Introit
I love the gray cat,
but then the orange
cat needs a home
The gray cat’s dander is up.
He lurks as lions do,
between pride and prey,
wanting to feed
The orange cat paces far off,
longing for a new, dry home,
even as the snowflakes fall
overriding his fur’s warmth
I, human, feel myself losing
control—
inheritor of orange,
mistress of gray,
trying to keep fire,
trying to keep ice,
afeared of losing both
So is born a trinity,
angry souls encircling
each other
Kyrie
Lord, have mercy,
Eternal Friend, have mercy,
Lord, have mercy
Sanctus
Imperfectly, I’ve incorporated daily mindfulness meditation into my life. Some of this comes in secular form, via short tutorials hosted by a mental health care website. Some of it is New Agey. I’ve tried staring at live-cam footage of erupting volcanoes while performing slow, controlled breathing. Some of it is religious, alternating Eastern guru content with Jesuit Christian approaches. I’d like to try transcendental meditation but, as it turns out, that is a pay-to-play closed priesthood. TM teachers will deny this, which only makes them guilty of marketing.
The journey remains varied; my mind remains precocious and rowdy. This is the work of personal wellbeing, as exemplified by my experience with the following Jesuit guided meditation:
The revelation which follows has been edited and polished, to render my mind’s output as a message from the Savior. It occurred near the end of watching the above Ignatian meditation video, arriving via thought experiment. There was, from my point of view, no supernatural event. Nevertheless, the experience felt fulfilling, helping to calm my mind’s recurring storm.
The Revelation
Thus saith your Lord and Eternal Friend, I see your anger. I see the plotting in your upper brain driven on by the urging of your lower brain—like cold and warm fronts colliding in the Plains. I cannot heal you of what you are innately. The wind and waves do not obey your will, because they are your will. Dear Seeker, all I may do is teach you how to steer your vessel and where to fish. Behold, this is wisdom, for the addict cannot cast out the self from himself. Remember the wisdom of sages. You are sufficient. Even so, amen.
Okay, good readers. What do you think of the above “revelation”? Does it qualify? Why or why not? How does revelation operate in your experience?
Wheat & Tares 
Yes, it qualifies as a revelation from the Eternal. Paul told the Corinthians to earnestly desire spiritual gifts, especially prophecy. But also, that the spirits of the prophets are subject to the prophets.
Other people, then, might receive the same revelation and put it in different words, imo.
I think it qualifies. I also think the poem about cats qualifies.
The experience I still feel is a revelation happened to me when I was a teen. I was walking home from a friend’s house in the late summer as the sun set. My house was near a big canal along the bench in Boise and as the sun went down the sky filled with swallows skimming the top of the canal and testing their acrobatic flying skills while eating mosquitos. I remember so clearly still watching the birds and the sky and feeling this intense clarity. Like I could see and know all those birds at once. No message. No words. Just feeling at once hopeful and small and part of something.
Does that qualify?
Oh wow. Oh, this line is one I will hang onto and ponder: “The wind and waves do not obey your will, because they are your will.”
Here’s my mind-dump about that line: The storm is my will, my anger. The storm doesn’t need to be calmed; it needs to be navigated. Storms are necessary. Bad weather is normal. It isn’t a problem to be solved. It’s something that we co-exist with. Stop believing that it’s my duty to be calm all the time; stop thinking the storm is something bad and outside of myself when really it’s a manifestation of my willingness and ability to fight for myself. I must have a storm. I must be a storm. Otherwise I have no “self.” Help me navigate it, but don’t calm it down before it has run its course. Even this is necessary.
Here is my revelation:
I walk for exercise and come around the corner up the street. I look up at the mountains going steeply up to a slightly vibrating edge where the sky begins in a brilliant contrast to the mountains. I feel Thy undeniable presence and I am awed and held by the vastness, strength and beauty of the works of Thy unknowable hands.
I want to add that for me the power word in my revelation is “held”.
I agree with Janey. I too was struck with “The wind and waves do not obey your will, because they are your will.”