ana, what is the only way to God?” I started to answer, “God is Love, God is Truth, God is Light…” But the question was asked again, far away, like a distant thought.
“Ana, what is the only way to God?”
“Light,” I said, “Light is the only way to God…”
The question remained, it wouldn´t go away, like a whisper, very far away and insistent …
“What is the way to God…, think, what is the only way to God…” I was feeling that the thoughts were being too insistent and I really wasn´t understanding what I was supposed to answer if God was obviously Love, Truth, Light…
“Life… Light…” I said, trying literally to guess the answer that the thought was asking of me.
“What is Life? What is Light?” I distinctly heard the question.
“Jesus is life, Jesus is light,” I answered automatically, without thinking.
“Yes,” I finally heard the answer, “Jesus is the only way to God.”
“Mom,” I finished, “there´s a difference between God and the way to get to God,” I told her accentuating the word “way.” (pg. 83)